Dear Readers,
Okay, so heres the new chapter! I've had a really hard time writing this, becasue this is one of the chapters where I had to watch the episode and then write down what they say. Recently, I haven't been able to watch video's online (because we have to pay for the amount of gigabytes we watch, and our bill ended up being really high because of me), THUS the lack of His Amethyst Eyes chapters. I just wanted everyone to know that I wasn't abandoning them. I just wasn't able to write this chapter until today. Anmd I wrote my other stories becasue I could. Anyways, this chapter is a blend oif episodes 45 and 46. Please, enjoy :) Oh, and please excuse any typos, I wrote this while fighting sleep shishishishishi.
-Ramona F.
p.s- I love you guys.
His Most Treasured Child
Wringing the towel with her gloved hands, Lust felt like she was made of stone. Her shoulders where heavy, and everything she did took time. But she had to push on. She had to get her back.
Her blood red eyes narrowed into deadly slits.
"Envy..."She hissed under her breath.
According to the Fullmetal Alchemist and his brother, Envy had stolen Winry from under their noses. She blamed her lack of stones for not having sensed him, and her duties and devotion to Scar.
But still, a part of her blamed herself.
She should have been there to stop him.
Lust sighed.
Even if she had, there was no way she could defeat Envy. And she was pretty sure he had been fed Philosophers Stones, thus his strange behavior. There was no way she could possibly win against the powerful being. Envy was the strongest out of them all. And he knew it.
That's why she was taking the Elric's on her quest to get Winry. She knew where they would be, so she had no choice but to lead the Elric's to the Humunculie and their master.
To settle this once and for all.
Her heart hammered in her chest.
She couldn't loose it now. She had to stay calm.
"You can't win."
Lust looked up from the rag, which she had been gripping rather tightly, to meet Scar's gaze. He was watching her with his sharp eyes, and the look on the mans face was telling her that he wasn't pleased with her decision.
"I know." She said.
He looked even more angered. "Then why go?"
"I have to." The woman explained, coming up to sit beside him and dabbing his face gently.
He said nothing, only stared at her face, trying to read her expression.
Their relationship changed once the Ishbalan had his operation.
No longer did he call her names, or shy away from her touch. And now, she felt like he needed her. She felt like she had to take care of him. Because he was her responsibility. She was the cause for all his sadness. All his sorrows.
The guilt Lust felt and the devotion was confusing to the humunculie, but still, she accepted it.
"Your not strong enough. You'll-"
"Why do you even care?" she asked quietly.
That shut him up, and he simply glared at her.
"I don't. I only think it's ridiculous for you to help them."
Lust shook her head.
"It's not about them."
She could feel Scars agitation as he fidgeted in his bed. She knew he hated sitting around, feeling useless. But there was nothing he could do. Winry had instructed him to stay in bed for weeks before he could really use his new limbs, since his body would be worn out. But since the operation, he had been steadily making progress. He was able to move his new arms and hands as if he had always had them. He had trouble gripping things, for he wasn't used to his new strength, but Pinako had said that he was developing almost as quickly as Edward had.
And when she had first told him of her leaving, he had tried to get out of bed. But she had forced him back down. She thought he would be over it by now...
She could see it in his eyes. He was mad that he couldn't go. Couldn't help.
"Your being reckless." He grunted, looking away from her and out the window.
She sighed and checked the clock on the opposite side of the room. It was almost time for them to leave. They'd miss the train if they stayed any longer.
Smiling softly, Lust looked back at the man.
Her eyes softened along with her demeanor, and she couldn't help but place a hand on his leg out of reassurance.
He jumped a bit, then looked into her eyes. She thought she saw a bit of worry lingering in his red irises...
"I'll be fine," the sin smiled,"I don't need you for protection. I can't die, remember?"
He didn't protest, didn't say that he wasn't trying to protect her.
And in some ways, she knew that was why he was so upset. Because, after all, she still looked like the woman he had once loved.
Still loved.
Even if the strong man claimed that she wasn't he and his brothers lost love, she still resembled her. He was still trying to protect her. That was why he had jumped in front of her and had taken the bullets of the soldiers.
A part of her was sad, and happy about that.
"You just expect me to sit here and wait?" he asked, now angry at her calm attitude. "What make's you think I'll be back when you return?"
"Where do you have to go?"
The man was so stubborn she could hardly stand it.
She knew he wanted to help, but there was nothing he could do in his current state.
Sighing, she turned to leave, sick of his foolishness.
A automail hand caught her wrist.
She turned to look back at the man, and saw that he was looking out the window. She couldn't read his expression...
A swarm of sadness invaded her senses, and she closed her eyes.
Be strong. Strong Lust.
Cold auto mail brought her out of her daze, and she opened her eyes to find that he was caressing her cheek with his cold, metal finger tips. His eyes where torn, but his face remained a hard mask of strength and he did something she never imagined him ever doing.
Smiling, she grabbed the hand and pressed it to the side of her face. Even if it wasn't really his hand, it still felt goo to have it there. She felt her insides flutter and she closed her eyes once again.
The humunculie knew he was only concerned because she resembled his lost love, bust still...She was happy.
Her only wish was that she could have become the woman he remembered.
"Thank you." Lust murmured.
"For what?" He asked.
Looking down at the man, thinking that this may be the last time they would be together, Lust reached out and toughed her free hand to the side of his face. His skin was rough, but smooth...Her touch was delicate, but she could see that it sent shivers through him. He closed his eyes and his frown lessened. The hard edges to his face softened briefly as she leaned down.
Pressing her black lips to the Ishbalan's, she felt a part of her sigh.
Sure, she had been with men before. Had touched them before. Had seduced them.
But never before had it been like this.
Never before had she been in love.
Even if it was one sided, Lust was content.
If she didn't live to see tomorrow, she was happy that she had know this man. Had saved him.
She went to part from his surprisingly soft lips and musky sent, when an automail hand stopped her. The fingers that had been caressing her cheek wound in her hair, pulling her closer and forcing her lips back to his.
One would think that a rough man like Scar kissed hotly, not caring at all for the other party. So Lust was surprised at the soft and gentle way the mans lips caressed her own. The way he took his time giving her long, passionate kisses before tugging on her bottom lip, asking fro entrance, made her insides burn uncontrollably and a tingling sensation to go through her. She gladly complied, and felt herself being pulled closed to him as she sighed into his open mouth. There was no need to battle for dominance that usually waged with whomever the sin kissed. She gladly gave into him.
Lust had never, ever felt this way while kissing a man. She had always felt disgusted...But now, she only wanted more of him. As she ran her fingers through his short, silver hair, he wrapped his automail arms around her waist protectively, pressing her into his warmth.
Oh god, how she had wanted this. How she wanted to just dive into his passion and drown in his warmth.
She wanted to always be by his side. Always with him. She wanted to know his laughter, his sadness, his anger. Everything. The humunculie wanted nothing more than to be with this man. Forever and ever.
But she knew she couldn't. Knew she had to leave. Had to do what was right. Winry needed her.
Using all of her will power, slowly, Lust pulled away from him, and looked down at the scarred man with hooded eyes filled with passion. He stared up at her, his expression hard once again. But she knew there was something new to his eyes. The way he looked at her...She could see the hatred was gone.
"Why?" She asked softly, her breath washing over him.
"Stay." he said instead of answering.
Slowly, Lust shook her head.
"I can't..."
He pressed his lips to hers once more and she closed her eyes as his arms hold around her tightened possessively.
Breaking away from his again, Lust smiled and looked down at the man who's lap she was sitting in. "Are you trying to make me stay?" she asked.
"I'm doing no such thing." he said as he softly kissed her neck. She felt him inhale her scent and she couldn't help but smile in satisfaction as a rush of desire washed over her.
The temptress knew well what he was doing, but couldn't help but slightly give in.
She smoothed his hair, loving the feel of it. Leaning down, she whispered in his ear.
"When I come back, we'll have more time to play."
His hold around her tightened, and she was sure if he squeezed any tighter, she would be snapped in half.
But she didn't mind.
A soft knock on the door brought her down from her bliss.
"Lust?" Sheska said softly.
The humunculie smiled as he felt Scar frown on her skin.
"I'll be there in a moment." The sin called out, making a mental note to kill that bookworm.
Now she really did have to go.
The Ishbalan pulled his mouth from her neck to look at her with sharp eyes, daring her to leave him.
Smiling, Lust leaned in and softly pressed her lips to his once again.
Parting from his just as quickly, she whispered against his skin;
"Goodbye."
His hold on her loosened, and she took that as a signal for her to leave. Parting with his warmth, Lust turned her back on the man and made her way out of the now small room.
Letting out a long sigh as she shut the door, Lust leaned against the frame for a moment to try and clear her head.
"NO WAY IN HELL AM I LETTING YOU GO ALONE!"
She groaned at the sound of the noisy chimera, who was probably still persisting on leaving.
"I won't be alone. I'll have brother and Lust." Alphonse explained.
Judging from their voices, she could tell they where in Edward's room. Lust walked down the hall, her heals clicking against the wooden panels.
She entered the room to find Edward clapping his hands together over a bowl of dark water, then leaning over to color his hair black. Lust stared at him dully, then turned her eyes to the chimera, who was starring up at a hideous statue.
Lust tilted her head to the side, noticing Al wasn't in the room.
But hadn't she just...
"Like I'd trust that woman!" The pissed chimera fumed, glaring at Lust who simply stared back.
"Lust is on our side!" The statue squeaked.
Lust was even more confused...
"I'm breaking you out!"
"Don't Marta! Brother took a long time making this!"
Lust pointed to the statue and smirked.
"What happened to Alphonse?" she asked.
"That's just a disguise I made for him out of some materials I found," Ed explained as he stood and began to braid his hair, "there aren't any seams, so the only way to get him out is to crack him open." Ed smirked at his brother.
"Why can't I go!" Marta screamed at the older Elric, as if noticing him for the first time.
"Because we need someone to stay here and watch over things." Edward sighed.
"Yes, and to take care of Scar." lust added.
Marta shot her a look, "I ain't taken care of your boyfriend."
Lust raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment.
"It's too dangerous for you to go Marta. The military will be looking for us, and if they find you, you'll be taken away," Alphonse added, "You can't hide inside of me."
Marta's anger slightly lessened as she looked up at the statue and smiled.
"Please Marta?" The statue pleaded with the unruly chimera.
Lust could almost imagine Alphonse giving her puppy dog eyes.
She sighed, then crossed her arms over her chest stubbornly.
"Fine," Then she placed on hand on her hip and pointed a finger at Edward, "But you better bring him and Winry back alive! I swear if they get hurt I'll kill you!"
Lust noticed the way Edward's eyebrows twitched when she said Winry's name, and the growing annoyance and pain clearly written on his face.
"Edward will make sure nothing happens." Lust said.
The chimera turned to her, her reptilian eyes scorching with her anger and hatred.
"And you," The woman said, taking a step closer, "Just don't pull any tricks. I know your kind..."
It was quiet for a few moments, before Sheska stepped into the door way, eyes down cast and a serious expression on her face.
"Your going to bring her back, right Edward?" She asked.
In the hallway, Lust could see a cloud of smoke, and knew Pinako was listening.
Lust turned to look at the boy, who was starring at the ground intensely.
"I have to." His fist tightened and he looked up to meet Lust's gaze.
"Ready?" She asked the boy.
Smiling, Lust thought about all the times she and the boy had been in battle. She knew he was strong...Stronger than any other human she had ever faced. His heart was pure, his intentions where good. But did he have enough? Was that enough to defeat Dante?
"Yes." He answered, his voice strong and determined.
Edward smirked, his golden eyes glowing with his glowing determination.
"Then let's get moving."
"Winry, why don't you tell me what's wrong?" her mother asked, smoothing her feathered bangs from her saddened blue eyes.
Once again, they where in a field of wildflowers. The winds of Resembool where picking up, spreading the sweet scent to the hills. Winry rested her head on her mothers lap and sighed heavily.
"Nothing's wrong." She answered.
She felt a tugging at her arm, but tried to forget it. She was with mother now. It was a precious time.
"Is Edward being mean to you again?" The woman asked.
"Wake up, dammit!"
Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her side, and bolted upright.
Winry found that she was sprawled out on the ground. The sharp pain had been from a rock she had fallen on...Confused, she looked about herself. As her eyes adjusted to the odd lighting she found herself in, a snickering brought her attention elsewhere.
Looking up, she met the burning amethyst gaze of her captive.
"Dumb ass." His eyes narrowed.
Her shoulder throbbed in pain and she instinctively scrunched her body together to protect herself from the homunculus.
She grabbed at her throbbing shoulder, only to hiss in more pain as warmth spread on her palm and in between her fingers. She brought her hand in front of her face, and was confused by the dark liquid dripping down her slender hand. Looking down at her shoulder, Winry gasped when she saw a horrifying gash.
Then she remembered.
Envy, sneaking into her room and stealing her away from Edward. Him telling her he didn't know who she was, kissing him...And then...
The blond shivered when remembering the episode he had when she had said his name.
After he had cut her, she guessed she may have passed out from shock...
Her thoughts where interrupted when she noticed Envy had crouched down before her, and was studying her with a bored expression. Tilting his head to the side when she met his stare, the sin grinned.
"You look good in red." The homunculus said darkly.
Her shoulder stung as she quickly got to her feet. Her foot still hurt, but the dizziness in her head over powered everything else.
Looking around, she felt her body grow cold when she discovered where she was.
The under ground city.
She must have been asleep for a long time...
"Shocked?" Envy sneered as he also rose to his feet, dusting himself off.
She shrugged, even if it hurt. "I've seen this before."
Brushing past a pissed Envy, she began walking in the direction of the mansion she knew was hidden in the lonely ghost town. She heard Envy cuss from behind her, but she didn't care. It was freezing down there, and she wasn't just going to stand there and wait for him to take her to the safety of the mansion if she knew the way. There could be chimeras walking around, and she sure as hell wasn't about to risk it.
"Do you know where your going, human?" He asked, catching up with her.
She rolled her eyes. "I told you, I've been here. The mansions just past the clock tower."
It was quiet for a few minutes as Envy allowed her to walk on her own, possibly because he was sick of carrying her. She noted the dried blood on his tight shirt, which told her that her assumptions where correct.
He had been acting so strange...
Especially after they had kissed.
Remembering the heated encounter made her heart beat speed up...His hands on her body...His lips on her skin...His smell...
Stumbling on some rubble, Winry lost her footing and would have landed on her face, if Envy hadn't caught her. She blushed and instantly heated up. Looking down at his strong, capable arms, Winry wondered why he had kissed her...he had said he hated her...
He had no idea who she was.
And he really, really hated her.
He held her close for a moment, and she looked up at him with wide eyes.
Winry felt her heart give out at the sight of his eyes, which where swirling with mixed emotions. He hated her so much...
As if snapping back into reality, Envy blinked a few times and held her at shoulders length.
His hand painfully dug into her shoulder wound, and she winced.
"Pathetic." Envy frowned, and let her go. He brushed past her, and made his way down the path she had been following. His long hair whirled behind him like a cloak, catching on an upturned pole.
Winry wanted to laugh as the homunculus abruptly stopped when his silken hair was yanked. He tried to turn, and hissed when he noticed the issue. Turning his arm into a blade, he raised it in the air, ready to whack off his air.
"No!" Winry cried, and before she knew what she was doing, she was untangling his hair from the rusted pole sticking from a giant boulder.
The silken hair moved freely between her fingers, and once she had the knock untied, it fell without a sound. She looked up at the humunculie, who was frowning down at her.
Her heart began to thump loudly in her chest.
"I couldn't let you just cut it off." She felt like she had to explain, looking down at the ground nervously. She had just touched him! He was probably about to beat her alive!
Suddenly, the humunculie began to snicker. Then, his snickers turned into laughter, and eventually he was doubled over. Despite him being crazy, Winry recognized his laughter. She had seen the old Envy use it countless times.
"You...Idiot!" He said in between his fits of laughter.
Winry blankly stared at the sin.
After a few moments, he straightened himself out and sighed. He smirked, and looked down at her. "Really, that was pointless," Suddenly, he made his arm into a blade once again, and this time, before Winry could protest, he took his hair in one fist and sliced through he emerald locks. Winry watched, horrified, as the shimmering strands fell to the ground like fallen leaves.
Her mouth dropped open, and she looked at a still smirking Envy in disbelief.
"Why did you do that!" Winry blurted out.
Envy stopped smirking and shrugged his shoulders.
"It's just hair." he said.
Her mouth dropped open.
Now she was sure that he had been changed. The Envy she knew would have died before he let someone cut his hair!
"Come on, move your ass." Envy hissed.
After she composed herself, Winry tried to talk, but found it was very hard.
"Stupid human, do I have to carry you everywhere?"
And suddenly, she was hoisted off the ground and slung over his shoulder. She felt a feeling of Déjà vu as her body began to sway awkwardly, and she couldn't help but slightly smile.
Suddenly, light began to shine from the tips of his now short hair, and she closed her eyes from the intensity. The powerful aroma of lilacs engulfed her senses and she felt silk tickling her face. When the mechanic opened her eyes, she found his hair to be long again.
She rolled her eyes.
"Just hair?" She mocked.
"Shut up or I'll drop you." He hissed as he leapt from bolder to bolder. He began to move rather quickly, and she started to feel light headed from all the blood rushing to her brain. She found that having her eyes open was making her feel more sick, so instead she closed them.
"I'm kind of used to this." She said to herself.
"Huh?" Envy grunted.
Winry didn't know whether to answer or not...
"What did you say?" Envy hissed.
"I said, I was used to being carried like this." She said, irritated slightly.
It was quiet for a few moments, and all that could be heard was her breathing and heart beat.
She began to feel a strange sense of calm, and she almost felt as if she could drift off to sleep at any moment.
"How did we meet?" Envy suddenly began, startling her from her slight peace.
The question came from out of no where, and she licked her lips. She wasn't sure how to answer. She didn't want him to hurt her again...But if there was the slightest chance she could get Envy to remember her...
She figured she didn't have much to loose at this point.
"Well...Like this I guess." She said, trying to really remember how...
He mad a frustrated noise. "What do you mean, like this?"
"You kidnapped me." She clarified.
It was quiet for a few more minutes, before he spoke again.
"I don't remember that.." he said, almost to himself.
She was a bit eager now...
"En-"
Abruptly, he stopped, and dropped her to the ground. She landed with a thud and lost her breath momentarily. Coughing, she looked up at Envy to yell, but closed her mouth.
His eyes where alert, and looking at something in front of them. She got shivered at the deathly glare in his amethyst eyes, and the way his lips pulled over his teeth.
"Good work, Envy." A male voice said from across the sea of debris.
Winry tiled her head, not having heard it before.
She heard approaching footsteps, and tried with all her might to stand.
"You brought her here, just as the master ordered."
whoever it was, Envy clearly did not like them. His face went from hatred to disgust as a man appeared from behind a large chunk of concrete. Winry gasped.
It was the Fuhrer...Military uniform, eye patch, and all.
He smiled as she had seen him do in the paper.
"Master will be pleased." The brown skinned man said.
Winry's eyes widened.
So, Ed and Al where right...
He walked up to her and frowned down at her shivering body and messy appearance.
"She's hurt," he leaned down and held out his hand, "Here, let's fix you up."
His smile stayed on his face, and Winry was even more terrified of him than she had been of Envy when he lost it. Before she was forced to answer him, Envy growled and grabbed onto her arm, yanking her into a standing position.
"She's fine," He ground through his teeth, "I don't need your help, Pride. I think I can handle a human."
Pride's smile faded and he opened his teal eye to look into Envy's.
Winry was reminded of two snakes, staring at one another before striking. She got chill up her spine when Pride took a step close to her, plastering his smile back on his face.
"You better get these wounds dressed, you could get an infection."
She gulped and nodded her head slightly.
"Follow me." he said, then turned and began heading in the direction from whence he came.
Beside her, she heard Envy growl, "Damn puppet."
Grabbing her arm again, he dragged her forward.
The rest of the way passed in silence as they followed Pride. Envy had let go of her arm some time ago, and now she trailed after both humunculie as she painfully made her way down the rocky path. She could see the mansion, and was slightly glad she would have a moment to rest.
But now that she knew about Dante...And her real intentions of having her kidnapped the first time, she was still scared. What if she tried to steal her body?
The mechanic shivered at the thought and decided it was best not to think about it.
"Sloth." Pride greeted as the doors opened before he could open them.
Winry's heart went to her throat as she took in the form of the woman who had been so kind to her. She opened her mouth to speak, but stilled when she saw the new shade to her eyes.
Amethyst.
"Pride," She nodded to the Fuhrer, "Envy." She smiled coyly at the annoyed sin.
Her new eyes fell on Winry, and she smiled again.
"We seem to be having a lot of visitors recently..." the sin commented as the rest of her body turned into water.
Envy impatiently sighed.
"First Hohenhiem of light, and now this girl..." The woman said before disapearing in the darkness of the mansion.
Both Envy and Winry stiffened.
"Edwards father?" She whispered.
Envy bristled.
"WHAT?" The teen snapped, racing up to Pride and grabbing him by the shirt collar.
Pride simply smirked down at the homunculus. Hissing, Envy pushed him away then raced forward, pushing through he great doors to the cold mansion. Winry watched his retreating from with wide eyes, clearly confused.
She nervously looked up at the man's one eye. It closed as he smiled.
"Lets hurry before he makes a scene."
The humunculie pushed open the doors and led the shocked girl into a strange place she didn't recognize. Winry took in the larger ceiling and grand room, which hadn't been there before, with an open mouth. She had never seen such a place before...
She guessed Dante must have changed it all with alchemy or something, since the other homes in the underground city where destroyed.
Looking around the spacious room, Winry couldn't find Envy, but guessed he must have run off to find whatever he was looking for. She had to wonder, why had be been acting so strange? Well, stranger than he had been.
"Thank you for your hard work, Fuhrer." A cold voice said from across the room.
Winry's insides chilled along with the air as Dante made her entrance. Her cold eyes fell on Winry, then turned to the homunculus beside her. The cold woman smiled.
Pride bowed to the smiling woman.
"You know there are no legends about the philosophers stone in the north," Pride commented as he made his way to the approaching woman, "Even if we provoke them, no one there will know how to create a philosophers stone."
Winry tilted her head, curious as to what they where talking about.
"It doesn't matter," Dante smiled, "Our only objective this time is to cover up our tracks."
From behind, Winry saw the tall man still.
"Those who have been close to the philosopher's stone will die," She continued, "There will be no exceptions for your soldiers."
Winry stilled, but continued to listen intently. She wasn't quiet sure what they where talking about, but she knew Edward had to be involved somehow.
"So Mustangs no the only one your after." Pride said.
Dante smiled sultry then looked at Winry for a brief second. "Of coarse."
Winry narrowed her eyes.
"Anyone who had anything to do with Maes Highs will be killed in action, and Envy's going to see to it."
Winry felt a chill go down her spine as a door from her far right opened.
"Are you talking about me?" An effeminate voice said from the opened doorway.
Winry noted that the look in his eyes was swirling with anger and hatred, yet his demeanor was surprisingly calm from the abrupt fashion he had entered the mansion.
But as that cruel smile spread on his face, Winry knew that he was just holding in his anger. He walked over to the woman, his delicate shoulders slightly hunched and his long hair messily in his face. Winry gulped when she noted how narrow his pupils where...
How terrifying he was.
"Envy, didn't I tell you head north when you returned?" Dante asked, her smile falling.
"I heard he'd be here." He said, the smile still in place.
Pride placed his arm in front of Envy and scowled.
"Don't be rude, Envy."
Knocking his hand away, Envy looked up at the man as his smile vanished, "get out of my way, you puppet." he spat, his voice dark.
He and Pride stared at each other for a moment, and Winry could once again feel the friction between the two.
"Don't insult my work, Envy," Dante called, causing the green haired sin to turn around, "A homunculus who can age like a human is hardly a puppet. He;s my greatest master piece."
Winry looked at the brown skinned man with wide eyes.
A homunculus who can age?
"Where is he?" Envy asked, his voice quivering with his rage.
Dante's face became confused.
"Who precisely is he?" she asked.
"Don't play dumb! You know who I mean," Envy snapped, "The bastard who made me the way you made Greed and pride. The one who's been jerking me around." His hunched his shoulders once more and made his graceful hands into tight balls of fury. She could see his muscles twitching under his smooth skin, and his teeth catching in the lights of the vast foyer.
It was quiet for a moment before Dante answered. A smile graced her pale lips.
"Oh yes...You mean Hohenhiem."
Winry's eyes widened.
The one who made him? But that doesn't make any sense! Envy said he was four hundred...
"He came here! I know he did! So where is he?" Envy asked, his pupils dilating once again as he bared his razor sharp teeth.
"Missing your father? I'm touched." Pride said, smirking at the ground.
The blond girls eyes widened and her lips parted.
"Father?" She whispered.
Instantly, Envy span on his heals and leapt at the Fuhrer. The sin kicked him so hard, he sent the man rolling back wards. Winry watched with wide eyes as he tackled the man and straddled his chest, punching the ground beside his head with only half of his might, but still splintering the stone.
"TELL ME WHERE HE IS NOW!" Envy screamed.
"He's dead." Dante said.
"Dead?" Winry whispered, dropping to her knees.
The man who had been so kind to her...Dead?
Edward and Alphonse's father?
"He's not," Envy said frantically, his face a mixture of disbelief and hatred, "He can't be dead yet..." Raising his fist in the air, Envy's eyes where wide and crazed, "I'm going to kill him myself."
Chills went down Winry's spine.
"I broke the union of his soul, his mind and his body. He's good as dead." Dante smiled.
Envy raised his head and his eyes widened.
"No, it can't be!" he cried, then rose to his feet and stared angrily at the calm woman.
"Why didn't didn't you tell me! It was for me to do!" Raising his hands into fists once again, "ME!ME!ME!" On every word Envy would beat the the stone floor into oblivion just as he had the night before. Pride scurried away, getting to his feet quickly and straightening out his coat and disheveled hair, then returning to his masters side. Winry moved away just in time as the ground beneath her gave way and was nothing more than a giant crater.
As he through his tantrum, Dante and pride watched calmly while Winry blinked a few times in shock. She wondered if her threw these a lot...
"Of coarse, his sons are still alive you know..." Dante said over the echoing sound of his destruction.
Winry's heart leapt into her throat.
"It was for me..." Envy wailed as his arms began to loose their gusto.
"They have the Philosophers Stone with them, but then, I'm sure you don't need that."
What?
Envy stopped.
"They have the stone?" he asked, still staring wide eyed at the ground before him, "Are you sure about that?"
"Positive. But if things continue the way they are they will regain everything they lost."
The cold woman's eyes once again fell on Winry briefly, before returning to the now rising humunculie.
"No..." He hissed.
"Such a shame, isn't it? Those two boys he loved are gong to regain everything, and you alone, who should have been his most treasured child," She smiled, closing her eyes and flipping her pin straight hair. Her lifeless blue eyes bore into Envy, who's face was down cast, "You will gain nothing."
His most treasured...child?
"They won't," Envy said, his voice sounding like a demons and sending even more goosebumps down Winry's body, "I want to witness their faces as I take the Philosophers Stone away from them..."
Dante and Pride looked at one another, smiling.
Envy's face was a terrifying mask of pure, and utter hatred. His eyes gleamed devilishly, and the shadows on his pale face warped his beautiful features.
"I want to witness them loose everything."
Lust closely clung to the wall.
She could hear someone jumping on the bed of the hotel she and the Elric's had chosen for the night.
Alphonse?
No, she knew he wouldn't do such a childish thing. And Edward had left the moment they had arrived, stating he had some business to attend to.
She had also left a little while ago, needing to cool her head with a walk. When she had returned, she had heard strange noises in the room...
"This note says he went to see Shou Tucker..." She heard a familiar voice murmur.
Her eyes widened then narrow.
Sloth.
"Who's that?" Wrath asked happily.
"No one...Wrath dear, take care of things while I'm gone."
The jumping on the bed stopped, and little foot steps could be heard.
"Your leaving?" The boy asked.
"For a little while."
Lust could hear footsteps approaching, and she quickly dashed behind a wall.
She listened intently as the footsteps went down the opposite hall, then disappeared.
She waited a few moments afterward.
So, it's just Wrath then?
Making her hands into claws, Lust grimaced.
"Al?"
Her eyes widened and she looked out into the hall again to see Edward running into the room. Straight into a trap.
"Dammit Edward." She hissed as she made her way to the room.
"Today's the day," She heard Wrath snicker, "I'll take this."
"Sorry, my arms not for sale," She heard Edward grunt, then a stranger series of noised followed, "Let go!' The alchemist cried out.
Lust entered to find Edward looking down at his armless hand, and Wrath fussing something to his body.
She pressed the tip of her knives to the back of Wrath's head, and he stilled.
"So, this is where you've been hiding." Wrath said, and she could feel the manic smile in his voice.
Yes, he's had the stones...I can feel it.
"I'm not hiding from anything." Lust stated, moving around Wrath. He also moved to where the point of her blade was now in his face, and he was standing in front of the desk. Her heels broke the glass from the shattered window.
"You really think that by pretending to be on his side, he's going to help you become human with the Philosopher's stone?" Wrath smiled manically.
She felt Edwards eyes on her, and she knew he was probably considering this.
"No."
Wrath made his hands into fists.
"Then why turn your back on your own kind!"
She narrowed her eyes, but didn't answer him.
"Traitor!" Wrath screamed, then grabbed something from a half opened desk drawer and flung it at her.
She felt her body being immobilized as that damned locket wrapped around her finger.
Wrath punched on Edward, pinning him to the bed and using his impossible strength to hold him down.
"Okay Wrath-"
"Don't bother begging for your life, Elric." The homunculus sneered.
"I wasn't about to." Edward grunted, "I was just going to say 'go ahead, take my arms and my legs too. I don't even care!' I've got the best automail mechanic in the world!"
Desperately, Lust tried to move, but it was no use. She felt like she couldn't breath. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of her face.
"What are you talking about?" Wrath hissed.
"Ask yourself this, Wrath, if you take my arm and my leg and attach them to your body, do you really think that will make you a human being? I have artificial limbs and Al's a suit of armor, but our souls make us human beings, not our bodies. That's something you'll never have!"
"Shut up!"
Suddenly, Wrath was flung across to the room and Edward built a large wall in front of them.
He yanked the necklace from off her and she let out a big breath. She watched him put it on his pocket, and she narrowed her eyes as she tried to breath.
"You...brought that...?"
His eyes met hers.
The wall was suddenly broken down, and Wrath charged Edward once again. The two went sailing through the window.
Lust frowned as she followed, landing before the two as they struggled once again. Edward was flung off of Wrath and sent skidding down the dark alleyway.
Lust stood in front of him, barring her knives and pointing them at the homunculus.
His shoulders quivered in anger.
"TRAITOR!" He screamed, as he made his way to her.
Lust batted him away, making him fall back again.
"Traitor, traitor traitor!" Wrath cried as he ran to her again, she easily avoided him, then went to strike.
Wrath smiled, then help up the locket she had seen Edward put in his pocket.
Her body was frozen again and she fell backwards, frozen in place.
"Dammit!" Edward hissed, probably realizing that while in their struggle, Wrath had swiped the locket off him.
"You just couldn't be patient, could you?" The boy asked as he made his way to her stiff body.
Wrath put his foot down on her chest and smiled darkly.
"Didn't she already say she'd make us into humans if we found the Philosophers Stone for her?"
She did not recognize this boy.
He couldn't possibly be the Wrath she had known...
"You know our master had no intention of making us all human..." Lust managed to say.
"Well I never really cared if she helps me or not," He stated, reaching forward and clutching one of her fingers, "I've got my own strategy for becoming a human, Lust."
The sound of twisting mental and her screams filled the dark alleyway.
Suddenly, the wall beside her jolted out and hit the homunculus. She heard Edwards quickened footsteps, and suddenly she could move again. In a flash she was back on her feet, and digging her fingers into the child.
She punned him to the rubble, and looked down at the boy she once knew, his twisted face looking up at her as she pressed the tip of her blade to his forehead.
In one quick motion, he wasn't moving and she retracted her claws.
Not caring to look back at the startled boy she new was behind her, Lust began to walk forward, stepping around Wrath's body. She knew they didn't have much time until he got up.
"Let's go."
They traveled in silence for a few moments, running down the street.
Lust could understand that Edward didn't trust her, so she wasn't mad about the locket. She knew is she where in his position, and after everything she had put him through, she wouldn't be so open to trust him either.
"We have to hurry, sloth went off to your brother a while ago." she said.
"Do you know where Al was going to meet Tucker?" Ed asked.
"The laboratory he worked at before he became a state alchemist is near by. I assume they went there."
They continued on for a moment.
"Wait!" Edward said, "Wait a minuet."
She stopped, along with the boy.
"I didn't promise you anything you know...I'm not planning on turning you human!"
Smiling sadly to herself, Lust looked out on the cold, dark street with amethyst eyes.
"I know, Edward."
Okay, so there you have it! i really, really like the scene form episode 46 where Envy had his freak out. I watched it 12 times. lol so, please tell me what you think! And sorry for the wait, once again, not my fault!