Warnings: same a previous chapters.

Edward looked around the small room, his heartbeat had increased before stepping in and he now felt ridiculous. He looked around something in the room was different since they had moved in. He couldn't pinpoint it, he glanced at the desk in the corner the was a thin layer of dust on top of the desk but the handles on the drawers were dust free.

He bent down and pulled the first drawer open, peering inside. Nothing.

The second drawer, a file? He reached in frowning and pulled out several sheets of paper, tagged together.

He sat down and began scanning, through the sheets, his frown deepened as he recognised the writing and content as his own work. All the information on cloning he had done, he began flipping through looking for anything out of place. At the back he found it, half the pages were missing, the ones detailing attaching a soul and how to know if the clone had developed a mind. He glanced in the drawers and didn't find them, after searching for a while, he unlocked a separate set of drawers finding the pages ripped up with ink splattered over it. It was kinda disturbing, why had he ripped these pages? The important ones? And no matter how stupid it sounded, it was slightly disturbing.

The blonde teen turned to stare at the sheets, why did he have them in the first place.

Edward sat down thinking as he flicked through the pages, was Al trying to bring back his lost limbs?

The blonde bit his lip in worry, he hadn't worked out how to bring individual limbs. There would be a full body, and shit was his brother planning on chopping the thing arm of and attaching to him?

Al came trotting down stair happily, but froze at the sight of the study door open. Ed was sleeping on the chair, but woke at the sound of his brothers panicked footsteps.

The two brothers stared both with fear in their eyes.

"Al what the…"

"I can explain."

"Let me ask first!"

Al shrank back, letting out a soft whimper and widened his eye to gaze pleadingly into the golden eyes of his brother.

"What the hell is this." He shoved the file and torn paper in front of his brothers nose.

The brunette glanced towards the sealed panel, relief flooding through him. Ed turned to follow his brothers gaze.

"Well?"

The brunette met the irritated blonde's eyes and smiled gently at him.

"I was worried you would lose them."

"Why are these all torn?"

"I spilled ink on them, got embarrassed so tried to hide them."

Ed frowned at him scanning the room, there was a definite difference in the room.

"Whys the room different."

"Because it's my room, that you promised to stay out of, and there are things here now."

Al gazed at his brother's face. "What don't you believe me? Ed I can't believe you! This is ridiculous! Edward Elric what the hell is wrong with you."

The brunette allowed his anger to shine through, and glared at his brother. Just as he turned Igani into his brother for raping, he turned his brother into Igani to unleash his anger on.

Guilt crossed Ed's face and he murmured his apology, into his chest, hiding behind his hair.

Al walked over and shepherded his guilt filled brother out, and sent him off to work.

Watched him go, and tore down to the basement.

The boy lay cuddled under his blanket, his breath lifting his hair gently. Al stormed over, tossing the blankets off him and rammed his cock into the boy as the child was still waking. The boy whimpered half asleep and dazed, he came to full conscience, just as Al finished in him. Igani was turned around, and stared in confusion into Al's face.

He clenched, whimpering at the slimy liquid running down his legs.

"You almost got us caught." The brunettes voice was a soft, hoarse whisper. Al watched the boy who levered himself accidentally into Al's chest.

Al began stroking himself to full arousal, once ready he made the child scream in pain.

Over the next three years the screams would die down.

Over the next three years the tears would stop.

Over the next three years the boy would suffer more abuse.

Over the next three years he would hardly age.

In the next three his existences hell worsened.

Al slammed himself into the child, hitting his face, came, kissed the tip of his nose like a father would too their new born, and left the boy in the darkness.

A/N: Review if I should keep this up

A/N2: Three year time skip coming up. Well its going to change next chapter cause of that. I'm kinda worried that a book about the Wests, sick people, that I just read is gonna have an effect, not good.