Pain. That was the first thing that Rosalyn was expecting to feel when she first closed her eyes, but when she opened them again she saw what stopped Gluttony's approach to her. Jagged stones pierce through different parts of the large man's body and would bring him close to the ceiling.

Was he dead? No he couldn't be. Rosalyn could see a lingering glow in Gluttony's eyes. Why wasn't he dead? No human could survive that type of damage. There was another problem; Lust had vanished. No longer had her fingers pierced Scar's skin, but still just because she was gone didn't mean the uneasy feeling she gave Rosalyn leave.

Then the remembrance that Scar was still there and injured hit Rosalyn. "Scar! Scar are you ok?" Rosalyn had begun to speak again, but the sight she had seen stopped her in her tracks. Scar's palm lay against the stone wall; flowing in front of it were the small jagged rocks that had traveled and grown to pierce Gluttony.

Scar grunted as his free hand came to hold his wounded shoulder. The blood sipping from his wound stained the yellow fabric of his jacket. At the rate he was bleeding, Scar couldn't go very far without some kind of medical treatment.

Rosalyn didn't have time to figure out where Scar could get help; they had to get away from here. Rosalyn regretted checking to see if Gluttony was still in the same spot because he wasn't; fear had begun to over whelm her. Whatever the hell Lust and Gluttony were, they weren't human.

When moving to grab her bag, Rosalyn heard herself utter "What the hell were those guys..." Scar of course heard her being as how they had moved closer to one another. Between the pain and having to watch out for someone other than himself, it was obvious that Scar was having a problem thinking straight.

After hearing a chuckle come a head of them, Rosalyn stopped; listening for another sign of life in the tunnel. "Wake up, kid. Monsters really do exist in the world." It was a man's voice. It was hard to tell where exactly the owner of the voice was until had seen movement towards Scar.

Rosalyn begun to speak, but her words were stuck. Why couldn't she speak now? Why was it she was freezing up? It wasn't just fear now that was over whelming Rosalyn; it was anger. Never in her life had she been scared and now wasn't the time to start. She clenched her fist, eventually drawing blood. When the blood dropped to the floor, a red pulse echoed through the structures around Rosalyn. The scattered building material had begun to lift into the air, each having a form of a red ring around it. It wasn't long before the stones began to break down into smaller forms.

Rosalyn could hear Lust chuckle and then she would hear Lust say in a rather soft tone "The Little Dove has tricks up her sleeves" This struck a nerve. Only person who ever called Rosalyn that was her mother, so how the hell did this woman know about it?

"Shut up." Rosalyn's voice was strong. Fear no longer lingered in her emotions; instead it was anger and pain. Again Rosalyn heard Lust chuckle. "I said shut up!" This time the girl screamed, which seemed to set off one pulse after another of the same light.

Things had begun to change around Rosalyn now, the structures were starting to break apart one after another and the stone began to shift around Rosalyn to make a jagged form of a circle. Even though Rosalyn could hear Scar calling to her, she would no longer listen. Her whole body had become numb before she slammed her palm to the ground. This action not only revealed an Alchemy circle aligned with the circle formed by the rocks, but also caused an explosion to erupt through the tunnel.

With the explosion through the tunnel, the road above had begun to collapse. The light from the sun had begun to show through the tunnel, relieving the darkness of its duty. Everything around Rosalyn seemed to have disappeared in a cloud of smoke, expect for Scar. The red piercing of his eyes was the last thing Rosalyn remembered seeing before she had passed out.

"Damn it! What the hell was that Lust?!" Envy screeched at the attractive woman who was leaning against the wall of one of the nearby buildings to where the road had begun to collapse. His long messy hair was tainted with his own blood as was his pale skin, but no signs of open wounds showed.

Lust's eyes narrowed with aggravation. Envy acted as though he could have been killed by just a mere explosion. "I underestimated the girl's bond to the philosopher stone." Her voice was almost a hiss.

Next to Lust sat Gluttony's fat rump, his mind to occupied on licking the blood from his hands to pay attention to the conversation between Envy and Lust. Obviously he had just eaten since blood formed around the edges of his lips.

Envy just stood glaring at the woman for a moment before going to look at the gathering crowd. "I don't understand why Father just doesn't rip the stone out of the girl in the first place."

"He doesn't need that stone, not now at least. For now we just need to scare her into the arms of the oldest Elric boy and perhaps that damned Scar." Lust responded to her brother, though her attention was more focused on searching for any sign of Scar or the Little Dove.

When Rosalyn first woke up she could hear voices, but couldn't make the words out. Her vision was blurry as well. After a moment of staring at a blonde headed person for so long, Rosalyn vision began to clear and she came to see who it really was. Edward.

He looked as though he was tired. His sleeveless shirt revealed the auto-mail of his left arm, but resting in of the chairs was a newer jacket from the one he had left her on the train. Rosalyn's mind wandered to the time he said he and Alphonse were going to get their bodies back. This must have been what he meant. So did Al's body miss limbs as well or was it something worse?

"You're awake, finally." Ed's voice was a sound of relief. It seemed to set off Alphonse's awareness of because his suit rattled as he came to look at Rosalyn as well.

"W-where am I?" Rosalyn's question was simple and predictable. This was usually first question for many people who didn't know there were bouts. When she retrieved no quick answer, Rosalyn had gone to sit up, but came to flinch back down due to the sudden pain reaching through her body.

Ed's hand came to support Rosalyn as he had begun speaking. "Careful Rosalyn. You were found outside the hospital messed up pretty bad. Doctors said your wounds were deep." His words answered one question on Rosalyn's mind. Was she left alone here?

Before another word was spoken between Edward, Alphonse, or Rosalyn a knock would come to echo into the room from the door. Soon enough a young man would enter. His short blonde hair was cut neatly and precisely to keep a suitable manner. As well the uniform he wore showed that he was a proud soldier of the military. To Rosalyn though he wasn't just some random soldier.

"Joseph…" Her voice was weak, but shocked as well as she came stare at one of very few people she ever wanted to see in Central. For a moment it was difficult for Rosalyn to catch her breath, but when she finally did she heard the response from the young soldier.

"It's been a while, sister…"