As a special present to Pen-Name-Kitsune-chan – not exactly what you asked for, but it's 2003!canon, and I am going to be doing more with that.
Also, if you haven't already, check out The Seven Names of Envy Angevin – I'm almost at the halfway point and things are picking up speed. Chapter 21 is currently in beta but it should be up within the next few days. It's a rather different tone than this collection though :P
37. Terror
Envy loved terrifying Edward. It was like a drug, watched the kid who looked so much like the bastard yelp or quiver, even under his mask of false bravado.
This time was no different, although his methods were slightly altered. It was such a dark night, after all, with no moon and about fifty broken streetlights. It would be a shame to waste it.
He could see him now – Envy's eyes had no problem with darkness, sucking in light from every available source and focusing on the bright colours that made Edward stick out so much. It would be so easy. He could strike from the alley, leave him in pain, and then dart off. Guerilla tactics. He'd have the boy going nuts.
Then, Edward stopped walking.
Envy frowned. Something else was going on.
Edward looked around – he was looking for something (or someone) but couldn't quite find it. He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket.
He looked up, not quite at Envy (but damnably close) and smiled.
"I know who you are."
It could have meant anything.
It could have been meant for anyone.
But it struck terror into Envy's heart.
Because the way he said it, the way he'd looked around –
Then Edward kept speaking.
"I know who you are. And I don't abandon family." His eyes kept venturing around for a hint of where Envy was hiding. "You've done terrible things."
Envy wanted to scream.
"But so have we."
Ed raised his automail arm.
"This – all of this – is about forgiveness. It's about penance."
Envy didn't like being afraid. This terror – this fear that…that…
"What are you afraid of?" Now it was a challenge.
"STOP IT!" screams Envy out into the street. "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING, YOU STUPID SPOILED HUMAN!"
Ed's eyes finally locked onto him, and he crossed his arms. "Oh, so it's 'stupid spoiled human' now? Listen, I'm giving you a chance –"
Envy pushed against the side of the building, launching himself across the street and at the boy who wouldn't shut up.
Teeth tore at lips; tongue fought tongue; and finally, a shocked Ed managed to pull away. "What the hell?"
Envy grinned, lips stained with blood. "I'm not your brother, pipsqueak. You'd better fucking remember that."
And just like that, Ed was the one who was afraid again.
Just like it should be.