Okay, so here's chapter four. The final chapter! Yay! First thing, I know some of you are probably expecting this intense, tear jerker moment between Ed and Al...well...that didn't really happen. The discussion that takes place between the brothers isn't all that great, but I tried! Also, the ending sucks. I was never good at writing endings. Oh well, you like it you like and if you don't then you don't. Anyways, please read and review! But please NO FLAMES! Thanks everyone!

Also, there's a flashback and it begins and ends with this symbol, .o0o.

Ed laid in his bed, deep in thought. As exhausted as he was sleep seemed a far off dream and his restless mind wouldn't allow it. He thought about his discussion with his younger brother, Alphonse.

.o0o.

"We need to talk about this," Al said sternly and Ed's heart stopped as he saw the small knife, his small knife, laying on the counter.

"W-wha...How..."

"I saw the cuts on your shoulder this morning and I found the bloody towel and your knife stashed under your bed. Why are you doing this? Tell me, tell me now," Al demanded.

"Al...I...I can't," Ed replied, his voice starting to crack and his eyes stinging.

"Why not? Why can't you tell me what happened to you?" Al asked. "You going to hurt yourself, Brother. I'm worried about you."

"Alphonse, you don't understand. I can't tell you," Ed said in a faint voice and felt something wet slide down his cheek.

"Why not!?" Al asked again, more persistent.

"Al, please...just drop this...I can't talk about it."

"Drop this? Not a chance! I'm not leaving you alone until you tell me what's going on. I'm not turning a blind eye on this, Brother, so you may as well just tell me now," Al said. His voice was strange and sounded foreign as it met Ed's ears; he'd never heard Al talk like this before.

Ed moved from his spot on the other side of the counter and moved on Al's side. He took Al's hands in his and dropped to his knees in front of his younger brothers, tears streaming down his face as he pressed his forehead against Al's hands.

"Something happened to me, Al, and it's still happening. Something bad. I can't tell you or anyone about it though or he'll kill you," Ed said between sobs.

"K-kill m-me? W-what? Who's he?"

"I can't tell you. Please, Al, please understand," Ed pleaded as he gazed up at his brother.

"But why did you do that to yourself, cut yourself?"

"Because I'm stupid. I was desperate to do anything in hopes that it would stop."

"Did it?"

"No."

"Brother," Al said softly as he got on his knees and put Ed's head on his shoulder, "I don't want to see you hurting like this anymore. Is there any chance that what ever is happening to you will stop?"

Ed didn't answer. He simply didn't know. Instead, Ed whispered, "I'm sorry."

Al pushed Ed away at arms length to be able to look at him. Ed's eyes went everywhere except on Al and Al saw something deep in them; Sorrow, agony, confusion, and so many other things pooled deep in Ed's golden eyes. And then something unexpected happened, Al brought his open hand hard across Ed's cheek.

"Don't you ever be so stupid again! Swear to me you'll never spill your own blood again," Al said with an intense gaze.

"I can't swear you anything, I simply can't," Ed said after a minute of silence. Another hard hand went skidding across Ed's cheek and Al stood up and stomped out of the kitchen. Ed heard Al's bedroom door slam shut. He propped himself against the counter and buried his head in his knees, sobbing.

'Why!? Why me!?' Ed asked himself over and over again. He stayed there for a solid two hours before he went in his room and laid in his bed.

.o0o.

As Ed laid in his bed, his mind reeling, he knew he had to do something. There had to be some way to stop all of this without getting other people involved and risking his life and Al's. He started thinking of what he would be able to do that would stop Roy the next time.

'I've already tried begging and if anything that just made him want more. I've tried fighting, but he's stronger than me so that's out of the question. And I've given in too and as much as I enjoyed it that way, having made the best out of the worst situation, I can't keep doing that. Of course I can easily end it all, but suicide...' He shuddered at the thought of taking his own life and a gruesome image of his death formed in his head. He shook the last thought off. 'Damn, if only I could use alchemy! I'd have a better chance of taking him down then.'

Ed sighed and clapped his hands together in the same way he had done countless times before, except this time there was no reaction to the action. And then he thought, 'I can't use alchemy with my hands, but what if...'

Ed left his bed and went over to his desk where he picked up a pencil and drew a transmutation circle on the wooden surface. He held his breath as he placed his hands over the circle and mentally went through the process of doing alchemy that way.He sat at his desk for hours drawing circle after circle and touching them with his hands, each time hoping for some physical change in the desk. Unfortunately, nothing happened, not even the slightest bit. But Ed being Ed was determined, so he continued. He drew different circles and each one he placed his hands over. It was as if he was a young kid again, just starting to learn alchemy. He remembered going through something similar to this back then; drawing circle after circle, trying to urge a transmutation to occur. It was like having to re-teach himself alchemy from Step 1. Maybe, this is all it would take...

As the sun started to chase away the darkness of nights with streaks of gold and pink, he looked down at his desk which was now covered in circles and frowned. He stretched out his arms and yawned. Like every morning, he could already hear Al in the kitchen, that seemed to be Al's sanctuary. He stiffly and painfully rose to his feet and left his room. Sure enough, as he walked into the kitchen, Al was at the sink washing some dishes from yesterday.

"G-good morning, Al," Ed said, but Al said nothing. He was clearly still very upset with Ed and that made Ed's heart sink in his chest. Ed looked around the kitchen and saw that his knife still laid on the counter; he picked it up and tossed from hand to hand. Al turned around, but only to carry the clean dishes to the cabinet. He froze when he saw what was in Ed's hands. Ed held the knife out at arms length and dropped it into the trash bin next to him.

"Never again," Ed said softly and then turned to look into Al's steel eyes.

"But I'm still mad at you," Al said and Ed smiled at his younger brother.

The morning carried on like normal except for the thick silence that was between the two brothers. It wasn't an unpleasant silence, but it wasn't exactly companionable either. They ate breakfast and Ed left the house to go to Central, like always.

He raised the small mug to his lips and took a sip of the hot liquid. Roy looked into the mug of swirling, black coffee and sighed. He gently set it back on his desk and started looking over the day's paperwork. He knew he was suppose to be carefully reading over every document, but his mind wouldn't stay on task; he kept thinking about the young, blond "alchemist" and his even younger brother. He mind twirled with thought after though and image after image of the two Elrics. He realized how much he wanted Alphonse over Ed, and he wanted Al now.

As he leaned back in his chair and propped his feet up on his desk, he caught a familiar movement in the streets down below as he looked out of the window.

'Guess I'm just going to have to settle for Ed at the moment,' he thought as he casually left his office.

Oddly, no one was in the hallway and he stepped into the small supply closet that was a few doors before his office door. He left a small crack in the door to look out of and waited for his prey. Waiting...waiting...waiting...There! He swiftly reached out his long arm and snatched the stunned blond into the closet and shut the door.

"R-Roy! What the hell are you doing!?" Ed asked after recovering from the surprising grab by Roy.

"Having some morning fun," Roy replied with a smirk spread on his face. He pushed Ed against the small section of unshelved wall and immediately began kissing him on his jawline and neck.

"S-stop! Let go!" Ed said, but not in a begging way; his tone of voice demanding and a bit angry. He started to try to push Roy away, but Roy wasn't going to give up. Instead, Roy grabbed Ed's wrists and pinned them high above his head; he also braced his legs against Ed's to prevent any kicking from the small teen. A low chuckle of triumph came from Roy's throat as he continued kissing every inch of exposed skin. Ed struggled wildly to try to get out of Roy's grip and escape. Surprisingly, Roy let go of his wrists and took a step back, but not for Ed to escape; Roy wrapped his hands around Ed's neck and squeezed tightly. Ed started to hit at Roy's hand, but to no avail would Roy's grip lessen.

"You're weak. You're pathetic. I should kill you now. I should put you out of your misery right now. Would you like that? Huh, Ed? Do you want me to end it all for you? No one would know it was I who murdered you. It'd probably be hours before they'd find your lifeless body sprawled out on this floor," Roy said in a dark, low voice and he tightened his grip. Ed could feel himself losing the battle to stay conscious; he could feel the dark blanket starting to drift over him. "You're weak. You're pathetic. You're useless. You're foolish. You're stupid. You're a disgrace. The world would be better off without someone like you strutting around on its surface. With you gone, I'd finally be able to go after my real prey without anyone getting in the way. But...not yet."

Roy let go of Ed's throat, but as he started to collapse to the floor Roy's balled fist went flying into his gut. The blow made him gag and stinging tears met his eyes. He fought to keep awake and breath a the blow had knocked out any remaining air in his lungs, which was little to begin with. He grabbed at his abused stomach, hunched over on the floor.

"Told you you were weak," Roy said as he left the closet and returned to his office, unseen.

The welcoming arms of darkness opened themselves out to Ed and he wanted to give in and run full speed into those arms, but he knew that he couldn't. He struggled to get to his feet and propped himself against the wall for a few minutes, trying to recompose himself. He slowly listed his shirt to look at his stomach which was now bruised black and spanned across his entire stomach. He sighed unevenly and tilted his head back against the wall and was reminded of the bruise on the back of his neck that was caused by Roy's tight grip on him from last night.

'He's right...Everything he said was the truth. I am weak and pathetic. I don't deserve to be alive, but I can't leave Al alone with him. That's why I have to endure this for as long as I can. I have to protect Alphonse. I'll be damned if I'm going to let that bastard put his hands on Al like he did with me. Wait...I'm not weak! I'm not pathetic! I'm not useless! I'm not foolish...okay, so maybe I am foolish at times and stupid too, but that's not the point! I can overcome this! I'm stronger than he thinks. So what if I can't use alchemy? I have a strong pair of arms and legs and a good head with a good mind screwed on my neck, I'll use them!' Ed thought as he mustered every last ounce of strength in his body and left the closet with a new-found confidence and courage.

He stepped out into the hallway and saw that Hughes and Hawkeye were chatting with each other. At the sound of the the closet door creaking open they turned their attention to Ed.

"Ed, what were you doing in there?" Hughes asked.

"Oh, just returning a broom for someone," Ed replied. To change the subject and to be polite, Ed said, "Good morning to you both."

Ed took a few steps forward to indicate that he had to leave, but as he walked in their direction, he stumbled forward. Hughes reacted quickly and caught Ed by stretching his arm out and Ed fell hard against Huges' arm. He yelped as his stomached fell against Hughes' arm. His long braid of golden hair fell off of his neck and the two officers gasped at seeing the ugly mark. Having heard the pained yelp from Ed when he hit Hughes' arm, Hughes slowly lifted the front of Ed's shirt and his eyes widened at what he saw.

"Ed? W-what is this?" Hawkeye asked in a deeply concerned voice.

Fear settled itself over Ed's mind as he realized what had just happened. His eyes widened triple their size and he stood there, stunned, with his mouth gaped open. He fought to concoct some lie, but nothing would form in his mind.

Hughes looked at the bruise on Ed's neck. You could almost make out five fingerprints dug into the skin and underneath the bruise was the outline of what looked like a bite mark. Hughes took Ed by the hand and pushed him back into the closet for privacy with Riza trailing behind. He shut the door and looked intensely into Ed's eyes.

"Ed, what happened?" he asked. Ed didn't answer.

"Please, tell us. We can help you," Riza said persuasively.

"Nothing happened...I'm fine," Ed replied.

"Your body begs to tell differently. Those bruises didn't just come out of nowhere, so who caused them?" Hughes asked.

"Edward, dear, please, you have to tell us."

After a minute of silence, something clicked in Hughes' head and he had to ask, "Ed...were you...raped?" Ed didn't have to answer, his eyes and the sharp inhale of breath answered for him. "Who? Who was it?" Hughes asked.

"I can't tell you! He'll kill me! He'll kill Al!" Ed said panicked.

"You can tell us, Ed. We won't let anything happen to you or Al. If you tell us, then whoever hurt you will be punished and will never be able to hurt you or anyone else ever again," Hawkeye said.

"B-but that doesn't matter! He already told me what he'd do! He's going to kill Alphonse, then me, then himself!"

"Well, is it someone in the military?" Hughes asked.

"Y-yes."

"Ed, we need to inform the Fuhrer of this. He needs to know these things. Will you let us tell the Fuhrer?" Hawkeye asked.

Ed thought about it for a second and nodded. The three of them left the closet and headed for the Fuhrer's office. His secretary told them the Fuhrer was away, but would be returning any minute and for them to go ahead and wait for his return in his office.

Once inside, Hughes asked, "How many times has it happened?"

"Errr...three times. Twice in his office and once at his house."

"Three times!?" Hughes exclaimed.

"Edward, you looked tired. Why don't you lay down on the sofa and take a nap while we wait for the Fuhrer to return?" Hawkeye suggested in a soft voice and Ed was grateful for the idea. He laid on the sofa and was quickly in a deep sleep.

"I'm going to go find someone to go look after Al. Tell the Fuhrer everything that Ed told us. I'll be back soon," Hughes said and left.

"Hey, I need a favor," Hughes said.

"Sure, what do you need?"

"I need you to go to the Elrics' house to watch over Alphonse."

"Why? What happened?"

"Um...something bad and Ed's afraid that something bad is going to happen to Alphonse. Can you do that?"

"No problem. I'll go there now."

"Thanks."

An hour passed before Ed woke from his sleep and he looked around him. The Fuhrer was sitting behind his large, mahogany desk and Maes and Riza were talking to him about Ed.

"How did you sleep?" The Fuhrer asked. Ed swiftly, and painfully, got to his feet and stood at attention to his superior. "No need for that. At ease, Fullmetal. So, Hughes and Hawkeye told me some very interesting information. Edward, I need to know who it was who hurt you."

"I'm sorry, Sir, but I can't tell you. He'll kill Alphonse."

"Oh, I sent someone to look after Al while you are here," Hughes said.

"Really? Who did you send?" Ed asked.

"Colonel Mustang, of course," Hughes replied.

"What!?" Ed's eyes widened once more and he turned to leave the room at a sprint.

"Wait! Ed!" He heard their voice calling out behind them.

'Al! No! Please, please, please be okay! I'm coming, Alphonse! Just hold on!' Ed yelled in his head, hoping that Al could hear him, as he ran through the hallways of Headquarters.

"Thanks for helping me with this, Colonel," Al said sweetly as Roy helped him pin the corner of a blanket on the clothes line outside.

"No problem, but doesn't Ed help you with any of this?"

"Ugh, getting Ed to help around the house is like trying to persuade a mountain to move!"

Roy grabbed tightly at Al's wrist and said, "Don't worry, I'll be sure to punish him for it, but first..." Roy forcefully threw the young brunet on the grass and toppled him.

"C-Colonel Mustang, what are you doing!?"

"Tell me, Alphonse, how much has your body experienced since you've gotten it back? Have experienced pleasure yet? Do you know what it feels like to be touched by another hand?" Roy asked in faint whispers into Al's ears as he trailed the back of his gloved hand against Al's cheek. Roy pressed his lips softly against Al's and started to trail his hand down Al's stomach. Al brought up his hands and tried to push Roy away, but Roy's weight was too great for Al. Roy left Al's lips and started into his eyes which were big and filled with fear and shock; it reminded him of the first time he took Ed. He smiled as he looked into Al's steel eyes. He decided to take things a step further and moved his hand further downward until he reached Al's pants and unzipped them. Al started to struggle.

"Let me go! Why are you doing this!?" he shrieked.

"Y'know, you look so much like Edward. He asked me the same thing too."

"W-what? Y-y-you did this to Ed?"

"Oh, I did a lot more than just kiss him and touch him a little. Allow me to show you what I did," Roy said as he grabbed Al's forearms and flipped him over on his stomach. Roy reached around him and pushed his hand in Al's pants and started rubbing Al's manhood. Al's struggling increased as he tried to fight off Roy's touches.

Frantic, Ed ran up the front steps of his house and tore through the house.

"Al!? Al!? Alphonse!? Where are you?" he yelled, but there was no response. He saw that the back door was open and knew that his younger brother had to be outside. He ran out the door and something snapped in him.

"You bastard! Get off of him!" Ed yelled as he ran for Roy. Out of habit, he clapped his hands together and placed them on the nearby, empty laundry basket. Blue sparks formed and the basket was turned into a long, wooden, sturdy stick. He didn't have to time register what had just happened, that he had done alchemy, but in the moment it didn't matter. He swung the stick and caught Roy on the back of his head, knocking him off of Al.

Roy quickly got to his feet and snapped his fingers causing a blaze of fire to chase after Ed. Ed rolled sideways to dodge the attack; upon recovering, he lunged forward and aimed for Roy's gut with the tip of his weapon. Pure adrenaline coursed through Ed's body as he produced an onslaught of thrusts and swings with his stick.

"Enough of this," Roy said as he reached down and grabbed Al by the collar of his shirt. He put his fingers in a snap position up to Al's neck and his eyes dared Ed to move. Ed dropped his stick and put his hands up. "Get in the house," Roy ordered with a jerk of his head and Ed walked forward toward the house.

They were in the kitchen and Roy threw Al against the counter. Roy reached out and grabbed Ed, pulling him close. Both of the Elrics were now in front of him and at his mercy.

"Remember what I told you last night, Ed? I told you about how I wanted a threesome with you and Al, well, let's make that happen," Roy said as he placed his lips hard against Ed's and moved his hand back down Al's pants.

'No, no, no! I can't let this happen, not this time!' Ed thought as Roy pushed his tongue into Ed's mouth. Ed felt something against his leg next to him and knew there was a chance to get away. Roy's eyes were closed, so now was the time. Ed reached into the bin and pulled out the discarded item. With a powerful force, he dug the knife to the handle into Roy's back. Roy went stumbling back, screaming.

"You bastard! You little bastard! I'm going to kill you!" Roy yelled. He put his fingers in the deadly snap position, ready to strike.

BAM!

Roy collapsed to his knees screaming out in pure agony grabbing at his left knee. Lieutenant Hawkeye always had perfect aim.

"Edward, Alphonse, are you okay?" Hughes asked as he rushed over to the brothers.

"W-we're fine," Ed managed to say.

A group of military soldiers handcuffed Roy and took him away.

Ed sunk to his knees. "It's over. It's finally over," he said.

With Roy locked away in a far off prison, Ed told the Fuhrer everything that Roy had done to him down to every last detail. He felt his heart lighten tremendously once he was done speaking and relief settled over him. Not only was he relieved about the violations of his body ending, he was relieved that he had gotten his ability to use alchemy back. He wasn't sure how it happened or if his alchemy had ever left him in the first place, but he had it back and that was all that mattered.

His days finally went back to normal now that Roy was no longer there, but his nights became a very different story. Every night for a month after the incident, he's wake up screaming. His dreams were filled with Roy's terrible deeds, but he couldn't shake them. Al started to notice the dark circles under Ed's eyes and confronted him about it; Ed told him about his dreams.

That night, Al slept in Ed's bed with him like they use to do. Ed slept deeply that night for the first time in what felt like decades. He was happy in that moment right before he closed his eyes that night. He happy knowing that nothing would ever happen to him like that again. He was happy knowing that Al would never be hurt like he had been. He was happy. For once, he knew that everything was going to be more than alright.

Okay, so that does it for this fic. It's finally finished! It's not the greatest thing in the world, but I think I did pretty well for my first angst/rape fic like this. I'm pretty proud of it! And yes, I know, the ending could have been way better, but I couldn't think of anything. I might revise it, might not. Oh well. If you have anything you'd like to comment on then leave a review or send me a message! Hope you enjoyed reading this fic! Thanks everyone!!

Also, for those who want to know what happened with Roy, well he's in prison becoming "close friends" with some big guy named Bubba, if you get what I'm saying. ;)