Dear Readers,
So, this chapter took alot longer to pump out because it is, some how, larger than all the others. Hmm...Well, basically all I did was watch episode 41 and type down stuff that happened. Really, if you want to see the action scenes than just watch episode 41! and I would just like to say how happy I am! All of yalls reviews are giving me strength to carry on! Someone called me a writing goddess! AHHHH! And I can't wait to get back on track with the sappy Envy+Winry romance! * eyes sparkle and looks into the distance* This seperation is killing me! But it had to be done, to test their love. Seriously. I couldn't just have then fall for each other and then that be it. I hope I didn okay with this chapter...Sigh...I'm so sleepy. And I have a doctors appointment tomorrow. But not to worry! i'll bring my lap top, so I can type in the waiting room! Like a nerd... Okay, please review faithful fans and Envy+Winry lovers!
- Ramona F.
Battles
Winry looked down at him with half lidded eyes, hooded with sheer lust and utter satisfaction. Her pink, full lips pulled into a shy smile and a beautiful blush spread across her pale cheeks. He saw his hand reach up and lightly caress her silken skin, sending shivers through her body and his. She batted her thick lashes at him, sending heat to radiate through him like a horrible, raging fire, threatening to engulf them both. She rose up over him, the heat that had been radiating between their bodies momentarily cooling. He shuttered as her long hair twirling in his face and tickling his nose, sending her intoxicating scent to capture his heightened senses. He could taste her in the back of his throat. Envy sent a low purr through his chest. He was so content. So unbelievably happy...
Envy felt himself jolt, and his eyes slowly opened to the same red light he had been seeing for god knew how long. As his vision cleared, he tried with all of his might to suck in a small breath, but it was still very hard for him to breath. He gritted his teeth slightly, and his body shook from both pain and resistance. He tried with all of his might to stand.
But the pitch sockets of his own skull that stared at him from across the room with amusement told him his efforts were in deed pointless.
Which he, unfortunately, agreed.
Well, how are you going to get out of this one? Mr. Sensitive?
Envy groaned and let his body go limp.
He decided that maybe he should just give up.
What did he have to live for anyway?
He managed to let out a dark little laugh, merely a sound in the back of his throat.
This is always how he picture to go...Lying down somewhere dark and forgotten...And letting himself fade away. At least it had seemed good at the time. But the prospect of him lying down there...He looked around himself for a second.
Where is here anyway?
The ground was freezing, which told him he must have been in the lower regions of the mansion, since Lab 5 ( which had been the original place to put unwanted humunculie) was no longer standing, he figured Dante had created this...Just in case. Envy ground his sharp teeth, a low growl in the back of his throat filling the eerie silence of the room. He couldn't speak. He figured he was lucky he could even slightly move. When he had imprisoned Greed all those years ago, the poor bastard was frozen, unable to move, speak, or even blink. Envy felt slightly sorry for imprisoning him, but decided this was karma coming back to bite him in the ass. If he could, he would have let out a laugh.
Are you watching me Greed? Are you laughing from hell? He thought bitterly as he tried to squirm. Envy gave up, seeing how it was indeed pointless.
As if to answer his dark question, the door behind him opened.
His eyes darted around, trying to see who it could be. But he still couldn't move, and as the foots steps approached him, at a very slow pace, he willed himself to calm down. If it was Dante, he didn't want her to know he was panicking.
" So, this is what's become of our Envy, is it?"
If Envy could, he would have made a sound of disgust and rolled his eyes.
The last thing he needed right now was the smart ass Pride to come in and be all high and mighty, stating how much he had failed as a humunculie and blah blah blah...Envy couldn't stand him! Needless to say, he didn't feel any kinship toward the aging "Ultimate Eye". Envy hated those damned labels that Dante had given certain humunculie. Greed had always called himself the " Ultimate Shield" or whatever. He also found it a bit annoying that someone so young would constantly nag at him and tell him what to do. Lust and Sloth where always grating on his shortening nerves, but Pride somehow managed to get under his skin by just being around.
" Yes...Sadly, he has been neglecting his deeds as a humunculie."
Envy heart began spasm as Dante's voice sent fire through his veins. He wanted so badly to kill her. His hands lay limply at his sides, but his slender fingers managed to twitch slightly.
Yes, of coarse she wouldn't tell the truth. Or coarse she would tell her beloved Pride that the delicious stones she was feeding her where brainwashing him. Envy's lips twitched slightly, trying to form into a dark smile. He realized then that if he hadn't met Winry, and if he would have found out about her controlling them through the stones...He wouldn't have cared.
Funny how love does crazy stuff to you...
" We also seem to have another tragedy on our hands with our Lust." Pride said, interrupting his visions of his lost love.
Envy stilled.
Lust? What's happened to Lust?
" Oh? How so?" Dante asked nonchalantly as she trailed a sharp nail down Envy's spine.
Envy tried to ignore this, straining his ears to hear Pride.
" It seems as if her dreams to become human are clouding her judgment. She's interfering with the plan, helping a man of her human past, and the Elric's."
If Envy could, he would smile proudly.
That's my Lust.
Dante's nail stopped it's swirling motions on Envy's spine, and painfully broke the translucent skin on his back. Envy managed to grunt as the burning of wanting to kill her coarse through his boiling veins.
" Go Pride. Stop her..." Envy could almost feel the venom in her voice dripping on his back, but realized that was her deadly cold breath against his skin, ever so close to the spot where she had cut him, " And bring her hear so I can teach her a lesson."
Envy stiffened at both her words, and the feeling of her tongue slithering around his wound.
He hardly heard Pride exit, his foots steps sounding light years away to the now withering sin.
Dante moved up his body, the sickly smell of her rotting flesh sticking to the back of his throat, causing it to burn along with his sensitive nose. He tightly shut his eyes, so the smell wouldn't harm them. The cold witch made it to his ear, stirring the hair on the base of his neck, causing it to stand on end.
" Soon Envy, soon you'll want only me...Soon I will have a body that you just can't resist."
Envy's heart stilled in his chest. His blood momentarily ran cold, only to turn to a blazing lava throughout his veins. He struggled with all of his might to fight against his own damned weakness, but the skull from across the room seemed to laugh now, along with the cold woman pressing against him.
" That's right, soon you will be reunited with your true love..." She said in a sickly sweet tone.
Somehow, as if fighting all forces of nature and laws of alchemy, Envy's mouth opened the slightest, and his vocals freed themselves of the invisible restraints the skull offered.
" Don't...You...Dare..." He snarled through his lips, sounding anything but human.
Dante stilled momentarily. He felt her coldness pull away from him for a moment, and he could feel her cold eyes on him. " How is it that you can speak?" She almost murmured to herself angrily.
He guessed it was a one time only ordeal, because as soon as he murmured the last word to his threat, his vocal closed up more than before. His lips where pressed together tightly, and he was now very conscious of a warm sensation coming from his stomach.
He then realized that she had stabbed him.
Envy wanted to laugh.
It was all just too horribly funny.
But Dante was doing it for him.
Her horrible laughter filled the room, creating the essence of winter and chilling the air.
" Were you over come with so much love, that you fought all odds to speak? Commanding me to not lay a finger on your precious angel?" She laughed again, but it stopped abruptly, and she twisted the knife.
" Your mine. Not hers." She hissed.
Envy grunted from the pain, something he wasn't accustomed to. He guessed that because he hadn't had any stones in such a long time, and because of his current, frozen state, he wouldn't be able to heal.
Perfect.
Because if Dante wasn't lying about her intentions, and she really was planning on taking Winry 's body...Envy didn't see the point in living.
He smiled as blood poured from his snow white lips.
Closing his amethyst eyes he met Winry's. Their glorious blue causing his heart to sputter.
" Why are you smiling?" Dante demanded, intruding his dreams in that damned annoying way everyone he knew did.
His vocal's seemed to loosed again, and he was allowed to let out a dark laugh, which resembled a bark of sorts. He sprayed blood on the floor, and as he watched it pool before him, he uttered the last sentence he would speak through his lips, " Because...I...A monster...Has known love...And you, a human...Never will."
He thought he felt her twist the knife even deeper, but he couldn't feel anymore.
All Envy could feel now was Winry's soft hands, moving over his chest as they had in the past. He watched her lips as they moved, speaking to him softly. He strained to hear her words.
" Do you love me, Envy?" She asked timidly, looking up with her large eyes.
He smiled softly, and reached up to run his finger tips over her cheeks, jaw, and lips. A rose colored blush crept across her face like watercolor, and he could feel the warmth of her blood through the frail human skin he loved so much. He leaned up, bringing his lips to hers, he could almost taste her. He restrained himself, and looked into her half lidded eyes. She stared at him, her eyes penetrating the barriers he had allowed no one else to cross. Only her. Only his Winry.
As if to answer her question, he broke the distance between them, sealing his lips to hers almost painfully.
He delighted in her taste, and as he enjoyed her, Envy made a vow.
Till I die. And even after that.
In the distance, past Winry's mewls and soft gasps, he could hear a witch cackling.
" We'll see about that..."
Winry watched as Marta continued to stuff her face. She decided one thing about the snake chimera in their short time together that day. She was definitely not lady-like. And she surely did posses the prowess and intimidating ferocity of Winry's old femme fetal heroine, Lust, but she didn't have the grace and elegance of the humunculie beauty.
Marta let out a burp, and slurped some dribbling stew off of her chin.
Winry wrinkled her nose in disgust.
So, table manners are a no...
Winry huffed and sat back in her chair, this going unnoticed by both her grandmother and their new house guest. She looked up at the clock, and nervously began fiddling with her bracelet, a new found nervous tick of hers.
They've been gone for two days...I hope they're alright.
After the Elric's had left, she had felt a sense of distress. Like someone important to her was in danger. It felt almost like the ache whenever she thought of Envy. She would sometimes find herself clutching at her chest. Even when Edward called her at the station when they had arrived, like he promised ( Which really shocked her), she felt a sense of unease. She blamed it on her nerves of constantly waiting for them...But couldn't misplace the other conclusion she had thought up amongst her worry.
What if Envy was in trouble?
She shook her head hard, trying to fling the idea out of her ears.
No! Bad! Bad Winry! You stupid, love sick gearhead!
" Um, you alright?"
She looked up from her hands, which where balled in front of her and trembling, to see Marta with all of the food she had consumed shoved to one side of her mouth and partially on her thick lips. One of her eyebrows was raised and if Winry hadn't been so distressed and disgusted, she would have laughed. When she didn't answer right away, the snake frowned, and somehow managed to swallow all of the food she had on her plate. Winry wondered for a moment how could she do this, then with fascination realized that snakes could swallow things that where a lot bigger in size and quantity. It was gross, and interesting...
The snaked licked her lips with a long tongue, and Winry shivered. She decided she would never eat with Marta ever, ever again.
Marta cleared her throat nervously and Winry stammered her answer, " Oh, y-yes I'm fine! Fine!" She said a bit too enthusiastically for her own liking.
Marta didn't seem to buy it, but a dark looked spread across her sharp features, making Winry slightly nervous. " Just thinking about your Fullmetal?"
Winry blushed.
Actually, I was thinking about just the opposite...
Winry was about to answer, when there was a knock on the door. She jumped up, calling happily, " I'll get it!" She bounded to the door and flung the large door open, only to stare with saucer sized eyes at who was behind it.
Rubbing his head nervously and smiling, was the creepy blond man from the train station.
Before he could say a word, the door was slammed in his face. Winry blinked in surprise, looking up to see Marta ( who was taller than her) giving a deadly stare to the door she had slammed with her combated foot. Winry frowned at the hissing woman and placed her hands on her hips.
" That was mean!" She scolded.
Even though she was slightly happy, because the man was in fact, very creepy.
But she felt sorry for the poor guy. Maybe he really had mistaken her for someone else...What was that name he had called her again? She could hardly remember. And his appearance...She still felt as if she knew him somehow. Maybe they had met before and she simply couldn't remember.
Marta kept her attention on the door, and didn't answer her. Her snake-like eyes focused and intent on slicing whoever tried to harm Winry. Winry got goose bumps at her ferocity and fear.
" What's all this noise?" Granny Pinako grumbled from down the hall as she made her way to the living room. Pipe in hand, she walked past the menacing Marta as if she wasn't there and reached for the door handle.
" Old lady, wait it's not sa-" Marta began, but stopped once the door was opened.
Granny gasped in surprise and took a few shaking steps back, looking up at the man, who allowed himself in. Winry, on the other hand, was grabbed by the waist by a slithering arm that wrapped around her like a tree and hauled to the other side of the room. She resisted the urge to shriek, trying to tell herself that Marta was just trying to help her out and protect her. Even if the "danger' was just some poor, confused man.
" You came back!" Pinako said in amazement at the tall figure.
Winry's eyebrows pulled together. She had never seen this man before, but Granny knew him?
" Sorry Pinako...I seem to be having some trouble finding my old house." His deep voice said.
This only confused Winry even more.
What where they talking about!
" I suppose you realize a lot had changed since you left." The old woman said, back to her old self, staring up at the tall figure.
Winry tugged free of Marta's grasp, which was now harmless, and marched up to stand beside her grandmother. The man's golden eyes where reflected behind his glasses as he looked down, his expression calm and friendly.
" Hey Grandma, you know who this man is?" Winry asked curiously, still wracking her brain for who he possibly was.
Pinako looked up at her and smiled, then turned her attention back to the man, saying, " You where young, I'm not surprised you don't remember him."
Winry's heart skipped a beat.
I knew I knew him!
But confusion flooded over her triumph. If she knew him, then how would that explain her being too young to remember?
" Say hello to Ed and Al's father, Winry." Granny said.
Winry gasped, her lips parting and eyes widening.
This was there father?
Yes! Yes, she could see the resemblance now!
The hair, the eyes, the skin...It was all Edward. The only thing he and Trisha had in common was the shape of their faces! And the height was much different...Winry remembered then. It was his height she had always remembered. And his smile...His kind smile.
He looked up to meet her eyes, the reflection leaving. He smiled, and she was taken back. It was exactly like Edward's and...Envy's...Her heart ached and she tried to focus on the man, no, Edward's father. He smiled and scratched his head nervously.
" Winry! Yes of coarse that's your name! Sorry about the whole mix up, it's just been so long I guess I got confused." he blabbered apologetically.
Winry found herself to be speechless.
Why does this man, Edward, and envy all smile...The same?
Edward narrowed his eyes at the scene bellow. He watched and as Scar shattered a nearby piece of rubble with his hand, and how the people applauded at this destruction. Edward's eyes flickered to Rose, who stood by peacefully, not uttering a word. Her beautiful face staring out at the people who cheered for violence when they where told to be peaceful.
" Real classy Scar. Using a bereaved, mute woman as your mouth piece." Edward muttered.
" She's not just any woman! She's our divine holy mother!" A young guard defended.
Edward didn't move his stare from her. He could hardly see her face from behind her hood, but could just make out the faint pink bangs, her odd trait that he always remembered about her. Her purple gaze was kindly spreading on her angered worshipers.
Who would have thought Rose would end up like this?
" She's given us all the courage to stand on our own! Without the help of a corrupt military or false prophet's like Lito!" The second added.
The alchemist bristled and his short temper and facade of calm washed away.
" Listen, as long as your take'n orders from somebody else then noth'in will ever change!"
The fist guard to speak flinched, taking a step forward with his rifle in hand. " What-"
He was interrupted by Lyra, who calmly held a hand to silence him. She shook her head, and the two guards easily stilled. Edward narrowed his eyes, but turned his attention back to the opened window, staring at the setting sun with a scowl. He heard the two leave, and the sound of their footsteps, ending with the door shutting.
" You must understand Ed, not everyone can be as strong as you." Lyra's cool voice said as she made her way over to the window slowly.
I wasn't expecting anyone to be. He wanted to snap, but refrained from letting his temper get the best of him again. It was no use trying to get through to anyone at that point. Especially Lyra, with her crazed devotion to a murderer.
Edward let out a impatient sigh and looked up at her. She was turning her slanted eyes out the window, her face emotionless and pale. Edward turned away from her, and as he did, his nose was engulfed by a familiarly disgusting scent.
It was the same smell his bastard of a father always had clinging to him. One of his earliest memories was that sickly sweet smell...He hated it. He felt like he was going to be sick.
" Are you wearing perfume, Lyra?" He asked suddenly, looking up at her.
She started, but then looked down at him with a strange smile and twinkle to her cold eyes.
" Ya, bathing is a rare luxury here."
Edward sighed and looked out the window.
" Ya, well the smells making me nauseous."
He heard Lyra stiffen beside him, but he could hardly care if he hurt her feelings. The smell was, indeed, horrible. If she didn't want her feelings hurt, then she should have worn it.
He was momentarily glad Winry didn't fuss with her looks like most girls. Girls like Lyra.
His heart quickened on the thought and he tried to focus on the setting sun. Luckily, the sickly smelling girl interrupted his heated thoughts, " What do you intend to do about Scar?"
" Something...I sure as hell can't let him go through with this."
There where a few seconds of silence before Lyra spoke.
" I agree. Despite Scars best intentions, there will be civilian casualties. And if he fails to transmute the soldiers into the stone..."
Edward looked up at her, his mouth slightly open.
There was something about her...Something that didn't feel right. Hadn't she been on Scar's side? And her eyes...They weren't how he remembered them.
"...Well that's a risk we can't take." She finished, her voice a bit colder.
" I don't understand. I thought you where one of Scar's biggest fans?" he added that last bit with sarcasm as he stared at the pale girl.
She smiled coldly and met his eyes.
" My only true allegiance is to the people of Lior."
He stared into her eyes for a moment, then looked out the window.
" Lyra. I need your help. I have to send a letter..."
He heard her gasp slightly and knew her slanted eyes where widening.
He fixed his determined gaze on the city bellow, and the woman in white.
" Pride, I don't understand this decision."
Needless to say, she was a bit pissed.
Lust stared at Fuhrer Bradly's- Pride's - form in the window. He gave off an air of confidence that every wretched man did, making her lip curl in utter disgust, wanting nothing more than to sink her claws into him...But she couldn't.
She still believed Envy's words. But she had to test it. Had to see if the Philosophers Stone was capable of turning her human or not. Even if she could managed humanity without it..She could still live forever. And to her that wasn't being human at all. Lust thought that maybe if she was human, than the memories she had would turn out to be her own...And them constantly nagging in the back of her mind would finally cease. She yearned for it...And after meeting that man...
Lust had to know.
The memories where almost too much for her to handle anymore.
" Fortunately that's not your department." He said, his voice calm, but with a hint of belittling she didn't miss.
She understood now why Envy didn't care much for the aging sin. He was more of an ass than the green haired teen, who was the biggest prick she had ever met.
"Scar is counting on you to send him those troops. He has got to have those lives in order to transmute the Philosophers Stone," She said in slight desperation, but her voice then turned acidic, " Yet you seem hell bent on fouling it up."
Isn't this what their "master" wanted? Not like Lust was going to give it to her...
Pride didn't move, only continued to stare out at the tanks which where passing through. Her patience was wearing thin, and she suddenly felt tired. She could feel hers eyes flickering between red and violet, and she used all of her energy to conceal her change. She knew that Dante had never noticed, but Pride surely would. Her lack of eating stones had made her vulnerable. But no one knew of this. Only Envy, Gluttony, Sloth and Wrath. They could be trusted. Pride on the other hand...He was different. He was their "masters" golden boy...Her prized possession. An aging humunculie.
" Take it up with the boss." he said in a sharp tone.
She could feel Gluttony shudder beside her, and she couldn't help but gasp herself.
So, Dante was commanding this? She should have known.
" I'm not sure what our Master's intentions are but I know these orders are absolute." He added.
Gluttony looked back at her, his glowing eyes wide with fear, " Uh-oh." he said nervously.
She narrowed her eyes at him, " Well that's just not good enough. If Scar wants to create the Philosophers Stone I'm going to help him." She dared to say, even to Pride.
She didn't care. She would get the Stone. She would become human. She would prove Envy wrong.
Lust made her hands into fists.
I have to.
It was quiet for another moment, and Pride turned his head slightly, his human teal eyes glaring into her. She wasn't sure why he and Sloth's eyes where different from the rest...something she was sure that had to do to the fact that their roles where to play humans, and the fact that they hardly ever ate any stones at all ( being another reason why she guessed Sloth had changed so much when they had held Winry captive). The reasons for her eyes shifting from red to amethyst still unnerved her...
" Don't you think your taking the infatuated school girl routine a bit too far?" he asked coldly.
Lust bristled, but kept her face, which she was sure looked pissed, as straight as she could.
" We're alive because of our Master. Don't forget that Lust." he added.
Her anger boiled even more. She wanted to roll her eyes in an all too Envy fashion.
" We aren't alive, hence the search for that damned stone." She ground out.
Lust couldn't take anymore of his damned voice. She stood slowly, trying to keep her calm.
" I guess I'll have to take care of this myself. Thanks for nothing." She said bitterly, never taking her eyes off Pride, she turned to leave, but not before mumbling , " Traitor." Under her breath.
She walked across the small room of the hotel, and stopped, noticing that Gluttony's large form was not following her blindly. She was accustomed tot he large man going every where with her, like a pet of sorts. She looked back, to see him staring at her with worry filled eyes.
" Are you coming, Gluttony?"
He frowned, beads of sweat dripping from his face. " Want to, but I'm afraid." He looked down.
She let out an angry, impatient sigh and turned sharply on her heals, opening the door and nearly flinging herself through the threshold.
Now, first things first, find the man.
Lust made her way down the narrow hall, knowing she didn't have enough time to doddle. She made it out of the hotel in record time, ignoring the shouts and slurs of some of the residence to stay inside, that there was an attack. She smiled bitterly at them and soon found herself in the streets, which where bustling with panic as chimera filled through the crumbling streets, chasing their pray. She made a face of disgust, and leapt onto a nearby roof. Scanning the dark horizon with her inhuman eyes she grew impatient almost instantly. The moon was so bright you could see clearly, and along with her night vision she had a perfect view. But still, Lust had no idea how to find the scarred man.
She was flooded again with memories. A man holding her, praying for her. A hill top, standing in his arms. His blood red eyes on hers, his smooth, tan skin beneath her fingers. And a boy. A boy who bared a strange resemblance to the man she knew as Scar...
Lust made a frustrated hiss, and was about to leap to the next crumbling roof top, when she heard and saw an explosion not far off.
" Kimblee..." She murmured to herself.
She hadn't known they where letting him loose that night. She didn't hesitate and began heading in the direction of the explosions. Wherever The crimson alchemist was, the crimson eyed man was bound to be there.
Lust soon found herself looking down on the crazed man as he ranted to himself. She was sure that Scar would show up here...He had to. This was the man that had killed his brother after all...
The chimera that where surrounding Kimblee perked up, and Lust watched as they ran to their next target, only to have a bright light shine upon them and their insides to be scattered in disgusting chunks of bones and mess around the streets. She smiled darkly.
" There's my boy." Lust purred to herself.
She watched as he walked through the shed blood of a chimera, his face determined and his eyes intent. Never before had she seen a human with so much ferocity. It rivaled her own, and soon she found herself pressing into the roofs edge, trying to get a better look and straining to hear him.
" So it is you..."
He paused and Lust felt her heart leap from her chest. She scowled at herself. She had no idea why she was acting this way...But his voice...it had sent chills up her spine and made her cheeks flush.
"...The crimson Alchemist."
She shivered again.
He had said the word with so much hate, so much ferocity that she even felt powerless against him. She shook her head, trying to focus, her soft curls flinging around herself.
Maybe that bastard Pride was right...maybe I am taking this role too far.
" Who the hell...?" Kimblee murmured, and she could almost see his predatory eyes widen. His mouth curled into a cruel smile, and she watched as his face changed in the dark light, catching in it's shadows. " Ah now I remember. That scar is defiantly my handiwork." his head cocked to the side.
" I thought I'd got your arm."
Lust scowled.
Pretentious prick.
"I swore an oath not to kill another state alchemist..." Scar began, crouching and pulling off his robe, flinging it into the air, " But I'll make one last exception!" And with this, he had flung himself at Kimblee.
Lust's eyes widened in dread.
If he died, then there would be no Philosopher's Stone, and no way she would know for sure if it could actually turn her into a human.
She also had a strange feeling in her chest.
A feeling that told her to protect this man.
She blamed it on those blasted memories that had been driving her insane for years, and that seemed to flare when she was in his presence...He spoke to her as if she was from his past. If he died she would never know about her old self...And she would never forgive herself for not protecting the one man who held her attention.
Kimblee raised his hand, and a large explosion went off where Scar had been running.
She nearly flung herself off the roof, intent on killing Kimblee herself, until she saw Scar emerge from the smoke to the right of the bomb slinging murderer. She saw Kimblee flinch and quickly try to block Scar, who came at him with a cry, his arm glowing red along with Kimblee's ring which had no doubt been given to him by Archer to amplify his alchemy.
He's fast.
She watched at Scar ran past him and crouched to the ground, holding his arm as if in pain, moaning slightly, then throwing his head back to cry out.
She desperately wanted to comfort him, but had to stop herself. She couldn't step in. She would only make things worse...And he he had that damned locket. No doubt he would try and use it on her again.
" Oh, now it makes sense. That's your brothers old arm isn't it?" Kimblee asked darkly. " How touching." he added sinisterly.
The shine to Scar's arm faded and he breathed heavily for a moment.
What is it? Lust demanded in her mind, What is it about this human that makes me feel so...
He opened his blood red eyes and didn't turn when he looked at Kimblee, his brother's murderer.
" Don't bother using those stones I'll just absorb their lives into my arm." he rose to his feet and turned to face his foe, raising his deceased brothers arm and curling his large fingers dangerously, " And then I'll use them, to create the Philosopher's Stone."
She felt her dead heart quicken and an unknown warmth to radiate throw her.
Lust wondered for a moment, if this was how Envy felt, when around Winry?
Edward watched as the people of Lior safely walked before him through the under ground tunnels. Scar had assigned - more like forced- him to make sure they where safe. He kept his gaze to the ground most of the time, only looking up with he could feel Rose's eyes on him.
He didn't know why...But his damned old feelings for the girl had crept up again. He hated himself. Here he had Winry waiting at home for him and he was blushing at a mute woman who had been raped!
The though of Winry made him heat up in places he never had before, and he couldn't fight them memories from the other night. He had no idea where Winry had learned to do any of those things...The only reason he had been able to pleasure her was because of the books he had once caught Havoc reading. But Winry...He had always thought she was just some gearhead mechanic. She had surely proved him wrong...Edward blushed even more at his own naive attempts to please her. Like that stupid bracelet he was sure she wasn't even wearing...He had tried so hard to make it just right. Like it was payment for her...Pleasuring him so much.
" Speaking of plans, Rose, what are we going to do once we escape?"
Lyra's voice interrupted his thoughts once again, but this time he wasn't as glad. He had been enjoying remembering the feel of Winry's-
" In the event that Scar isn't able to succeed." " He'll be just fine. You'll go into hiding." Edward said matter- of -factually. He wasn't sure what Lyra was trying to press her pessimistic outlook on everything...But he didn't like it. He also didn't like her freaking Rose out. He brought his gaze back up to her. " Enough worrying."
" I'm not worrying. I'm just trying to make sure that we keep moving forward with our struggle. I know we can't fight now, but we can do something...Perhaps we could alert the other cities, and we could tell them about Ishbal and Lior, we could start a coo."
Frankly, Edward was sick of her.
" Talk about a pipe dream. Even if you manage to get more people on board, there's no way you could defeat the states army."
Shouting from ahead and the strange sound of waves interrupted their argument.
Edward looked up with surprise as he saw a huge body of water move on it's own on the small bridge before them and swipe away a few straggling citizens. He then watched as the water actually rose up, taking a few of the people and suffocating them.
The people began to scream and run the other direction, and instantly Edward snapped into action, truing his attention to Lyra.
" Lyra, I want to you to take Rose and get out of here right away!" He said before he dashed off, making his way easily through the people who where running in a blind panic. He stopped a few feet away from the water, trying to figure out what to do to save the people drowning inside.
" I've been waiting for you..."
Edward stilled as a child's voice came from no where, and made a fist as he saw a new body float inside the body of water. The body spiraled and uncurled, revealing the body of a child wearing black shorts and a black cut off shirt. Unfortunately, he knew who it was.
"...Edward Elric." The child finished as he somehow stood in the bubble, his long hair trailing above him.
Abruptly, the water fell, bringing the child's hair down with it and into his down cast face.
" Well, well, well, it's teachers kid." Edward scowled.
Needless to say, the last time he and the kid met he had wanted to kill him.
He did have his arm and leg after all. The lunatic had also been intent on killing his teacher, Izumi. Edward couldn't stands for that.
The child looked up with his inhuman gaze, penetrating him with his violet eyes and cat-like pupils. Edward noticed he seemed different...
" It's Wrath." he said, and he crouched down and placed Edward's missing arm on a nearby chunk of rock. A blue light spread around him as he actually fused his arm to the stone and made a blade, much like Edward's, but larger. The angry child leapt forward, coming at full speed, screaming " Wrath!" At the top of his lungs as if it where a battle cry.
Edward tensed, raising his hands up to created his own sword, only to have a blade swipe through his raised hands. He shuddered and leapt back, avoiding the child's blows. Caught off guard, Wrath kicked him in the jaw, sending him backward to land on the cold, stone ground. Wrath wasted no time leaping forward, going for the kill with his jagged blade raised. Just in time, Edward rolled out of the way, doing a flip like a circus acrobat. Only to collide with a wall, in which Wrath trapped him, placing his small, pale hand on the side of Edward's face and, with a sickening smile full of razor sharp teeth Edward didn't remember him having before, the humunculie raised back his arm. His violet eyes widened with his glee. That's when Edward realized what was so different about the homunculus.
His pupils. They where no longer round and child-like. Now they where inhuman slits, like a cats.
Fuck. I'm going to die.
All Edward could see now was Winry, Al...And Rose.
Damn it! I can't!
As if to save him, a baby began to cry out of the cold silence.
Wrath's pupils dilated to small nearly invisible dots, and he began to quiver. Sweat rolled down Edward's face as he watched the boy's body shudder as the crying continued. He made a small gasp and his smile fell. Edward looked over, and his heart leapt into his throat when he saw Rose standing there, her baby crying in her arms, and a serene look on her lovely face as she came closer. Trying to help.
" Rose, you idiot, run!" Edward screamed, but she just stood there like the idiot he claimed her to be.
Wrath didn't move, and stared at Rose. His body shook and his face was filled with horror. His purple eyes where wide with what Edward understood as fear.
He was surprised when the boy stood slowly, his head down and body still shaking, face hidden by his long, unkempt hair.
" Make it stop..." Wrath ordered quietly, his body still. He looked up when the baby's cries seemed to grown louder. " NOW!" he cried as he launched himself at Rose.
" Not so fast!" Edward cried, clapping his hands together and placing them on the wall behind him. A giant pillar fell down on the sprinting humunculie, but he knew it wouldn't hold him for long. He watched as Rose stepped back with slight fear, her mouth opening in a silent gasp.
" Rose, Get out!" he ordered as he slowly rose, balancing himself on the wall, " Scar was just using you, you don't have to die for him, please go!" he pleased hastily.
She kept her eyes on him and he felt his need to protect her spike.
" GO!" He bellowed, his voice breaking from the strain.
She jumped slightly and turned, her baby still crying as he watched her vanish down the tunnel.
He smiled in slight relief, but it vanished when he heard Wrath's grunts.
Edward clapped his hands together, creating his favorite spear and pulling it from thew wall as Wrath rose to his feet. His head hunched over. Edward brought the staff before him, the blade pointing at the boy, who had turned to face him.
" I know what the weakness is for you humunculie. Greed told me," He couldn't help but notice wrath's lips part and head rise slightly as Edward shuffled to the side slowly, " you loose strength if you get close to a certain persons remains . The one who was supposed to be brought back in the transmutation that created you." Edward felt powerful having this knowledge. He could kill them. The damned demons weren't as bad ass as they let on...He still remembered seeing Greed die...
A toothy grin spread on Wrath's face.
" It makes you realize that your fake, and that's why it hurts when your up against the real thing." He finished, staring confidently at the now smiling boy. Edward narrowed his eyes.
What's the little lunatic grinning for?
It was silent for a moment before Wrath continued, closing his eyes thoughtfully and smirked to the ground, pulling Edward into a deeper stupor.
" Those rules don't exactly apply to me," he opened his eyes and looked fervidly back up at Edward, " I was transmuted using my own human body as material..."
Edward narrowed his eyes and grunted.
He hadn't known that.
Dammit Teacher.
" So you see, I don't have an actual body now...But if I had to choose one..." Wrath looked up at Edward with crazed amethyst eyes, the slits almost too narrow to see, " It'd be yours!"
Winry stood on her balcony, flickering the light she usually used to call Ed and Al home with on and off absentmindedly. Sighing, she leaned back in her chair. She stared up at the stars and let out a loud groan.
Please let them be alright...All of them.
She still couldn't shake the nasty feeling that everyone who was important to her was somehow in danger. Somehow, despite her attempts of drowning him out, she still worried about Envy. She wondered if he and the rest of his immortal family where doing alright. Winry constantly found herself wondering about little Wrath, and if anyone was playing with him. She would stare at the apron and would wonder if Sloth was, at that moment, baking something delicious. Was anyone sneaking bits of food to Gluttony? Was Lust finally feeling better?
But most of all, she had this horrible feeling that something was happening. Something horrible...And to Envy. The same exact man who had thrown her out of a window and chased Wrath through a forest as he carried her to safety. The same man who had called her a disgusting human...And the same sin who had called her beautiful.
Despite all of her attempts to kill his memory...To love Edward...
She still loved him.
And Winry now realized that was a part of her that would never change, along with her feelings for her childhood sweet heart. Who was now, strangely, attracted to her. Winry knew she would never stop loving her old capture that had not only stolen her from her protectors- The Elric brothers- but had also stolen half her heart. And that half felt like it was bleeding.
She shook her head again. Hating herself for feeling that way.
" You, stupid, stupid gearhead!" she cried and pulled onto her hair.
" Gearhead?"
Winry jumped at the distant sound of Mr. Elric's voice. She blushed and looked around, but realized he was below her, on the porch. She leaned over the railing, pale golden bangs falling into her eyes a bit. She was greeted by the sight of Mr. Elric, who was sitting at the table on the porch, also staring up at the stars.
" Oh, um, hi Mr. Elric!" She said nervously and scratched the back of her head.
Great. Now he probably thinks I'm crazy...
His eyes noticed the bracelet she was wearing, a grin spread on his lips.
" So, you and Ed are together." He said more than asked. As if he knew right away.
She blushed madly. " S-sort of...But how did you...?"
This is so embarrassing!
" My sons handiwork alright. No doubt about that." He smiled, his golden eyes closing. " Ed's lucky. To have a pretty girl like you. It's strange, how much you look like your mother."
Winry felt her blush go down as she was reminded of her mother. She hardly remembered Sarah Rockbell, and to hear that she looked like her...Was comforting. Now every time she would glance at the mirror...She would feel a bit closer to her.
" Thank you." She didn't know why she said it, but she couldn't help it.
Mr. Elric made her feel better. She smiled down at him and he smiled back.
Whenever he smiled she couldn't help but feel as if she'd seen him somewhere...It was gnawing at the back of her mind and driving her insane. She wanted to blame it on having known him during her childhood...But that wasn't it.
She closed her eyes.
Winry's entire body froze with realization.
When she closed her eyes she had seen it.
What she had seen when she had passed out from the snake chimera's poison.
Her parents waving to her in that tunnel...And that boy. He had been waving as well.
The boy looked almost identical to Edward's dad...But she knew it wasn't him.
Winry opened her eyes, her body shook as she stared down at the still smiling man.
Who is that boy?
" Something the matter?" He asked, obviously noticing her confused stare.
She took a deep breath. " N-no, it's just...You remind me of someone." She said slowly, not wanting to sound weird.
He frowned a bit, then a smile crossed his face again. " Oh, I guess I do look a bit like Edward."
She blushed and then held up her hands, " Well, yes, but...But that's not what I-"
Oh no, now he's going to think I'm some boy obsessed mechanic who can't keep her mind out of the gutter!
But he really wasn't listening. He got this far away look in his golden eyes. Winry watched him for a moment. He looked so full of wisdom. So knowledgeable. The wind picked up and sent a slight breeze over them as they stood there, her staring at him as he looked away, seeing something unseen. The air brought his smell to her nose, and she couldn't help but wrinkle her nose a bit.
She had smelt something to it similar before as well...
But where?
" I know what true love feels like." He said softly, almost to himself, interrupting her thoughts.
She then noticed where he was looking.
In the direction of his old home, which was a large pile of charred wood.
Winry then felt a pang of sadness for the man.
To come home and then find his home to be destroyed, and his wife dead? Wow, and I thought I had it bad. This guy really has no idea what's been going on, does he?
She watched as he looked down at his hands, his glasses reflecting and his eyes becoming unreadable. She wished she could do something, anything...
Her eyes lit up.
Winry went back into her room, tripping over screws and a few other items. She came crashing to the ground with a loud thud, and Den, who had been sound asleep, raised his head. " I'm okay..." She groaned as she rose, rubbing the back of her head and sweat dropping. Den stared at her for a second then sighed, laying his head back on his paws and returning to sleep, ignoring his clumsy master. Winry, ignoring the way her dog had looked at her, stood quickly and continued her mission, making her way through the mess of her room to the wall she had of pictures. She tore the picture she had been seeking from the cork board with a almost crazed grin, then bounded down the hall, not really trying to be quiet because both Marta and Granny slept like rocks. Seriously. She could hear their loud snores while she used her 18-volt drill on a five inch piece of automail. After she had passed by Marta on the couch, only to find the snake woman to be actually coiled within herself, she couldn't help but giggle slightly. Winry was a very accepting person, as proved with the humunculie, and had already grown accustomed to Marta's unladylike, snake tendencies. She actually found them kind of quirky.
Once she was out of the house and next to the man, she held out the photograph to him, blushing slightly. She had never been good at giving gifts..And she saw this as basically the same thing.
" What's this?" he asked, taking the photo from her outstretched hands slowly.
She didn't need to answer.
Once his eyes fell on the picture he couldn't take his eyes off it, and a slow smile crept onto his face. She smiled at this, and suddenly triumphant warmth spread through her, and her body buzzed from helping another gain happiness. She decided that she liked Edward's father. He was kind, gentle, and the complete opposite of his eldest son. She decided Alphonse took after him. He was easier to talk to, and seemed to be more gentle. Not that she thought Edward wasn't gentle...it was just that Hohenhiem ( Which was his first name, but she thought it was rude to call him by it directly) held the same light as Alphonse. He was peaceful and tranquil. Whereas Edward...Was anything but tranquil.
" Thank you." he smiled, tearing his eyes from the photograph of his wife and two sons.
It had been taken a little bit before she had gotten sick, and Winry guessed that he hadn't seen his sons or wife since he had left. She didn't know if he had a photograph or not, but she thought it would be best if she saw Edward and Alphonse when they where a little older.
She blushed and shrugged her shoulders.
" No problem Mr. Elric." She bowed slightly.
He broke out into a laugh, and she frowned.
" You are way too good for any of my sons."
Winry blushed again and grimaced. " Why's that?" She asked, placing her hands on her hips.
He stopped his laughter and looked at her almost in a dream-like state.
" Because, your just like Trisha. And I never deserved a woman like her."
She cocked her head to the side and frowned.
The sadness in the mans eyes was clear and true, and she couldn't help but wonder what made him think that way. Then he smiled, his eyes full of that sadness and his face soft.
Her heartbeat sputtered out of control.
A sense of recollection washed over her along with a cold sense of dread.
Because she knew that smile.
It was his smile.
Envy's smile.
She felt herself go cold. A part of her was trying to tell her something, was screaming at her. Trying to get something through her thick gearhead. But all she could see now was Envy, staring up at her from the bed as she brushed out her hair. She was talking on and on about something stupid, and he listened quietly. Smiling up at her with that exact same smile, watching her with his lovely eyes.
She crumpled, not able to take it. Not able to hold back the heart ache.
Winry didn't feel much.
She hardly felt Mr. Elric's hands on her shoulders, shaking her softly. She guessed she must have surprised him a little, by just falling to the ground...But her legs had completely went weak and she could no longer feel them at all.
Winry hardly even heard him calling her name. She was being submerged into the darkness she had met with the snake chimera, but this time without the help of his venom.
She did, however, feel Edward's bracelet. It was heavy. And burning her skin. Reminding her that she belonged to someone else while her entire heart screamed for a different man entirely.
Oh Edward, She thought through her sobs and memories, which where too strong for her to handle. I'm so sorry.
" Do you really think it wise to be chasing me around like this when the military could step in at any moment now Scar?"
Lust was having trouble keeping up with the blasted men, and had to admit that with the lack of the stones her speed was slowly deteriorating. That and the fact that she was wearing heals.
But she pushed herself, following the quarreling enemies as they demolished the already fallen city with their constant explosions. Lust stopped, keeping her balance on a broken stone, the wind picking up and swaying her knee length, tousled hair. The two men where standing off and staring at each other once again. Her body tensed for action. Scar was determined on avenging his brother, and Kimblee was ready to defend himself. She knew only one would come out alive...
" Oh, I think I'll chance it to avenge my brother, Kimblee." Scar said, standing and facing his foe once again. She wanted to pummel that stupid man.
Why was he doing this? He could get himself killed and risk not making the stone! All for revenge.
Lust bared her teeth. Just what was he trying to achieve?
Why did humans feel the need to kill one that had killed another...?
" Your risking your own life for something as pointless as revenge?" Kimblee taunted, saying almost exactly what had been on Lust's mind. For once, she agreed with the mad man. It was pointless.
" And what is it that your killing for?" Scar called out.
She had to admit, the question had been bugging her as well.
" Nothing." Kimblee stated.
Her perfectly sculpted brows pulled together.
Nothing?
" Nothing?" Scar echoed. She could see the anger seething out of him. " You mean to say you slaughtered all these people for nothing?"
Kimblee only smiled darkly. " At the end of the day a human being is not much more than the components used to create a common bomb. If you think about it we're not that special. Not you. Not me. We're all empty." He paused, and closed his eyes. His smile turned into a lopsided grin. He opened his sharp golden eyes, and Lust was momentarily reminded of Envy. "We're all worthless."
She gasped slightly, her black lips parting.
That was exactly how Envy thought...Had though before he met Winry.
She slightly envied him for that. She wished she could find someone to love. Someone to fully make her human. And here Envy had been blessed with that, when he hadn't even wanted it in the beginning. But maybe...he needed it more than her. It was him who had given them all strength to slightly rise against their "master" by not eating the stones. Maybe Winry had been sent to them for a reason...A chance of fate...
" I might be empty,"
Lust gasped, hearing Alphonse Elric's voice form nowhere, her thoughts halting abruptly. She looked around, trying to find the large armored child. What's Alphonse doing here? She thought frantically, her ever shifting eyes searching the battle field Scar and Kimblee had created.
Lust watched as light shone from beneath Kimblee suddenly, lighting up a large transmutation circle. She recognized it as the younger Elric's trademark. A giant arm was then transmuted from the ground below, taking the form of Kimblee squirming up with it, capturing the bomber in it's alchemical grasp. And almost as suddenly, Alphonse Elric came from under the ground, rubble sliding off his armor and clanking to the ground.
" But not worthless!" He said as he looked up at Kimblee, who was faintly smiling. Lust glared at the sadistic man. She hated pigs like him. They where the kind of men that always thought they where great in bed, and thought woman should be throwing themselves at them. " Cut me some slack Al, I'm just a state alchemist trying to do his job. Just liker your brother." he said desperately, grunting slightly at the pressure of the hand.
Lust narrowed her eyes at the mad bomber
" Your just a murderer!" The child voice said to the man, then turned his attention to the other, who was keeping quiet, " And you've got to stop this. It won't solve anything!"
" Stay out of it Al! You don't understand." Scar commanded.
She couldn't help the way her insides twisted at his commanding tone. His strength.
" What will you accomplish, by shedding more blood?" Alphonse asked darkly.
Lust felt her stomach lurch again. Another human feeling washed over her and she grit her teeth at the impact.
Guilt.
She was feeling guilt, once again.
" Please," Alphonse Elric said in a softer tone, interrupting her turmoil, " Just walk away."
It felt as if he was talking to her.
But I can't dammit, I have to know! I have to become human!
She gripped the side of her head as memories assaulted her once more.
Hands over her waist, pulling her into a kiss. She liked this kiss. It was with the man she loved. He whispered a stranger name in her ears and cooed to her. She felt her body tingle...
A loud explosion disrupted her stream of memories, and she turned her now crimson gaze to Kimblee as he managed to destroy Alphonse's restraints. His lithe form jumped down through the smoke and came behind Al, grabbing onto his waist and using him as almost a shield as he ran to Scar. The Crimson alchemist then pushed the giant boy onto the man, who was momentarily confused.
Lust watched in horror as Solf Kimblee took Scar's untainted arm and locked eyes with the man as a white light shone from the bombers hand as the Ishbalan cried out in pain.
Lust felt as if her frozen heart had fallen in her chest. Her snow cold skin heated and she felt her fingers extend on their own as that bastard Kimblee began to laugh manically as he ruined her only chance at becoming human.
I am going to tear that man apart!
" Well, how do you like that? Looks like I've managed to get rid of both your arms old boy."
Her eyes widened as she paid closer attention to Scar's now black arm.
" Oh no...That's-" she began, but the Crimson Alchemists rant continued, intercepting her, " Do you smell that? Smells like defeat. Any minute now your arm will begin to absorb the oxygen from the air, and then, KABLOOIE!"
Lust made an involuntary step forward, but stopped as Scar reached his cursed arm to his now useless shoulder. Her red eyes widened as his smiled with triumph and pain. She heard Kimblee gasp along with herself as a red light shone from under his palm. A sickening sound went through the air and she felt her body grow cold. Scar cried out slightly, then stared at Kimblee as his blood gushed from the space his arm once hung limply like a faucet.
" You say humans have no impact, no meaning..."
His words hung in the air like a toxic fume, Kimblee stared at the bleeding man with a face full of confusion and horror. Lust put her hand to her mouth so she wouldn't cry out as a new hoard of emotions took over her.
Sorrow. Terror. Regret.
"So tell me..." The scared man said, staring up into his foes now terrified eyes, " How much of an impact I make on you?"
With that said, the Crimson Alchemist turned around and tried to run, but Scar proved to be quick even through his pain. Lust found herself cheering for him slightly in her mind. He finally caught up with the mad bomber and made contact, blowing blood out through his chest. The crimson liquid sprayed from the Crimson Alchemist, and Lust couldn't help but smile at the irony and the victory. Kimblee fell to the ground, his body a tangle of flesh and defeat, sopping up his own blood on the crumbled ground of Lior.
Lust witnessed with wide eyes as Scar began to pant, and judging from how much he was bleeding, she knew he needed to stop moving around and put pressure to that wound.
But she knew he wouldn't.
Stubborn man.
He turned to go, as if he was fine, clutching at the spot where his arm had been. Alphonse stood, staring down at the Ishbalan. Because of his helmeted face, Lust had no idea what expression he held. The only way one could tell was from his voice, which shook as he called out the Ishbalan's nickname.
The man stopped, sweat beading from his face, showing his true agony.
" Go and find your brother." He ground out, his voice fierce and full of determination. " I must do what the two of you cannot." He finished, looked ahead. He began walking forward, tattooed arm painfully clutching his bloody shoulder. His steps shaking, but his blood read eyes full of power as he willed himself to move on with his sacrificial deed.
Lust couldn't help but smile.
You foolish, stubborn man.
Lust was about to turn, when her eyes caught the sight of Kimblee crawling on the ground, climbing up Alphonse's body and pulling something from the boys waist. Her mouth fell in shock when she recognized what it was, and what it was full of.
She wanted to call out. To tell Scar to run. But she bit her tongue until she tasted iron.
And just as she thought, Scar used his hand to try and destroy whatever it was Kimblee had flung at him, only to create a reaction of the hidden Philosophers Stones to leap into his arm, fusing with his russet skin. Scar bent down in pain, grunting and crying out as the glowing stones imbedded into him, his tattoo glowing as it ate new found power.
" What where those stones doing in Ed's watch?" Alphonse asked no one.
Lust scowled. She knew exactly why.
Archer...
Another chauvinistic pig she despised.
Her thoughts ceased as she watched Kimblee crawl up younger Elric's body.
Oh no!
" Really Al..." Kimblee sputtered, looking up with his fierce eyes at the stunned Elric, " You didn't expect me to play without a loaded deck, did you?"
Al gasped as Kimblee hugged his legs, murmuring to himself, " It's gonna be so magnificent Al. I can feel your make up... You'll make such a great bomb...Farewell, my friend..." And with that, Al let out a cry as a white light shone around his legs and body.
" No..No he's not going to..." Lust gasped as she took a few horrified steps back.
Al's cries grew worse as the light surrounded him, going up to the sky like lightning.
Edward looked back, hearing footsteps approaching from behind him.
A woman...He recognized her as the fuhrer secretary...Douglas?
" Hey...What are you do'n here...?" he asked, completely confused at the woman's presence.
As she stepped into the light, he was aloud to see more of the features she usually concealed by tilting her head down. Her pale skin was in contrast to her brown hair, which hung slightly in her face. She was beautiful, and he felt himself grow eerily cold when she tilted her head to side and closed her dark blue eyes, pulling her dark lips into a smile that was oh so familiar...
" Hello...Edward."
That voice.
Her voice.
His body broke pout into a sweat and his eyes went wide. He gasped.
"My son...Why didn't you bring me back to life?" She pouted, eyes opening and staring at him. Judging. Suddenly, her body turned into water, leaving her clothing to suspend in midair while water twisted and formed in and out of the shape she had once been.
Edward's eyes went blank as horrifying memories rushed back to him. Memories he had tried to grind away into nothing. Memories from that night...That horrible night that had changed everything...
That thing. The darkness. Mist pulling away. The air was dense and the sound...it was coughing. Trying desperately to breath. He heard it...A heart beat. An sputtering. A crying...Glowing red eyes. An organ beating bloodily in the distance with the sputtering choking of the creature grew louder, as if it was trying to...To speak. It's head...Upside down..Fangs twisted...Human..Inhuman...
"Mom?"
" AHHHHHH!"
He couldn't move. Couldn't stop looking at the thing before him. His jaws clenched together tightly. His eyes wide and body shaking. He dropped to the ground, staring. His mind blank, going back into the shock that always came after the memory.
Edward didn't feel anything. Didn't hear anything. Couldn't do anything.
Just saw that horrifying body...in that darkness...Heard that sound...Gasping for a life he failed to create while using those twisted lungs...
" Give me the body I deserve..." He thought he heard someone say.
A battle cry.
A baby...
"Stop it..." A voice quivered. " Shut up. Shut that thing up. Shut up...Shut up..." The voice grew fiercer and fiercer the more it moved away.
But he couldn't stop looking...Couldn't...Stop...
" Get..Up Ed...Get up.."
Rose?
He jolted, gasping.
" And move forward!" She rasped.
UGH I HATED WRITING THAT CHAPTER! Sorry to sound to negative, but seriously, I just want to move on from the whole battle of Lior scene. But it's not even finished yet! UGH...Basically this whole chapter is just snippets of two different battles. Thus, the title of the chapter. And of none of yall caught on to the new character couples ( there are two) then yall are dumber than I thought. AND HA! TAKE THAT COMMON SENSE! EDWARD WON'T BE LEFT ALL ALONE! if any of yall caught on to my hints, then, my dear little readers, you should know who he will end up with. Ya...I really can't hint anymore. Hopefully, to those idiots out there, you will scroll up and re-read my boring ass chapter to try and see who I'm talking about. Once again, sorry this stupid chapter was so boring! But, i swear, IT SHALL GET BETTER! and no, Envy is not dead.