Hell is my Playground

Disclaimer: If I owned Full Metal Alchemist, this would NOT be just a fanfic

Characters thus far:

Maes Hughes- The family man is back, and like always, he would do whatever he can to show off his pictures of his daughter. Kindhearted, humorous and always happy, Maes is waiting in Purgatory for the day when he can cross into heaven. But being a father and a husband, he refuses to go alone. Hughes is determined to wait for his family so they can cross together. After being betrayed by the military, Hughes is unsure of interfering in the 'order' of Purgatory.

Martyl (Marta)- The snake chimera that allied herself with Greed. Out of the entire Devil's Nest crew, she was the only survivor. Fiercely loyal to her master and friends, she's been through torture, experimentation and exploitation along with Loa and Dorochette. Now, she too crossed over to hell and finds herself in an unknown world.

Chapter IV: Let's be friends!

Act I: Don't you want to see my precious Elysia?

...A Father...

Hughes found himself walking down the streets of Arcadia. What was he doing? Going food shopping of course! Without his wife around, Hughes had to carry twice the load on his back. Cook, Clean, work...everything had to be great. Hughes made sure every single day was absolutely perfect for the arrival of his beloved family. And being the loving father he was, he refused to leave without them! Heaven wouldn't be called heaven without his beautiful wife, Glacier and his adorable (and future diva and movie star) daughter Elysia! His family was his life!

Maes Hughes has been in hell for a couple of months now... time sure drags when you're waiting for someone. In both of his hands, he was carrying two very large grocery bags. They had a sale today on chocolate cream pudding and violet and roses, this was Elysia's favorite snack and his wife's favorite flowers! The bags were very large and unweilding, they began to sway back and forth in his arms.

"Need some help?" A voice asked.

"Yes, that would be greatly appreciated!" Hughes answered, the owner of the voice took one of the large bags. "Thanks for your help!"

"Hehe..." The voice belonged to a narrow-eyed devil. "Since I was so gracious enough to help how about you sign this contract and we-!"

"Yes, it would be rude to not repay a favor." Hughes replied deep in thought.

"Yeah, yeah, that's what I'm saying. So how about you and I become partners-" Once again the devil was cut off.

"Patners, huh?" Hughes was once again, deep in thought. "Speaking of Partners, back when I was alive I had a partner too!"

"Yeah, Yeah, let's be partners and we'll do crimes together! Destroy a few places, share our happiness and power."

"Share our happiness... hmm..."

"Yeah, yeah, it makes a great reward, doesn't it?"

"Yes, it does..."

"So my reward?" The devil asked.

"Yes! Kindness must be repayed with kindness! AS A REWARD I SHALL SHARE MY HAPPINESS WITH YOU!" Hughes flashed out his wallet. "Here's 500 copies of my beautiful daughter, Elysia! Isn't she just the most adorablest thing? Tell me she's cute!" A sea of photos swallows up the devil in an instant.

"Wha-?" The Devil was trapped in a pile of family photos. So many colors and smiled flashed before his crooked mind. The Devil began to flail his arms rapidly as if dying, the smiles! Oh, the smiles! It was making his dark and gloomy mind all happy and fuzzy inside! "Help! Help!" The Devil yelled, "Too much happiness! Gah! IT BURNS! HOLY SWEET LUCIFER, IT BURNS! THE HAPPINESS, IT BURNS!"

"You're happy? Happiness is good! Today I'm actually feeling happy too! So as a bonus prize you also get a free Holiday Special Elysia photograph and a photo of my beautiful wife!" Hughes began to laugh happily as he marched down the alley. "No need to thank me! I must share the love of my family throughout the universe! Doesn't it just make you want to sing? Farewell!"

The Devil stared wide-eyed in horror... Maes Hughes... was one scary man... even in the devil world.

...I AM BARRY THE CHOPPER...

"So Missy..." Barry the Chopper followed the nice lady down the streets of Arcadia, eyeing her closely. "What's a sweet lady like you doing in a place like this?"

"Why, shopping of course." Trisha smiled as she held her bag of groceries.

"That's not it, I mean what are you doing here in the underworld?" Barry asked, "Don't tell me you, you know... cut your own line? Suicide is a no-no."

"Of course not." Trisha answered. The two reached a small market, with a small bit of pocket money, the nice woman began to pick up food for the children. Barry, positively enticed by her beauty, had the urge to chop her into ART. But of course, his love was stronger than his bloodlust. She was kind, beautiful, calm, and didn't scream at the sight of a human-armor thing...

"Barry, was it? Since you are our newest guest, what would you like for dinner, tonight?"

"Hmm..." Barry began to think. It's been a long time since he was ever given a home cooked meal. Barry followed Trisha like a hawk, bearing his vicious serial killer instincts at any dangerous looking men who came close. "Some porkchops would be delicious... I can cut some up for you if you want!"

"It would be rude for a guest to do the cooking, wouldn't it?" Trisha shook her head, "No, no, I would never let a guest cook."

"Ahh," Barry sighed, his helmet heating up, He hasn't felt this happy since he met that Hawkeye chick. "What a sweet woman. I'm a butcher you know, I know how to cook too!"

"Really?" Trisha asked.

"Yes!" Barry stood proud, "They don't call me Barry the Chopper for nothing-!" Barry covered his mouth almost instantly. The poor fool exclaimed his title for everyone to hear... Barry the Chopper wasn't a nice name to remember... He was a notorious criminal, afterall. If she finds out I'm a serial killer... then... then... Hot tears began to pour out of his eyes. How many people have I killed? Too many to be called innocent.

"Barry the Chopper?" Trisha curiously stared, "Are you like a celebrity? I'm sorry, I don't know much about the city... I grew up in the country-side, Risembool in fact."

"Eh? Really?" Barry blinked, "You never heard of me?"

"Nope."

"Whew..." Barry sighed, "Thank goodness..."

"Well, that looks like all the groceries we need for now." Trisha hoisted the bags in front of her, "Let's head back and feed the children, eh Mister Barry?"

"Just call me Barry." Barry replied proudly, pointing to himself. He then felt a cold shiver fall down his empty shell... the kids... Barry had some awkward feelings towards kids... especially that Wrath punk. Where did all that energy come from? Barry felt the fear welling from inside of him, reminds him of one of the people dressed in black, the ones that ordered him and Number 48 to guard the 5th Lab. Those eyes... Barry shivered.

Just before, that Wrath kid began playing soccer with his head! Then he jumped inside of Barry, playing as if he was a robot! The Kid was EVIL! Evil, I say! But, Barry felt as if he was the father of the family, strangely. And even though the Wrath kid was violent, overly hyper and played too dangerously, Barry was having fun. As much fun as when he first chopped up his first victim. He liked watching the kids with Trisha, coloring with Nina and playing wrestling with Wrath.

"Hey, Missy Trisha..." Barry began. "I have something to confess..."

"What is it?" Trisha asked.

"Well, it's about what I did... umm... while I was alive...I did some pretty terrible things, see..." Barry was soon interrupted. A crowd of screaming people began to run from the opposite end of the street. The Butcher turned around quickly, covering Trisha from the stampedeing human souls. But what surprised him wasn't the mass of humans, it was what was chasing them... his eyes widened in its empty sockets.

"No way..." Barry gasped.

Approaching from the other end of the street was a large Black Butcher Knife. It was floating in the air, hacking at anyone who came close. See, this was a scary sight. Odd, but scary. Not everyday you see a flying butcher knife! Luckily, dead souls cannot die again! But even so, its still painful being hacked into tiny bits. And besides, this was the safer side of town... Mainly innocent human souls waiting for their ticket to heaven. The Butcher knife swarmed down the street, the scary thing was, the knife had a mouth and glowing red eyes! Inside its mouth were a set of sharp fangs.

"It feels so familiar..." Barry couldn't believe it. "It's my knife, my Butcher Knife."

...Devils of All shapes and sizes...

Maes Hughes walked down the alleys of Arcadia. It was kind of cool, Purgatory, that is... No superior officers to boss him around, No paperwork, he can loaf around, show off his family photos to EVERYONE he meets. Yep, it was a good life. Well, sort of. His only complaint was the frequent dangers in the area. Devils were the least of their worries... Some other dark and murderous things wander around.

Hughes whistled a tune as he marched down the streets, grocery bags in hand. "Elysia, Elysia, together with myself and Gracia, I love them so much. I love them so much." Hughes sang."We are a family, a family, always together, together us three."

Unfortunately, Hughes' happy song was cut short. Running past him were a swarm of screaming people, a few dogs and cats, and a couple of other things. Hughes adjusted his glasses, Hell was a ruckus filled place, but never in the past few months of him being here, has he ever seen such a riot.

"That's not a devil! It's a monster!" A woman screamed as she ran past him.

"Run quick before it cuts us to bits!" Another man shouted.

Hughes adjusted his glasses, as he stared off at the end of the alley. Strange... A devil? Causing this much riot? It was true that devils were mischief masters but not even they would go THAT far. Normally, Hughes would avoid devil related incidents, he was no longer a military personel afterall but something felt very wrong here.

"Mister! Mister Please help!"

Hughes looked down at the small girl gripping his sleeve. His eyes widened at the sight.

"Impossible..." Hughes gasped. "You're...N-Nina?"

Sure enough, Nina was pulling his sleeve. She had tears in her eyes as she gripped Hughes's coat and began to beg and plead. "Mister, please come help! Momma's in danger! Mommy..."

"Nina? Nina Tucker? Shou's daughter? Is it really you?" Hughes was stunned, he leaned down holding her shoulders firm in his grip. The little girl began to cry, rubbing her eyes with her hand. "What's happening? What's wrong?" Hughes asked.

"Hurry!" Nina began to pull Hughes forward. Together the two ran past the screaming crowd, and down towards the alley. Hughes could only think... what is Nina doing here? And is her mother really...? Wait, that's not possible... the chances are remote to find someone who died so long ago, without a devil's assistance. Nah it can't be... can it?

Act II: Unbreachable Contract

...Innocence...

Wrath was pushed back, with a loud groan he slammed into the walls of the alley. Blood trailing from his forehead. Despite the injury he stood his ground, facing his oponent in the eye. The black butcher knife only laughed with glee, it's mouth filled with glistening fangs as it's red eyes stared in delight at the three who were in the alley.

"I won't let you hurt momma!" Wrath yelled, holding his arms outward. The black devil only cackled in laughter as it slammed the boy against the wall again. It's blade stabbing into the poor child's chest, inches away from his lung. Blood spilled out of the young Homunculi's mouth.

"Wrath!" Trisha yelled, her eyes widen in fear.

"Run away, Momma!" Wrath cried. "If you don't run away, you're going to die!"

"Die, Die!" The knife cackled in delight. "Everyone's going to die! I'll cut them up again, and again."

Barry the Chopper stared at the butcher knife that was once his friend... it was murderous now. Was this really what his sins have taken shape as? The butcher held back Trisha who attempted to run up to the injured Wrath. It was dangerous, way too dangerous. Trisha would be slaughtered like lambs in a slaughter house... It was a terrifying thought.

"Run away!" Wrath screamed, "Run away, GET OUT OF HERE NOW!"

"Not without you!" Trisha cried. "I won't leave another one of my children behind!"

"I can still win..." Wrath coughed. "I can save momma this way..." Wrath gave a grin, his razor sharp fangs showing as he lifted his arms. The knife only stared hungrily at the boy...

"Such nice tasting blood... it tastes so good..." The devil pushed farther into the wound, Wrath gave another cry but firmly gripped the handle of the knife. "So tasty... such nice blood. I'll drink you dry, boy, every last drop."

"STOP!"

The black devil stopped. It quickly pulled it's blade out of the small child and faced the owner of the voice. Barry stood before the fiend, his eyes blazing with determination. Behind him was Trisha, her face buried in her arms... she huddled, murmuring slightly... repeating those words. "I left them behind... I left them behind..." Trisha was completely out of it... Wrath gave a gasp, as the blade released him. Slowly, his wounds began to close up. The blade only stared curiously at the butcher... it's red eyes bearing confusion.

"STOP IT NOW!" Barry huffed, his hand outstretched. "Don't hurt anyone, no more killing..."

...Ehh, what the heck...

"BloodLust is confused..." The knife stared confused as its eyes shifted from the boy pinned on the wall and the butcher that stood before him. In a split second, the maniacal butcher knife split into a smile. "Barry! Barry! I finally found Barry!"

"BloodLust...?" Barry eyed the knife confused. "Since when did I ever name you that?"

"Since I was reborn." the knife responded almost happily. "BloodLust finally found Barry! Barry! Let's kill them Barry! Just like how we use to! Let's chop them to bits!" The blade was inches away from Wrath's neck, ready to strike. Barry glared at the devil, his eyes sharpened through its hollow sockets... one more inch and that child's neck will be cut clean off... one more slice and Trisha would be shattered.

"No more..." Barry turned around, placing his hand over Trisha's forehead. "No more killing."

"Barry loves killing!" BloodLust almost screeched. "Barry loves to kill! Barry will kill with Bloodlust!"

"I said no!" Barry yelled. "I won't kill anymore, I have a clean slate!"

There was a moment's pause... BloodLust's eyes began to darken in anger. For many months has this devil been searching for his master, and now? He was being abandoned just like that? Just because of a bunch of kids and a woman? He and Barry chopped up dozens of women! What makes this one woman so special?

"Silly, silly Barry..." Barry faced the black devil cautiously. The devil began to chuckle loudly. "Whether you like it or not, Barry and Bloodlust will be together forever. You committed murder in the human world, you sign a contract that can never be broken even after death."

Barry froze.

"We're both guilty, there is no more innocence, no more salvation for us." With a loud slam, the devil's blade fell upon the head of Trisha Elric.

...Not your typical Hero...

"Normally, I'd love to talk things out." A voice replied in a cool tone "But that's normally."

Barry opened his eyes slowly, he expected the bleeding and decapitated head of Trisha Elric before him but this was not the case. Standing in front of the loving lady was a muscular man who looked no older than his mid-30's. He gave a smirk, revealling many shiny fangs and his head was covered in black spikey hair. The Devil, BloodLust, had the sharp edge deep into the man's skin... but what it hit was not the normal soft human skin, rather a hard, black diamond like exoskeleton. With a loud slap, Greed smacked the blade out of the way.

"Human..." BloodLust eyed the man angrily. "A human dare stand in my way...?" The knife continued to slice mercilessly at the Homunculus' arm, but barely a scratch appeared on his diamond-like exoskeleton.

"Technically, I'm not human." Greed pointed at the Ouroburos tattoo on his hand. "Homunculus, Greed's my name. The great homunculus, Ultimate Shield himself, or Greed for short."

"Greed...? Homunculus...?" Wrath opened his eyes slowly.

"That's right kid, I'm Greed, a homunculus just-like-you." Greed helped the small child up on his feet. "So you're Wrath, eh? Didn't think you died already, what? Did that bastard Envy throw you to the dogs so soon?"

Wrath only shifted uneasily. Greed shrugged and smiled, "Well whatever, let's get this over with shall we?"

"Who the hell are you?" Barry asked pointing a finger at the homunculus. "You're like those people... those people with the freaky nails and the wild hair, Lust and Envy!"

A vein popped out of Greed's head. "What did you just say?" Greed asked, a smile on his face as his hand grabbed Barry's helmet. Barry shivered at the sight as blazing stars of anger burned from his eyes... he looked like a demon. "Watch it Tin Can, I ain't one of those tight asses." Greed tossed Barry's head back and forth between his hands, causing Barry to feel a sense of nausea. "Got that? I'm Greed, Greed, remember it! What's your name, Tin can?"

"Tin can...?" Barry wimpered. "That's not nice..."

"Yeah well, since this is one of those 'odd acquaintances', here's my introduction." Greed coughed and cleared his throat, "Name's Greed, Let's be friends. Here's my business card." He handed him a small card.

"The King of Hell...?" Barry read the card's title... "Ummm..."

"I'm only doing this to save a pretty chick like her," Greed pointed at Trish in the corner, a tight smile on his lips. He tapped the tin can in the helmet and smiled, walking up to the angered butcher knife. "Normally I charge to save someone's life, but for today I'll make an exception." The Ultimate Shield a.k.a future King of Hell cracked his knuckles as he walked forward... his fangs easily visible.

"W-wait!" Barry gaped.

"So... let's get this started shall we? Sit back and relax, Tin can, this'll take less than 10 minutes." Greed reassured, cracking his neck. Barry opened his mouth in shock, how could this fool be so overconfident?

"How about 5 minutes..." Enmi appeared by Greed's side, almost silently. He stared his empty eyes at his master, "I'm displeased you left without me..."

"Sorry bout that." Greed chuckled, "Fine, fine, 5 minutes."

"Then please," Enmi bowed, "Allow me."

"Oh?" Greed asked looking down at the demon curiously. He wasn't very tall, Enmi was barely taller than Greed's shoulder, but from behind his cloak he ripped out a jeweled scythe from the shadows... aiming it threateningly at BloodLust. Barry froze in shock... it's blade was not only sharp but it was HUGE. The Weapon was almost twice his size! That pipsqueek sure was something...

"For disrupting the quiet darkness I send you your judgment...Sit back and relax, master," Enmy gave a small but dark smile, "I'll bring upon you're order... in 5 minutes."

Greed chuckled. Quickily, Greed lit a cigarette and took a deep inhale from it... exhaling the smoke and revealed a treacherous smile... the smile of a homunculus. The side of a homunculus that loved the sight of death and violence... "Take him down, Enmi... 5 minutes... ready, set, go!"

To be Continued...

Ok Ok, sorry for the long wait. It seemed I had alot of ideas on how this scene would work out, but like always My traffic jam of ideas suddenly crashed and burned like a blood car accident. I guess this is what people call a brain fart? Anyway, Next Chapter: She who remained Loyal.