Chapter 10

Flynn had been tossing and turning for hours before she finally gave up on going to sleep. Between the break up and the fact everyone was leaving in a few hours for the mission, getting sleep was impossible. She decided to get dressed and go to the bar the military personnel were known to frequent. She had dressed in a short skirt, low cut shirt, and high heels. She wasn't necessarily on the prowl for a man but a little bit of attention would be nice to soothe her aching ego. It's never an easy thing to go through a break up, and she would be the first to admit she got what she deserved. She pushed open the door to the bar and was blinded by the bright lights. No smoke filled room with a dingy, dimly lit interior; the bar was well lit, very clean, and nicely decorated. The music was loud and the constant clink of glassware filled the air. People milled about and talked; a few were on the dance floor. The place was packed at midnight on a weeknight. She could not imagine what it was like in here on the weekend.

Flynn slowly made her way into the crowd receiving several appreciative stares on the way to an empty table near the dance floor. She ordered a drink from the waitress who appeared at her table with startling speed. Her eyes roamed the room not really looking for anything specific until she saw a familiar blond sitting at a corner booth with his head bent toward a woman with long wavy black hair. Thankfully the waitress arrived with her drink, and she ordered another one because she knew this one was about to go down in hurry. She watched as Jean kissed the voluptuous beauty with big pouty lips the color of blood. Why the hell wasn't this place nearly dark like most bars? The glaring reality of why he ended their relationship tore at her. It wasn't her after all. He had found someone else. At least he had the decency to dump her before he cheated. 'Always look on the bright side, Miss Sunshine,' she chided herself. She snatched the second drink off the tray before the waitress could touch it. She paid for the drinks and tipped the girl generously for her swift service. After taking a few deep breaths and the drinks had given her a warm feeling and slightly detached her sense of reality, she strode over to the booth where they sat making out passionately despite the bright lights and unimpeded view of their romantic overtures.

"Hello, Jean," she murmured, leaning down on the table to give him a fabulous view of her cleavage as he turned his surprise widened eyes on her.

"Flynn? Wh-what are you doing here?" he stammered, growing pale.

"Just having a few drinks all by myself. I was having a hard time sleeping after just being dumped by my fiancee. No big deal though. Have a nice evening. Don't forget you have to be at the office in a few hours," she reminded him, turning to walk back to her table.

"Who was that?" she heard the woman ask in a sensuous voice.

"That was one of my superior officers," he responded.

Flynn could not hear anything after that because she had walked too far away from the table. She had forgotten about that; she was a rank above him as a first lieutenant because was a second lieutenant. That made her smile. The Houdini of waitresses appeared at her table as soon as she sat down with another drink for her.

"Did I order this?" she inquired, staring at the glass.

"No, ma'am. He ordered it for you," the waitress said, pointing to a man standing at the bar.

"Oh, wow!" she gasped, staring at the man. He oozed pure sex appeal to an almost disturbing degree. He was tall and thin but had a well-muscled body that he showed off with a tight sleeveless black shirt and body hugging leather pants. He even wore a sleeveless jacket with a big fur collar which she found oddly appealing. His hair was black and spikey and his eyes were black with an almost cruel glint to them which amazingly enough only added to his allure. She held her breath as he walked over to her.

"A woman as lovely as you should never be alone. You need a man with you to hold you and caress you," he said in a fantastically smooth baritone voice that flowed over her nerves like soothing oil.

Oh, hell. Flynn grabbed her drink and demolished it as he stared at her with his captivating eyes. She noticed the red tattoo in his palm as he held out his hand for her. Where had she seen that before? At this time, she did not care. She slid her hand into his, and he led her out of the bar.

"Where are you taking me?" she inquired. Her good senses had been completely destroyed by the alcohol because she should not have left the bar with him. She immediately felt dizzy and very warm. Her head ached slightly as she swayed unsteadily, and he stopped walking to put his arms around her.

"I'm taking you to my place where I plan to ravish your body until you beg for me to stop," he said, holding her body against his.

"Hmmmmm, just a little forward aren't you?" she inquired, pushing her hand against his chest, but she felt so weak.

"You seem like a woman who can appreciate frank honesty. I believe in being upfront with my intentions," he stated bluntly, sliding his hand down her back to cup her behind and pull her into him. "Right now I have every intention of having sex with you – for hours."

Flynn whimpered as he lowered his lips to hers, kissing her with a hunger and passion that reminded her of Mustang's kiss in Hughes' office. She felt like she should shove him away and run but she couldn't. Her body would not respond to her muddled brain, and she felt powerless. What was happening to her? She moaned as his tongue stroked hers, moving in and out of her mouth to mimic the motions of sex. At this moment she did not care if he laid her down on the sidewalk and had sex with her right there. What the hell was wrong with her?

"Don't worry, sweet thing. You're just feeling the effects of a little something I added to your drink. Don't worry. You'll like the things I do to you," he whispered in her ear.

Flynn could not stop the groan that escaped her lips as pulled her against the erection straining against his tight leather pants. She also could not stop the darkness that unexpectedly engulfed her and rendered her unconscious in his arms.

"Wake up!" a scratchy voice demanded sharply.

Flynn was abruptly brought to consciousness when a hard stinging slap was delivered to her cheek. She opened her eyes to see what she believed was a male standing over her. He had a disturbing androgynous quality to his voice and appearance that made it nearly impossible to determine the gender. He appeared to be young, had long black hair, and was wearing a black cut off top and a black skort. A skort? A teenaged transvestite? Who knows. She was studying him as hard he was her; they were both trying to figure each other out. His eyes were filled with pure hatred and disdain as he looked her over.

"Hey, Greed! She's awake," the boy yelled suddenly.

Flynn's heart stopped when the handsome man who had taken her from the bar came into view. She also realized with despair that she was sitting on the cold floor of a dark, damp room with her hands chained to the wall above her head. She did not bother to scream especially with the way the two men stared down at her; she was sure no one would have heard anyway.

"Have you raped her yet? I want to watch. I love to see them in pain," the younger man said, bending down in front of her to run his finger across her cheek.

Flynn gritted her teeth when she felt his fingernail bite into her flesh leaving a burning trail from her eye to her ear. She felt a small flash of satisfaction when Greed pushed him hard enough to slam him into the wall.

"Keep your damn hands off of her you sick little bastard. I know you hate humans, Envy, but we need to keep this one alive for a little while. I think she will be useful when those soldiers arrive," Greed said, kneeling down in front of her.

'Oh, no! They know that Mustang is coming!" her mind screamed. Her breath came in short rapid gasps, making her feel lightheaded. Flynn pulled away as much as possible when he held her face in his hands and leaned toward her. She closed her eyes and held her breath as Greed licked the cut that Envy had made on her face.

"I had some wonderful things planned for you. I meant every word I said after we left that bar. If you survive, I'll make good on my word," he threatened, covering her breasts with his hands and squeezing until it hurt.

Flynn glared at him with unmasked hatred, biting her lower lip to keep from crying out.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" asked a sultry female voice.

Greed stood up and moved aside to reveal the same woman who had been in the booth with Havoc. The woman had a huge tattoo on her chest like the one on Greed's hand. She had been wearing a dress with a high collar at the bar that hid the tattoo.

Then it hit her with the crushing force like the proverbial ton of bricks: she had seen that tattoo in the files that Hughes had been studying and the word homunculi suddenly made sense. These people were three of the human looking but not human at all creatures named after the seven deadly sins.

"Which one are you? Wait! Let me guess! You're Lust," Flynn snarled, scowling darkly at the sensuous woman in front of her.

"Oh, you're a smart one aren't you?" Lust retorted, turning her attention to Greed.

"There's a problem headed this way in the sewer. It's a little blond rat and a suit of armor. Go take care of it," she ordered, ignoring the grimace on his face.

Ed and Al. Flynn closed her eyes as she threatened to drown in a sea of oppressive fear and sheer terror. Nausea washed over, and she thought for sure she would vomit. She leaned her head back against the cold wall to find something solid in her world which was now rocking and pitching around her like a ship in a hurricane. Everyone she cared about was on the way to what seemed to be a horrible and inevitable end.