Another chapter, good, right?

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"Alfonse," Wrath said over the phone, "Your older brother is getting very annoyed with how long you've been up there," He stated.

Envy rolled his eyes, so Pride was pissed that getting a blood crest in the north was taking a while. Too bad. Right now he was regretting calling in to make a report. He should have known the others would be impatient by now. After all, he had been at Fort Briggs for over a week now.

That fullmetal bastard and his mechanic hadn't left either, and even Kimblee was getting annoying! Did none of them understand that sparking a fight here was harder then it looked? Briggs soldiers were too well disiplined so he couldn't start a mutiny. It was to dangerous to try and get into Drachma to make them fight, he couldn't 'go traitor' without being shot and blowing the 'Alfonse Abrahms' cover.

"Deal with it," Envy muttered, "Why don't you come over here and see how hard it is?" He demanded. "Or better yet let my older brother come." Yeah, let Pride come, see if he can carve the blood crest without attracting attention to himself. This wasn't an easy task when your at Fort Briggs. It was near impossible to sneak out and cause trouble! And unfortunetly the Fullmetal Pipsqueak already knew what he was here for, and he had a feeling the Major General bitch had a good idea too.

"We might have to, Envy," Wrath muttered and Envy repressed the urge to scream at him. Of course the way he said it was just saying that 'If you continue to be a failure, we'll have to step in'. Envy wasn't a faliure!

A faliure wasn't as good as he was in undercover work and inflitration! A failure wasn't able to manipulate or act as good as he could-then again most of the homunculi were good actors since most had to do undercover work. A faliure sure as hell wasn't able to start the Ishvalan War with a single bullet.

Wait, that's it! Envy thought gleefully as realization struck.

"What is it?" Al asked, curious, and a little scared of what might be going through Envys not quite sane mind.

"A single bullet started the Ishval war, right, Fuhrer?" Envy asked, "A soldier accidentally shot a little girl, then all hell broke loose, correct?"

There was a pause, before a curious Wrath answered, "Yes, why are you asking?" He asked.

Envy could tell both Al and Wrath were curious, and Interested/Scared, interested on Wraths side, Scared on Al's side, of what Envy had in mind.

"I was just struck with a wonderful idea," Envy said and started snickering. Of course the idea wasn't original, he'd done it before. But that's the point, he'd done it before and it worked. Why wouldn't it now?

Al must have finally realized what he was talking about, "Envy, don't. Please we don't need another war like that one!" He pleaded but Envy was beyond listening to the Elric.

Wrath though, didn't seem to get what Envy was talking about at all, either that or he was just pretending not too. Envy's money was on the latter, "Very well, Abrahms, good luck," Wrath said and hung up.

Envy just smirked as he began walking down the halls, his mind going over forms he would need to take. Of course he would appear as a Drachman soldier, undercover so at first glance he wouldn't be noticed, but when he would strike, everyone would see that he was from Drachma and see his uniform.

Amestris would assume that Drachma broke their treaty and attack, and the blood crest would be carved. Father would be happy and the plan would go on as planned. All because of Envy's genius plan.

Hopefully it would be better then Ishval!

He started snickering to himself as he walked. He needed to find Kimblee to let him know and give him his orders. Of course Envy had absolute confidence he would come back without a single thought that he was the one behind it. But he needed to make sure Kimblee knew that if he was unable to return to Fort Briggs for whatever reason- be it that he had to leave without notice because of the other homunculi, or something bad actually managed to happen to him, impossible as it was- that Kimblee was free to do as he pleased.

He didn't like having to do this, the homunculus was a little put off by Kimblees love for blowing things up. He wouldn't put it past the mad bomber to kill Edward despite the fact that Father doesn't want him killed.

But Envy had no choice in the matter. So if Kimblee killed Ed, it was all on Father for even allowing the guy in on the plan. To be honest though, Envy didn't give a rats ass about Fathers plan. He didn't know if he always didn't care but he'd just begun noticing so many flaws in it and just how much he didn't give a damn about it.

That feeling was even starting to expand towards the other homunculi and Father himself.

Envy shook his head of these possibly rebellious thoughts as he walked up to Kimblee whom he found sitting at a table reading a newspaper and drinking the bad tasting coffee that was overly priced by the soldiers here.

"Hello, Lieutenant Colonel Abrahms," Kimblee greeted with a smile. As per-usual, his chimera bodyguards were behind him as usual. Seriously, why did they even have to bring them? Not like Kimblee couldn't take care of himself.

Envy nodded and pulled up a chair, "Kimblee, I'm going to head down to North City," He explained, "Fuhrer Bradley needs me to run an errand down there. I might have to go straight to Central after though so, if I don't return your free to do as you please," He informed the Crimson Alchemist.

Smirking, Kimblee nodded, "Well, I hope you have a blast there," He said as Envy got up to walk away.

If Kimblee was left to do as he pleased...Fort Briggs was going to become a giant firework, Envy just knew it. The homunculus shook his head again as he walked past Miles and gave a short explanation that he was going to get a train ticket to head back to Central.

"Envy...please listen, you don't have to do something like this," Alphonse begged, he was still trying to get Envy to reconsider his plan.

Walking out of the fort an making his way down the mountain- he was going to walk, nothing they could do about it- he rolled his eyes, "Kid, people are going to die one way or another, it's going to be a blood bath, what difference is it going to make?"

Al didn't give up though, "Envy, please just don't carve another blood crest then! You don't have to do it!" He argued.

Whistling a tune, Envy jumped over a branch on the snow, "Alphonse, if I don't carve the blood crest, Father will send someone else to do it," The homunculus said and shrugged, "I'd rather do my job myself, then have some third-rate idiot do it."

He then tuned Al out for the rest of the walk down the mountain. It wasn't that hard, he was a Homunculi so the cold didn't bother him, and he didn't need to stop and rest. If only it could shut Alphonse up as well. Despite his attempt to tune him out, he could still here the Elric.

"Al, shut up, we're here," Envy muttered as he slunk into North City. The sun was hidded behind clouds that threatened to start snowing and it was also very cold, so there weren't a lot of people out and about. He smirked as he shifted into the form he decided he would take during this.

He was lean and tall, held obvious Drachman features but was wearing a winter coat with the hood over his head to hide his face. He was going as a Lieutenant from Drachma he'd seen a picture of when he went over the files back at Fort Briggs.

Reaching into his pocket, he felt the gun he'd be using and felt a grin break across his face. It was time to find a victim and see if one bullet is going to be able to trigger another war.

"ENVY!" Al screamed in his head, damn, he was starting to get a headache thanks to Al. "Just don't!"

Envys grin went into a frown. You are way too annoying, Alphonse. Even more so then the brat Wrath. And that is saying something.

Al didn't say anything, probably trying to figure out what he could do and say to stop Envy.

Smirking, the Homunculus started walking down the street, making sure that the hood hide his face as he headed towards the park. He passed a few people on the way, his mind thinking of how he should approach this. It wasn't like he could walk up, gun in hand, smile and shoot the person.

By the time he reached the park, he had already decided on what he was going to do. Sitting on the bench, he kept his hands stuffed into his pocket, his right hand holding the gun tightly, ready to yank it out and shoot.

His eyes scanned the park, watching and anylizing everyone he saw, and stopped on a group of kids. They didn't look that old, between eight and eleven at most. They were running around, throwing snowballs at each other, making snow angles, just being so innocent to the world around them.

Grinning, he slowly began to remove the gun from his pocket, he'd shoot one of those kids, maybe all of them, yes, shooting a group of kids would be more efficent and likely to start a war then just shooting one kid.

But, before he could pull the gun out of his pocket, he froze. Memories once again began swarming his mind;

Envy smirked as he shifted into the form of an Amestris soldire, he didn't remember the name off the top of his head but he knew that the soldier was against the idea of Amestris soldiers being in Ishval. So this was going to be good.

He had his gun in his hand at his side as he walked, passing Ishvalans, some giving him supicious looks, others ignoring him. He stopped as a little girl ran up, not looking where she was going it seemed, and stopped just before she ran into Envy.

She was clutching a stuffed bear in her hand and looked up at Envy, her red eyes wide in curiosity. Envy looked down at her, and his face split into a wide smile, the girl blinke before smiling back but it dropped as he cocked his gun at her, just a few inches from her face.

His smile broke into a wide grin as he looked down at her, watching the girls eyes widen in fear. Without a second thought, he pulled the trigger. The gunshot rang through the air, and the girl fell to the ground, killed the second she got shot.

Just like that, the war flared up, Ishvalans instantly attacked the soldiers, screaming at them and the soldiers fought to fend them off, having to resort to shooting them.

During the comotion, Envy slipped off and shifted into a new form. He had to hide so he could watch this glorious war.

Turning around, he looked at the girl, lying on the ground, a puddle of red, of blood, pooled around her, her stuffed bear covered in her blood. Turning back around and walking off, Envy grinned. He felt no regret, he felt refreshed shooting her, she was such a pitiful existence, he was doing her a favor by shooting her.

Envy twitched, he didn't regret shooting that girl, it was true, right? He basically saved her from having to live through a war! She would have been killed during the battle anyways when they sent in the State Alchemists. He shouldn't be feeling this disgusted with himself!

He tried to pull the gun out of his pocket, but found himself unable to move his arm. His body froze up.

"Don't kill them, Envy!" Al shouted, taking advantage of the confused and chaotic state Envys mind was once again in.

He was going through another break down. Oh god he was having another breakdown.

Jumping to his feet, Envy looked around before rushing out, running past people and through the city. He didn't even notice when he transformed back into his own form. He just continued to run, he had to get out of here. He had to keep running.

They were after him, oh god, they were all around him! He could hear them screaming! They were screaming, crying, laughing!

"Save me!"

"Kill me! Please!"

"Mommy? Daddy? Where are you!?"

"Let's play!"

"Please!"

"I don't want to die yet!"

"Help me!"

Envy clutched his head while he ran, "Shut up! Please! Shut up!" He screamed as he ran. Where were these voices coming from? Why were they talking to him? Shut them up! Shut up!

"Please!"

"Kill me! Please! Kill me!"

"Mommy!"

"Help me die! I beg you!"

"Hahahahahaha!"

"SHUT UP!" Envy screamed, gripping his hair and pulling so hard he was just a few tugs from ripping it our, "SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU!" He screeched and fell to his knees after entering an empty cave, tears were running down his face as he wrapped his arms around himself, his body shaking. "Please, go away! Please!" He whimpered out.

Al was silent, he didn't know what to say without possibly making it worse. There was nothing around Envy, but he could hear the voices too. Though it only took him a minute to realize that it was all the souls trapped in Envy's Philosophers Stone.

Al just sighed, trying his best to mute the voices, he didn't know if he could do something like that, but seeing Envy in this state just pained him so much.

It was about fifteen minutes when the voices finally silenced, leaving Envy a shaking and twitching mess in the snow. He kept whimpering for them to stop, to leave him alone, and Al begun whispering soothing words to him, like he did the first time.

He didn't know where they were, with how fast Envy was running, and how long he had been running, Al wouldn't have been surprised if they were no longer in the North. But there was still snow on the ground so they couldn't have gone that far. But he was sure they were to a point where the Briggs Soldiers wouldn't find them.

Alphonse had to admit, if it wasn't for the break down, he was sure that Envy would have shot those kids. He was grateful for the fact that Envy had a mental break down right then, but was scared of what Kimblee might do now.

Just to clear things up, the memories of shooting the Ishvalan child along wtih a tsunami wave of guilt, caused the mental breakdown. I hope you can understand how significiant this mental breakdown is going to be in future chapters.

Don't be mistaken, Envy didn't have a sudden change of heart, he's still bad (Not as evil as in the begining, but not good).