Double update today becauuuse...I can't count . But I already had this written so that's good at least ^.^
97. Blister
He had her picked out from the moment he saw her.
She was a tiny little thing, brown-skinned and red-eyed like the rest of them but with something else as well.
Envy's hand twitched towards his gun, but he stopped himself. He was still wearing the wrong disguise.
She was beautiful.
The way she clutched at her teddy-bear, winced under the blows from the other children - it was all beautiful. So small. So delicate.
Envy's disguise scowled, and so did Envy, hidden behind layers of skin and curled around his Stone.
She was so beautiful that it burnt and blistered, scarred even the supposedly guarded tender flesh of his true self.
So when he took the chosen form, lifted the gun towards her, he cherished that last moment, took its flames into himself, let them blister until he couldn't feel anything else. (Homunculi weren't supposed to feel anyway.)
He fired, and grinned as her beauty disappeared in blood and flesh and matter.
He wouldn't hurt again.
Oh, but gold had a way of seeping in, of making all his scars hurt again. Night and day, they were, the little Ishbalan girl and the little Amestrian boy, but their beauty still made him scream in pain, wracked by his sin so completely that there was no room for anything else.
He was covered in blisters, parts where his true form rubbed too close and made him itch and wince. Times when he felt like the creature he was.
And it was all too often.
So he'd get Edward at his mercy, just like he had with so many others.
He wouldn't hurt again.