A/N: I am going to be taking a winter break so I won't be on till next year. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. Thank you guest whomever you are for our positive review. Sorry I haven't updated in a while, crap happened. I will be updating about once a week after my break.
Fuck, I'm cornered, Envy thought to himself as he eyed the wall behind him. Maybe I'll be able to scale it if I just..., Lust cut him off by impaling the spot next to his head. There wasn't enough time to think, only to act, and not thinking when trying to escape blood-thirsty homunculi was deadly. Who the hell told Dante about what he was doing? Could it be Wrath? It had to be Wrath; he was the only one who knew. That thought stung, and for some weird reason he felt hollow inside knowing that Wrath had betrayed him. He could imagine the long-haired homunculus standing with his mother, waiting for Envy to head their way, that thought just increased the hollow feeling in his chest. He felt something, probably one of Lust's fingers, brushing his side. The pain that followed was immense, as was the warm red liquid that flowed out after. Fuck, I should have focused on the fight he chided himself. He examined his surroundings again, trying, unsuccessfully to ignore his throbbing side. That's when he realized that his only way out would be to charge Lust and Gluttony, so naturally he shape-shifted his arm into a blade and charged them. He could feel his wound regenerating, the wound slowly closing up, a he plunged his blade into an unsuspecting Lust's heart, he then pulled it out leaving her to fall into Gluttony's arms and ran on as Gluttony cursed Envy for hurting Lust. Lust wasn't trying to kill me, he realized, otherwise the the fight would have been more grueling. She's trying to help me, he thought thankfully. Needless to say, he didn't know that Lust had let him kill her so that he could run straight into the trap the other homunculi had prepared.
Envy stumbled and fell on the his eyes widening with fear when he realized what exactly his leg had gotten caught on. It was a grove embedded in the ground, a line that with many other formed a transmutation circle. Get up, he frantically thought, just move. His body wouldn't cooperate though, his fear took control of him, the fear that he had only felt once in his life before, the fear before death. Fuck, now I'm getting all philosophical, I will not die here so move you mother fucking body and move fast, Envy mentally commanded. To his surprise he felt himself spring of the ground, only to face Sloth and Wrath. Wrath looked miserable, and Envy relished the look on his face, serves you right for telling, go rot in hell, he thought. Wrath flinched under his gaze, but Sloth stood there unmoved. Though the youngest seemed smug, way more smug than usual. Envy then felt a sharp pain in his back, something had pierced through his skin and whatever it was it fucking hurt. He turned around as quickly as his body would allow him to, but with each movement, he could feel pain shooting through him. He found himself facing Dante. He then understood what had impaled him, it was a bone fragment from the corpse that had once been him. He stared into the knowledge burdened eyes of a girl who was now Dante. In those eyes he saw pleasure and dare he say, boredom. That pissed him off, Dante thought that killing him was so easy that she was now bored. He transmuted his arm into a blade, frustration numbing his pain. Then he charged, only to feel tendrils of water engulfing him whole. The oxygen in his lungs slowly transformed into carbon dioxide. Not able to withstand the urge to breathe any longer, he gasped for air, only to receive a mouthful of water. Then he felt the slowly unwrapping until he felt the cold, hard ground spitting water out of his mouth and greedily lapping down the surrounding oxygen. Dante mentally sighed at the pathetic excuse that she called her oldest creation and knelt down, placing her hands at the edge of the transmutation circle. Envy felt a searing pain through his body, as he felt the red stones their places in his body and push their way into his stomach. All his nerves were ablaze as he desperately clung to the alley wall for support. Tears brimmed his eyes as he vomited the red stones that were his life, and when the saliva slicked stones hit the ground they would melt into a red liquid, The pain were the bone fragment had been impaled increased as the stones left his body. He sunk to his knees, to weak to stand, the red liquid lapping at the edge of his legs. Lust then appeared by Dante's side, the need for blood showing in her eyes, Dante merely nodded her consent. Envy sat there wrecked and ravaged as Lust slowly impaled his palm. The pain was severe, but Envy's pride wouldn't allow him to scream. Lust then slowly withdrew her finger, only to push it back in a few inches above. He could feel her other finger repeating this to his other arm. Envy wanted to scream so bad. Each slow thrust combined with the excruciating pain and the crimson liquid that came afterward left Envy panting and every now and then a small, barely audible groan would escape him. He knew that screaming would make things easier to cope with, but he wouldn't stoop so low. Lust soon got bored though, and after butchering his arms only had time to impale hi twice in the chest before Wrath's transmuted arm plunged into her neck. Envy saw this, but was in to much pain to process anything besides the fact that Wrath wan't a traitor.
Wrath knew everyone was shocked and took this opportunity to carry Envy and quickly run away from the scene of the crime. Though he had barely reached the next alley when he heard Lust's enraged scream. He ran even quicker, Envy being surprisingly light weight. He soon found himself at Central Headquarters. Though, before he could enter the building he felt Lust impale him through the chest. Shit, he thought, he was about to blackout. Envy, he thought, he knew that the other homunculus had passed out due to exhaustion in his arms, and the thought of Envy getting caught was enough to push him onward. He ran forward, pushing through the doors of the headquarters, setting of several alarms.
The alarms went of throughout headquarters and Edward was on his feet and racing out the doors the group office he shared with the others. He was the first to arrive at the main lobby, were he found a heavily bleeding unconscious Envy, next to a barely conscious wounded Wrath. His first thoughts were this exactly, Thank god I get to see you again Envy.