Tweet. I wrote another chapter already, and I thank people who review. (: You people's are so nice. So anyways, I had the decency to not describe the killing in much detail, I find some people dislike that. Spoil sports. D: Anyways I also put a bit of a Envy/BeastEd scene in the beginning. It's not a real one like the few in Death of a Believer, but whatever. Get over it. C:

Warnings - Killing, violence, Envy, Ed, madness, etc etc.

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Ink Hands

"If it's broken fix it. Don't just stand there crying, stupid boy." - Vin (A/N – That's me! :D)

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Cold.

It was ice to the touch – his skin. His lips, his body. Cold. Cold, ever so cold. The frightening chill crept up his spine, eating away at the warmth that was his humanity.

Sleep.

Dulled by the need of it he walked on, letting the world blend into blacks and whites instead of brilliant colors. He did not need colors, he only needed the black on white of a beast.

Kill.

It was the first time he had made the crimson liquid flow from another being, the first time he had watched the red turn to black. Watch it dry on his hands, and tempted, ever so tempted, he licked the liquid from his hands. It was sweet.

Fear.

It was a dizzyingly delicious and terrifying feeling to be the one parents warn their child of. No. He didn't find it terrifying, he found it simply delicious. To bask in the sheer terror of a beast that walked in human form, it was delicious.

Monster.

That's what the woman had called him, a monster. A flesh eating monster. It was not his fault he could not remember his humanity, no matter how he tried. A kill became enticing, so he was a monster. Not a single human could save him, a fake human then, he decided, would save this monster. But how?

A cold knife glinted against his throat, warning the boy not to take a step further. Yet the boy did, he reached out with a clawed hand, and pulled the man's wrist from his arm. The blood flowed freely, splattering all over. Golden eyes watched the torrent of liquid in amazement, surprised that anything could have such a beautiful life source. Blood, it fascinated him, who did not bleed as easily. Whose mind and body were both dead to the laws of the world, of this creature called 'God'. The very man who had threatened him was now praying to this God, and the blond beast decided he had had enough of the nonsense prayers. So he attacked.

He used his teeth to rip the man's throat out, reveling in the taste of blood in his mouth. So sweet was the blood, that he wanted the man to bleed more. The human was dead, and that left him unsatisfied. Yet he was, something in his mind clicked, telling him that one was enough for now. So he obeyed, leaving the dead man in the street. A breeze ruffled his hair almost lovingly, and whispered in his ear, "I am here, I will be here, even if no one else is, to offer my presence in the very least."

Then all was quiet as beast and breeze left the dead body, leaving only the glow of the beast's golden eyes to reflect in the darkness.

The blond sat up once more in cold sweat, body shaking from the nightmare. He took in a slow breath, and glanced around the room. He spotted the other that was laying on the couch – Envy, wasn't? That's right, he had returned shortly after his walk around Central during which he decided that humans really couldn't save him. Besides that, he was freezing. Drawing the blanket up around him, the boy curled up. The cold still crept through his toes, down his spine, to kill the warmth that was left of his humanity.

With his eyes closed tight, he did not see the sin get up groggily from the couch and saunter over towards the freezing boy. Nor did he notice then sin laying another blanket over him until the cold was suddenly pushed from his body. That made his eyes snap open to see a sea of violet. "Wha-?" he squeaked pulling away from the sin's face, his muscles coiled to flee if the sin had ill intent.

"Calm down, little beast," the sin whispered, his voice held an off tone, "I won't kill you, unless you prove to be useless, which I doubt." The blond found little comfort in the sin's words and growled lowly, glaring all the while. "I said calm down," the sin repeated, and gave an indifferent look to the blond's glare.

Gold stared into violet for a minute longer before the blond went, "Tch," and closed his eyes once more to block out the cold. He slowly slipped into a dreamless sleep, aware of the sin's constant gaze.

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Roy decided he did not like the blond's gaze that coldly calculated the worth of everything he saw, whether what it was that held his temporary interest was worthy of the attention or not. He didn't even bother to keep his gaze on a human for longer than a second, and his cold gaze kept returning to the wild haired sin, who was throwing daggers into the ceiling, every other glance. Honestly, the tension in the air was great. Especially since the blond hadn't even laid eyes on Alphonse, who was fidgeting nervously in his seat.

"Edward-" he was cut off in his addressing of the blond.

"Beast," the blond boy supplied, firmly keeping away from being given a human name once more.

"-Elric, tell me exactly why you left your brother to fend for himself, and become an alchemist of state," he continued as if the boy hadn't even interrupted. Firmly deciding that calling the boy – who was probably no older than sixteen – by his name, even if to convince the boy he was still human. Even Roy wasn't to certain if the boy was human or not at this point.

"I don't have to," was the chilling reply.

"You must," the dark-haired man insisted.

"Or what?" mocked the cold voice.

"I will be forced to use drastic measures," was his reply. Refusing to play games with the blond.

"Hm? You mean like torture, and threats? Sorry torture doesn't work – I can't feel, and you have nothing to threaten me about, sir," the boy ended in a mocking tone.

"Fine then, tell me at least, why you insist you are not human," Roy pleaded, wanting to get at least one answer from the boy.

The Beast pondered this for a second before answering, "Because, I know. I killed the humanity in me a long time ago, it no longer exists except for a tiny drop. I enjoy killing – but I do not kill unless I need to. I enjoy the sight of blood, I find the taste of blood delicious. I find that if I forget that I have a will of my own, I turn into a wild, crazed creature that will not stop till it has worn out its bone and blood. That, Mustang, is why I am a Beast, not a human."

Envy found an excitement build up in his stomach, uncoiling to tremble through his blood. What the boy – beast had said enticed him, lured him into wanting to know more about the creature that disguised itself in human flesh. Like himself. Yes, like himself. Envy was a monster made of human souls from long ago, a true killing monster in human flesh. And his curiosity had been peaked, and he wanted to know everything about the blond. This caused him to frown and stop throwing the dagger at the ceiling, he wanted to know? That never happened. Usually he just put up a facade that he wanted to know just to get the information for another person, never did he really want to know. Well the sin figured there was a first time for everything.

"So, you're the one who had been killing people?" Roy echoed in a ghastly tone.

"That's what I said," the blond snorted.

"Then why has no one put up information on the murders about you, Edward?" questioned the General, now wondering if it had been a good idea to bring the clearly crazed (in his eyes) blond to Central.

"'Cause no one survives," the beast answered with a slight grin. He did find all of this amusing, but staying in one spot would attract the attention of something or someone unwanted. One of the officers in this building was not of the military, and was probably from the village – to kill him. That would be fun. Plus, whoever it was was real close.

"What do you me-" the General was cut off by the audible sound of a bomb blowing up the wall – leaving a gaping hole where the bookcase had once been. Even Envy looked startled – but that was probably because he had been closest to the explosion. Ed didn't look fazed, his cold eyes were glaring at the spot, a snarl already forming in his throat.

"There you are, beast," the bomber whispered, and Ed barely recognized him. It was the village's best fighter – some upstanding brat that had been able to get into the military for his great aim. Really. So those villagers just go off and tell everyone of his existence. That was real stupid, but that made him smirk. A decent way to prove he wasn't human.

"Either that or this is a very big joint hallucination," he growled back, his fists clenching, clearly he was eager to fight. He no longer remained still, it had happened much to fast for the liking of a beast, but now his hands were wrapped around the bomber's neck. He knew his hands were leaving bruises, and would've preferred to have already killed the human. Still, he had to show how he wasn't human, it was either this way or showing them what he really was. That wouldn't go to well, so this way would be best.

"Brother! Do- Don't kill him!" cried Alphonse, clearly surprised at the fact Ed could even make a move to kill something, "It- It isn't you!"

"Yes, it is me," replied Ed before whispering into the officer's ear, "I'll probably see you when I die, right?" Then he crushed the officer's neck with ease, delighted on how the bones made a satisfying snap, and that the blood remained in the body. He couldn't let humans see him around blood, no, he wasn't himself then. And that was what was terrible about his beast-like fascination. "How boring," he growled, after all he had been expecting for the human to at least struggle.

"You- You- You're not brother! What'd you do- do with him!?" cried the sandy haired boy, feeling fear curl around his spine at the sight of his brother's 'look-a-like' killing the officer.

"Nothing," replied the blond before walking away. He wanted to do nothing with people who could not believe the truth. Breaking out into a run, he escaped from the room, and from Central's military office, not surprised to find the sin chasing after him. Not in any want of revenge of the human, he could tell that at least, but in something of curiosity. Well, he'd let the sin do what he wanted as long as he didn't get in the way of the beast.

Envy grinned like the cheshire cat when he was allowed to follow the blond. He decided quickly that this would be a beautiful partnership. In more ways than one, he would prefer.

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Wheee And there it is. So it seems Ed and Envy shall be partners in crime. And more. Such a subtle hint of future events. xD

Erhm, anyways I have learned never to make fun of Envy's hair. Ever. Why? Because it is so DAMN hard to draw! Terrible terrible! I don't know how some of those people deal with drawing that hair! Well... anyways it could have been hard because I had to use a computer mouse and paint to draw him. D: Hm, if you want to see it, I can put up a link in my bio... But only if people ask... nicely. (:

R & R please and thank ya.