Why hello there. Well, I have finally finished FMA, all of it… Forever… but never mind that, I'll always have fan fiction. Speaking of fan fiction, here is the next chapter of this one.

Disclaimer: Don't own FMA

Chapter 5

Selim was terrified. He didn't know what this Envy person was talking about, but his father looked furious. He wasn't entirely sure who Envy meant by 'Wrath' but he had a pretty good idea. If he was right then… oh no… He was suddenly even more terrified, and was struggling to keep the tears from falling. He didn't want to make someone named 'Wrath' angry.

"Envy, where's father?" King Bradley asked. Selim looked up at him, confused. He was told his grandparents had died. What did he mean by Father?

"He's over there, asleep," The man known as Envy said. Selim looked to where he had pointed. It was where all the tubes had lead, to that giant chair. Was his grandfather in that chair? Bradley nodded and turned to the young boy.

"What is the last thing you remember?" Selim instantly looked down. He didn't want to say it was his father snapping his neck, but he was a terrible liar. Oh great, he was already starting to cry. He hadn't even said anything yet!

Envy just smirked and leaned agents a wall. "So, what seems to be the problem?" He asked, sounding as nonchalant as could be. Bradley turned towards the skinny teen and glared.

"He doesn't appear to remember who, or what, he is. He's acting like a normal human child," Selim looked up at his father's words, momentarily stopping his tears, although lines of salty water still streaked his face. What was that suppose to mean? He was a normal human child. Envy pushed himself off the wall and began waking over to the two.

"Well, we should certainly tell father about that, but until then," Envy had reached them now, and was kneeling in front of Selim, his nearly psychotic smirk still in place, "stop scaring the kid." Bradley growled, a hand on his sword. Envy simply rolled his eyes and turned back towards Selim, who had taken a step or two back. He didn't trust Envy, not in the least.

"Hey there, it's alright." Selim took another step back, but it didn't seem to discourage Envy any. "Heh, your old man scared you good, didn't he?" Selim's eyes flicked to the man's arm, that had begun to move. Well, at first he thought it had moved, but it really just change. It was a blade.

"Ah…ah…" Selim kept stepping back, but Envy never seemed to get any farther away. Suddenly, he was on the floor. He figured he must of tripped over one of those wires. Envy was on top of him now, and Selim didn't have any time to get away. The tears started again. He didn't want to die! Not twice in two days! Closing his eyes, he waited for the pain, but it never came.

When he finally got the courage to look up, Envy was no longer hovering over him menacingly, but standing off to the side, a puzzled expression on his face. Selim stood up quickly, not wanting to be that vulnerable ever again. Envy shook his head and turned towards Bradley.

"Yep, something defiantly wrong with him," The green haired man said, nodding his head a few times. "Dude, Wrath, what did you do?" Bradley, or Wrath, glared at Envy.

"He was like this when he woke up," His father said. Selim looked at his father and the strange person talking, then to what looked like another tunnel on the other side of the room, back to his father and Envy, and back to the tunnel again. Making sure they were deep in conversation, and staying behind the large chair, Selim tip toed across the room and started down the other tunnel.

Once a good ways down the tunnel, Selim stopped. There were grates on the ceiling full of strange creatures down this way too, but like the ones beforehand, they didn't attack. He wondered how long it would take them to notice he was gone. He hoped it was a long time, he couldn't face either of them right now. Spotting a place where a smaller tunnel ran off, Selim went down it and sat agents the wall, needing a moment to concentrate and clear his head.

Alright, he currently had no idea where he was, was on the run from his own father and a man who could turn his right arm into a blade, had no idea where he had gotten the alias 'Pride' from and he still had no clear idea what that white figure had done when he was brought back to life. Not knowing anything else to do, he started to cry. He had no idea how long he stayed like that, but he didn't really care.

"Wha…?" Selim's head shot up. Looking around, he was positive he had heard someone, but there was no one to be seen. Shaking his head, the little boy started to dry his eyes. "What's going on?" Selim froze. He definitely heard someone that time. Standing up, he backed agents the wall.

"Who's there? Who said that?" Selim demanded, trying his best to sound threatening, not that it was very successful. His voice was still horse from all the crying, and he wasn't a very threatening person to begin with.

"I should be asking you that. Where am I?" Selim looked around the tunnel, but couldn't spot anyone. They sounded close, though. He sounded familiar too, but he couldn't explain from where.

"I-I don't know," Selim answered. He heard the voice make a small hmp sound. It sounded like a boy, around his age. Only he sounded much more sure of himself, much stronger. Suddenly Selim heard the other boy gasp, which confused him. If he was close enough to hear that, he should be able to see him.

"Get out," The other boy demanded. He sounded a bit angry, and Selim just stood where he was, his head cocked to the side in confusion.

"Why? Get out of the tunnel?" He asked. Was something going to happen? And where was this boy anyway? It wasn't like he could just turn invisible.

"No. My container, get out of my container and give me back control," The boy's voice had this controlled kind of anger to it that was actually much more fearsome then if he had yelled. Selim could only scrunch his face up in confusion.

"What container? Who are you?" He asked. He was beginning to get his confidence back, if just a little bit. He did wish he could see this boy though, or at least figure out why his voice sounded so familiar.

"My body you fool. How did you gain control of my body? Who are you?" The still unnamed boy growled. Selim looked down at himself. This was his body, wasn't it? Sure, he felt a bit different, stronger, but it was still his body.

"T-this is my body. There's no way I could take over someone else's. Also, I'm Selim Bradley, now who are you?" Selim asked yet again, and once again, he heard the other boy gasp. It was very quiet, like he didn't want anyone to know he was surprised, but Selim heard it. Actually, he could almost feel it, and then the anger. The other boy was angry, although Selim didn't have any clue how he knew without hearing his voice or seeing him.

"That is not your body, and you are not Selim Bradley. As for who I am, I am Pride. Selim Bradley is simply the alias I took, he does not exist."

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Sorry for the long wait and then only this short chapter to show for it. I had trouble getting this chapter down, stupid writers block. Also, does anyone else dream about Full metal alchemist? I had a dream involving Pride and Riza Hawkeye last night. I'm not sure what happened, but I think Pride asked her to marry him….. Might turn that into a crack fic someday… Well, please review.