A/N: This is a very special chapter. Why, you may ask? Because in this chapter, Night Eyes hits 50,000 WORDS! Awh yeah! XD That was my goal when starting this fic- to go over 50,000 words. Mission Accomplished! Thanks to everyone who has lent their support to this fic and kept me motivated to reach this goal! I love you all ^_^ (in an entirely non-creepy way, of course). Let's have a quick competition! Whoever can guess the Homunculus Hughes is fighting first wins: bragging rights! (oh, and i'll dedicate next chapter to you) ;) Leave your answer in a review. Please enjoy this one!

Chapter 26-

Havoc held his gun close, sliding along the wall until he reached the corner into one of the overly large rooms of the warehouse. Havoc looked around the corner just enough to check if there was anyone around. He tensed when he thought he heard something on the left-hand side of the room and swung around with expertise, aiming his gun at the figure and nearly pulling the trigger. Across from Havoc, Hughes waved, looking amused.

Havoc sighed and relaxed. "Can you please take this seriously, Hughes? And… wait a minute; you were behind me just a second ago!"

Hughes scoffed. "A second is more than enough time for me. Look, Havoc, I would be able to tell if there was someone here. There's no-one around-"

Just as the words left his mouth, Hughes suddenly went silent. He motioned to Havoc to stay quiet where he was and noiselessly left the room into a hallway. Havoc waited, assuming that Hughes had sensed the presence of someone else and was investigating.

After a while, Havoc grew more and more tense and restless. Hughes wasn't back yet. Could something have happened to him? Havoc left the shelter of the shadows and headed towards the door Hughes had left through when he heard a horrible crashing sound, and the screech of something sharp and metallic on stone. Hughes was fighting someone.

Havoc started running in order to aid his colleague when a dark-haired kid stepped in his path. Havoc blinked, wondering what a kid was doing in a place like this, when he noted the boy had a metal arm and leg. Violet eyes stared up at Havoc, a menacing tinge to them. The next thing Havoc knew, the kid had kicked him in the face, sending him flying back to hit a wall. Havoc coughed at the impact. The kid had an ouroboros tattooed on his foot- he had to be Wrath. Havoc couldn't believe that such a young kid could be a homunculus, but the boy's deadly nature and unbelievably fast attacks told the officer otherwise.

Havoc scowled. He didn't have time for this- Hughes could need his help. He ran towards the boy, shooting as he went, but Wrath just dodged, not even fazed when one of Havoc's bullets grazed his cheek. Wrath grabbed Havoc by the arms and threw him straight back into the same wall as before. Havoc wheezed as he got to his feet, under Wrath's intense gaze.

"I can't let you interfere with the vampire's fight," Wrath said simply, standing his ground between Havoc and the door.

Havoc stared at Wrath for a moment, and then sighed. "That's too bad. You see, my colleague might need a hand. So I have to get through." He narrowed his eyes at Wrath. "Using any way possible. I won't hold out because you're a kid, Homunculus."

Havoc shot three times, hitting Wrath once in the stomach and taking one of his lives. Red light flashed as Wrath healed. Wrath scowled, furious, and ran up to Havoc. Before the officer could react, Wrath smashed his hand into Havoc's stomach with such force that the Homunculus' hand came out of Havoc's lower back. Havoc choked as the blood began to flow, shocked at Wrath's sudden rage-filled attack. Wrath pulled away and watched as the officer slumped onto the ground, his fatal wound crying with crimson and turning the ground below him red. Wrath walked forwards and grabbed Havoc by the throat, choking him.

"Killing me was a bad move." Wrath hissed, annoyed. Havoc made a stomach-turning gargling noise, his eyes rolling back in his head as he began to go limp. His traumatized stomach sent all-consuming waves of pain through his being.

Havoc silently apologized to Lieutenant Hawkeye as he disobeyed her direct orders. He was going to die.

Edward landed directly on his feet, and tried to gain his bearings. His unknown attacker had dropped the both of them down several stories. A thud behind him told the teenager that his attacker had just landed. Edward turned smoothly, annoyed beyond measure at the inconvenience.

"Greed?" Ed asked, raising an eyebrow. "Alphonse told me about you."

"Ha, good to know I'm so popular, kid!" Greed grinned cockily. After a moment he tilted his head to one side, his wide grin growing bigger with every second that passed.

Eventually, Edward couldn't stand not knowing. "What the hell are you fucking grinning so hard about?" He scowled.

"I'm waiting." Was Greed's only answer.

"Waiting for what?" Ed narrowed his eyes. Suddenly a section of the wall slid upwards to form a door, light flooding in to the darkened pit. Ed's eyes grew wide in shock as he felt the terrifying pull of his soul almost unbearably close. Greed had taken them to where Edward was most vulnerable. With his soul so close, Edward almost couldn't move, and he was tormented by conflicting feelings of cold emotion and warm humanity. The vampire couldn't think or move properly, and Greed intended to use that to his advantage. Edward couldn't fight if he was paralysed.

"That." Greed's eyes crinkled as an ecstatic grin crossed his face. "I've always wanted to beat you to a pulp, kid. I want to take your soul away and dissect it. I'll bet there's something about true immortality hidden in there. And I always get what I want!"

"Hungry, Hungry, Hungry, Hungry, HUNGRY!" Gluttony chanted, attempting to bite Hawkeye on the arm. The Lieutenant dodged just in time and shot the Homunculus four times. Gluttony uncomfortably rubbed his head as he died all four times.

"Just go die already, you monster," Hawkeye muttered. She sported two light bite marks on her shoulder and arm, and a more serious bite wound on her side. None of it was enough to even slow her down.

"Gluttony wants meal," the whiny voice complained, sticking a finger in his mouth. Gluttony drooled as he imagined eating his delicious opponent.

Hawkeye frowned, and then smiled slightly as something occurred to her. "Tell me Gluttony, how many times have you died from my attacks today? Twenty times? Twenty-five? Thirty? Or even more than that?" She dodged Gluttony's clumsy attack with ease, shooting him in the back of the head. Gluttony wasn't particularly fast at the best of times, but now that he'd nearly used up all of the lives in his philosopher's stone, he was lagging as if his body was too heavy to move properly.

"But Gluttony's so hungry!" the fat homunculus lunged one last time at Hawkeye, disgusting mouth wide and teeth bared, ready to clamp down on the officer's skin and bones and crush them to dust. "Let me eat you!"

Hawkeye narrowed her eyes and shot three times. "Not a chance," she whispered seriously. Her fatal bullets whizzed straight towards Gluttony and into his mouth, going straight out through the other side of his head. Gluttony froze, centimetres away from killing Hawkeye.

His skin began to peel away and turn to dust, wafting away in a slight breeze from outside the factory and warehouse. His hands and feet broke down and floated away to nothing.

"I got to eat… before I died…" Gluttony smiled, shocking Hawkeye. "I got to eat… bullets… They were…"

His body broke down completely, leaving just his eyes and mouth.

"So tasty…" Gluttony spoke his last words, and the remnants of his head vanished completely. Hawkeye was left standing in the hallway, slightly wounded but completely alive, aiming at a monster that was now nonexistent. She lowered her gun and sneezed as the surrounding dust settled on her face.

Hawkeye had killed Gluttony, and she was fine. She briefly wondered how everyone else was faring. How many Homunculi had died so far?

Ricky was seated on the ground with his head hung low from exhaustion. All around him were the bodies of those who had died on the battlefield. Every other living thing had fled from the place, leaving him alone in absolute silence. The two officers and Al had long since left the battlefield after defeating Pride. Ricky didn't know where they'd gone. He didn't know how long he'd been sitting there in the blinding afternoon light in total silence either, but he didn't care. After what seemed like an eternity had passed, he heard the noise of three gunshots. It took a moment for the noise to sink in, but eventually the young vampire raised his head to look at the Gate.

The thing that had started it all was floating in the air, still visible but now completely intangible. Next to the scorched number one that adorned the doors of the Gate was the number 2. The number was formed by a series of bullet holes. Ricky realized that the second Homunculus connected to the Gate had just died.

"They're actually doing it," Ricky whispered out loud, his voice low and raspy. "They're really defeating the Homunculi." Ricky stared at the Gate a moment longer before hanging his head again and hugging the body closer to him.

"So your death wasn't in vain, Heath." Ricky closed his eyes, holding the still, wounded body of his friend, partner and mentor in silence.