Author's Note: Yikes this is getting hard to write…sob sob. But don't fret I will do my best! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own FMA or any of its characters…yadiyadiyada…sigh.

Chapter Nine: Pain

The Colonel was busy searching for Ed when a bang caused his head to rise up.

"ROY! Have you found any clues about Ed's whereabouts?"

Barging down the room was Maes Hughes.

Colonel looked at his best friend's expression and immediately knew he was worried about Edward. Well of course he did he treated Ed and Al like they were his sons (well almost, he didn't show their picture to everyone he ran into, unlike with this daughter…) Mustang understood Hughes feelings, because he felt the same, sure he wasn't particularly close or friendly towards Ed, he still cared for him like his son.

"No we haven't found any leads to where Ed is. We have been searching the entire city, but found nothing."

Hughes shook his head and sat down on the couch.

"As if he didn't have enough problems! Now he has been kidnapped with a fever, while being accompanied with a short tempered alchemist who specializes in knives? The world is such a cruel place for these boys! We have to find him soon!"

"I know Hughes. I know… but it's getting dark, it will be harder to search for him during the night, we don't have any leads and the men are beginning to get tired. Were stuck."

"Don't worry about that. I'll have some of my men do a night search while your men rest for the night. They will have to take shifts while searching the city, and its outskirts."

"Okay good! Let's find Ed!"

…

For what it seemed to be forever Ed lay on that cold bed shivering. What was going to happen to him? Were the others actually going to trade him for the other three alchemists? How were Al and Winry? Is the Colonel actually going to do the trade? Will they find him in time? Endless thoughts swirled in Ed's head making his head spin even further. The most important question that was in his head was: How was he going to get out of this?

I can't transmute, these stupid binds are stopping me from putting my hands together. I can't free myself either, they're fricking metal and are molded into the bed.

"Cough! Cough!"

I'm so tired. I should probably rest so I can…think…of a …plan…later…

BANG!

Ed jolted awake. As he listened to the footsteps come closer to his bed, he prayed that it wasn't the alchemist with a grudge but someone who was going to rescue him and get him off this ice cold bed. But hid hopes went downhill as he felt another cut being created on his cheek, he immediately turned his head and grunted.

"What's your problem?" he croaked.

"Your face ticks me off, and so does that attitude of yours. Maybe if you survive and you return to those "friends" of yours you will learn how to behave better."

"Like I give a damn about how you feel about my attitude. You couldn't change me even if you tried! No one can!"

"We'll see about that…"

Ed cringed as he prepared himself for the next cut on his flesh. But he didn't feel a cut. He heard a loud stab. It was the sound of a metal cutting another metal. At first Ed didn't feel anything, until he realized what was stabbed. His automail leg. Suddenly sharp sparks of electricity came through his nerves of his leg as the automail went haywire.

"NNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!" screamed Edward through his teeth.

He could sense the pressure of the knife in the metal, since he couldn't move that part of his leg anywhere. The pain was horrible. It was like having his nerves reconnected over and over and over again. With the usual connection the extreme pain would only last for a second and then it would gradually decrease but with what the alchemist was doing to his leg was it stayed at the extreme pain as he pressured the knife into his leg. It took him all he had to not scream, but he couldn't help grunting and grinding his teeth together. It seemed like forever until the pain stated to decrease but not enough for Ed not to be in a lot of pain. He felt the sweat trickle down his forehead, his breathing was labored and harsh, and worst of all he could still feel the pain from his leg circling throughout his body. He managed to say:

"What…did…you do?"

"Simple. I have read about automail before and I know where the wiring is in your leg, I also read that it was very painful to have auto mail attached because of the electricity running through your nerves. So all I did was drive a knife to where the wiring is and made sure it was intertwined with my knife, I also possess a little device on my knife which sends strong amounts of electric currents to whatever the knife is touching. I can shock you with your own leg with the flick of a switch. Lovely isn't it?"

"Y-you…sick bastard!"

"Now now you don't want me shocking you again now do you?"

Ed remained silent. He did not want to feel that again, it hurt too much.

"That's a good boy. Now I need you to tell me whether you put my friends on death row or if your friends are going to bring them back to me. Also if your friends will bring back up to rescue you and what position they will take to do so."

Ed snapped back without thinking of his situation.

"As if I would actually give you enough knowledge to harm the people who are trying to save me. I know what you are going to do, you are going to set up a trap for them like what you did to me and my brother! I would never let others get into danger, especially if it would be my fault that they would get hurt! I would nev-AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Another shock of pain coursed through his nerves as the alchemist turned on the electricity again. He couldn't help but scream, his body had had enough and he couldn't restrain it anymore. He fought to keep conscious but was too weak to do so, and as he passed out he heard the alchemist say:

"Stubborn brat! Your chances of living until your 'friends' get here are getting slimmer and slimmer…"

Author's Note: Phew… I'm not really sure whether Ed would get electrocuted by that… but that is the beauty of imagination. Everything is possible :)