Hi there. Has anyone else heard that they are making a brotherhood movie? I looked it up and it sounds legit. Super excited for that, but there are no details I can find anywhere. If someone does find some, tell me.

I will be happy with the movie as long as it doesn't make Pride die after turning evil again or well, at least regaining his memories so he's back to the creepy child we all know and love, or something. I'm all for him turning evil, as long as he doesn't die. If that happens I'll be even more disappointed then when they have Wrath die in CoS.

Enough of my rant, here's the next chapter.

Chapter 6

Selim couldn't believe his ears. He was lying, he had to be. There was no way that he didn't exist. Selim shook his head, leaning agents the wall for the support his legs suddenly couldn't supply. "N-no, you're lying," He finally stuttered out in what seemed like an eternity. The voice, Pride, sneered.

"I am not lying, now leave, or I'll force you out myself," Pride growled. Selim shook his head again, even if he wanted to, how was he suppose to leave? "I don't know, but find a way," Selim shot up.

"But I didn't say that out loud," He protested, glancing around himself out of instinct. It was so weird talking to someone you couldn't see.

"You're inside my container, so I can hear your thoughts, I suppose," Pride said, sounding the slightest bit puzzled by the phenomenon. Selim just nodded, and began walking down the tunnel again. "Hey, where are you going?" the voice in his head asked angrily. It didn't faze Selim too much though, he was beginning to get used to it.

"You can tell I'm walking?" He asked. Why hadn't he spoke before?

"Yes, and because, I just woke up," Pride answered, both the spoken question and the unspoken one. Selim was going to have to get used to that. He heard Pride huff and bit, and could feel his annoyance. "Well, where are you going?" He asked again. Selim stopped walking, he wasn't really sure.

"I think I'm running away," He said finally. Yeah, that was it. He couldn't go back home, not with his dad the way he was, it was too dangerous. He knew Pride was going to protest before any words came out of his mouth, or well, formed in his head.

"No you are not. You are going to return my container so that I can go back home and have Father expel you from my body for good," Pride growled. Needless to say, Selim did not like this plan all too much. And why did he keep saying container? That sure was a strange thing to call your body. "Because it is just a container," Selim was liking the whole mind reading thing less and less. "Too bad," Of course.

"W-well, if you want it back, then take it, because I really don't know how to give it up," Selim said. Maybe he couldn't read Pride's thoughts, but he could tell how he felt, and right then it was annoyance, then determination, then disappointment and anger. "You can't?" he felt Pride quickly try and cover the disappointment with more anger.

"You'll be gone as soon as we go back to father and have him expel you," Pride growled.

"Well, I'm not going back home anyway, so father wont expel me," Selim said definitively. He wasn't going to die again. What ever had happened had aloud him to live, and if living meant having to share his body with some strange voice and never going home, that's what he would do.

"Die?" Pride asked, actually sounding a bit curious, and Selim could tell for certain that he was. He wondered if it was a good idea to tell him, but figured it would be hard to hide it from the voice in his head who could read his thoughts anyway.

"Y-yeah. Father strangled me, and then I went though his weird door thing, and a weird figure told me he could let me live, and then I woke up in your body, I guess," Selim explained. He could tell Pride was thinking hard, but even after a few minutes he didn't way anything, and so Selim just kept walking.

Eventually he reached the end of the tunnel. Some stares led up to a rusty gated entry way in the back of an alleyway. He was glad it didn't lead back into his house, and that his father or that Envy person hadn't caught up with him.

"They will," Selim decided to ignore that. He just needed to focus on what to do first. He couldn't go back home, so he had no food, no money, no clothes and no idea where to go. He figured it could be worse, but he didn't know how.

Climbing out of the alley he really was lost. He'd never been outside of the very center of the capital, and this looked like the slums to him. His first instinct was to head back to the nicer, safer parts of Central, but he figured there was a greater chance of him being found and returned home in those parts.

Looking around though he realized he stood out like a sore thumb. Everything here, including the people, was so dirty. Here he was with his new, clean clothes. What if someone tried to kidnap him and use him as ransom? What if they found out he was the president's son?

"Can't you defend yourself at all?" Pride sneered in his head. Selim realized sadly that he couldn't. He just wasn't a fighter. Pride sighed. "Useless. You'll be fine, it would take much, much, more then a random mugger to harm my container." Selim could defiantly feel a bit of the emotion the voice was named for coming from him.

Walking along Selim wondered if he should just leave Central all together. Once he didn't come home his father, and if not, his mother, would have the entire city turned upside down to find him. He should probably leave as soon as possible, but he didn't have any money for a train…

"You could always sneak on," Pride said, and then quickly winced at his own words. Selim could tell he hadn't meant to say that, think, whatever, out loud. Smiling, the small boy nodded.

"Thanks Pride, that's a great idea," He could feel the anger bubbling up, although it only made Selim giggle. He could do this. He would go someplace far, far away from Central, where no one would ever find him. He would miss mother, though. He could sense Pride perk up a bit at his most recent thought, but just ignored it. Ah well, maybe one day when he's grown up he could go see mother. Selim frowned a bit, something was wrong with Pride. He seemed almost… well, sad.

"What's wrong? Pride?" Selim asked. Again he quickly began to mask his emotions.

"Nothing," Pride growled, and Selim decided to just leave him. Turning a corner Selim realized he had no idea where the train station was, and still no idea where he even was. It was no use asking Pride, he didn't want him to run away anyway, he wouldn't help. On purpose, at least. He wasn't about to ask one of the random people on the street, well, maybe he would once he got to a more appealing part of town.

Getting to that more appealing part of time took him about an hour, but once he did it only took a five second conversation with a nice looking lady, and he was on his way to the train station. He could feel Pride near pouting, it was rather funny, especially for someone who seemed to try and be so intimidating. Although once he thought that the pouting was replaced with another bout of anger.

"I am not pouting, you brat," The voice growled. Selim decided to turn his thoughts to something else.

The train station was coming into view. Now he just had to figure out how to sneak on one. He reasoned it would be easiest to sneak onto one of the storage compartments, and just jump out at any random stop. It didn't matter what train he got on either, as long as it went away.

Sneaking over to the loading decks, he hid behind a large crate, trying to decide when and where it would be best to sneak on. Watching the men work, he saw that there were a few box carts that weren't locked, but had already been loaded. Picking one of those to hop on, he waited until the men had their backs turned.

Running fast and low to the ground, he made his way to the door. Pulling it open just enough to squeeze though, he went in, closing it behind him.

It was pitch black. He couldn't see his hand in front of his face. Gulping, Selim made his way over to a corner, running into quite a few wooden crates along the way. He'd never liked it when it was dark like this. Apparently neither did Pride. Although he didn't seem scared, just annoyed.

Sitting down, he felt what he assumed to be some kind of tarp on the ground by his foot. Pulling on it, it only went about halfway up his torso, caught under one of the crates. Yawning, Selim was suddenly very tired. It was getting late, when he had hopped onto the box cart, the sun was almost set.

All of a sudden, the floor underneath him lurched forward. It had nearly given him a heart attack. He could feel Pride's annoyance with him, but he didn't care, he hadn't been expecting it to move so suddenly.

The ride was very bumpy and loud. He guessed it was probably a lot better in the passenger parts of the train, but soon the bangs and rattles just vanished to the back of his head as white noise. Selim even got used to the bumps, although that was mostly because of how exhausted he was. It was hard to feel the box cart jumping around when you were fast asleep.

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Selim is on the run! What will happen next to our little hero? Beats me. Well, please review, they are like candy for the soul.