Dear Readers,

So, I just had to go through this entire chapter and unscrunch it. all of the words where mooshed together. Sorry I took all month to update, and it was slightly short. But I had to start virtual school this month, so it was actually kinda hard to find the time to put my thoughts down. I actually kinda wanted this chapter to be shorter, since the real action starts next. God, I can't wait! Oh, and I have an announcement: If you would please, after your done reading, answer the pole I've posted on my profile. Regarding the pole, I will start the work after I've finished His Amethyst Eyes. But please, vote. I'm having a hard time deciding what to do, and I'd appreciate yalls help. Ya...Anyway, this chapter is taken from episode 48, and I hope yall enjoy! ANSWER MY POLE OR i WON'T WRITE FOR ANOTHER MONTH! Yes, that was a threat. Chow.

-Ramona F.

Suicide Mission

Winry awoke with a start, hearing a loud bang and a whimper from beside the bed she had currently been napping on. Blearily blinking her eyes, she came face to face with a figure she would have never guessed to find.

"A-Alphonse?" She whispered, blinking back tears as the alert, glowing eyes of Alphonse Elric stared back at her.

"Winry? Winry! Your alright!" The boy exclaimed, bringing himself into a sitting position. She noted that he had a rather large hole in his side, with a strange purple light emanating from within. And his large arms were bound behind his back in restraints. At the sight of him like that, looking helpless and restrained, Winry felt a pang of sadness, and stretched out a quivering hand to touch the bound child.

"Ah, ah, ah, better not do that girly." A menacing voice purred, bringing her back to reality.

Blinking, she tore her eyes from Alphonse, and onto the smirking homunculus. From the looks of it, their earlier encounter didn't phase him at all, for he was looking at her with surprisingly playful eyes with only slight malicious intent hidden in his violet orbs.

Finding her voice, Winry cleared her throat. " And why not?"

The corner of his mouth pulling into a lop sided grin, Envy flipped his hair and placed one of his slender hand to one of his jutting hips, "because the trash can here is the Philosopher's stone. You touch him and bang! And Master really wouldn't like that."

Taking in this new bit of information, Winry looked down at Alphonse with furrowed blond brows. So, he really is the philosophers stone. Her blue eyes went to the hole in his side, and worry filled her throat, squeezing at her lungs and making her feel sick. What was happening to Alphonse exactly? Was he...Going to die? She knew that all he had was a soul, no body, so if his metal body died...What happened to Alphonse? Where would his soul go? She bit her bottom lip as she stared down at the hole, which seemed almost bigger now, but she new it hadn't changed in size.

Suddenly, in the midst of her thoughts, Envy grabbed her chin and jerked her face up, so she was looking directly in his sharp eyes. His face, for once, looked slightly serious, his eyes calculating. He seemed to be assessing her. Memories of their earlier kisses flooded back to her mind, and her cheeks flushed. Envy seemed to notice this, and his momentary seriousness caved as he smirked dangerously, his canines glinting in the dim lighting of the dark room. Winry felt as if she was suffocating, looking into his puzzling eyes. "He isn't going to die." Envy stated, his voice low so only she could hear. Her eyes widened slightly.

Was he...trying to reassure her that Al wasn't going to die? But how could he possibly know what she has been thinking?

Am I that easy to read?

And why would he even care to tell her?

"Not yet anyway." he concluded, taking in her sudden frown with a snicker. He seemed to really love to mess with her. A fact that she found endearing, and annoying. And if it wasn't for the fact that he had completely forgotten everything that they had shared together, Winry would have thought that Envy was acting like his old self. No strange mood swings, talking to himself...Yes, Envy almost seemed normal.

Well, as normal as he could be.

"W-why did you bring him here?" Winry asked stupidly, her voice barely above a whisper and quivering terribly.

Envy shrugged his shoulders, but didn't move to release her chin from the strong grasp of his index finger and thumb. "Masters orders." he simply stated.

Winry's nose crinkled when she thought of the cold eyes of Dante. The evil glint in her eyes as she watched Envy. She looked at him like a hawk does a mouse, watching with glinting eyes, preparing to strike. If Winry hadn't known any better, she would have thought something was going on between the two. At the sudden thought, her cheeks paled, and she locked eyes with Envy, who's stare hadn't wavered.

No, she thought hastily, they couldn't possibly be...

For some reason, Winry felt slightly sick in her stomach, and winced The thought of Envy with another woman...Of him kissing someone else...Brought a horrible pressure to her chest. But she knew she was being stupid to assume that Dante would even consider Envy as anything more than a puppet. And that Envy would allow himself to be used as a slave... she blinked as realization hit her. As the gears clicked into her head, Envy grew impatient, and pushed her down on the bed, causing her to gasp and Alphonse to cry out. Looking up at him with wide azure eyes, Winry couldn't help but imagine him looking down at Dante in that way. With those half lidded eyes, his parted mouth and silken hair dropping down to caress her cheeks and fill her with his spicy scent.

Tears pricked her eyes.

But who am I to judge? She thought as he smirked, I was with Edward... she was so deep in thought, she didn't notice Envy's lips on her own.

Almost instantly, Winry pulled away, turning her head to the side and curling her lips together, out of his reach. She scrunched her eyes together, so she wouldn't have to look at his shocked expression. But she could feel his anger. She could feel it rolling off him at crashing into her in a terrible storm she would have to reckon with momentarily. Bracing herself for some form of pain, Winry decided that she would deal with it in silence. Hadn't she already told him she didn't want to do this when he didn't know who she was? But still, he persisted for some strange reason.

Feeling his weight shift, Winry's breath caught in her throat as she felt Envy's breath on her neck. But, instead of feeling his sharp teeth sink into her flesh, he left a soft kiss.

A kiss that was so unlike his earlier hot, passionate ones. This kiss was full of emotion, sweet, and short. She almost opened her eyes as her heartbeat calmed, but willed herself not too. This could be a trick...

"Do you see what you do to me?" He whispered in her ear, his voice low, none of his earlier malice detected.

Slowly, her eyes opened and her mouth uncurled from it's hiding. But she kept her face turned to the side, for Envy's face was still at her ear. She noted how his body hovered over hers, the only contact that was made was his long hair draped over his shoulders stroking her face. She found this strange, how before there had been no space between them, and now...Now he was making sure to keep his distance.

"You shame me, human." He continued, and she saw his hands fist into the fabric of the bed.

Slowly, she turned her head to meet his gaze. Envy pulled back, gazing down at her with a hard expression. She noted that his eyes where full of a tired puzzlement, full of questioning and slight madness.

"What is it that I'm supposed to remember? First you, than Lust...What is it I'm forgetting?" he wasn't speaking to her directly, but more to himself. His voice a hiss while his face was troubled. The humunculie was clearly frustrated by her telling him to remember things he could not.

Winry soaked in this new bit of information. So, he had seen Lust? When? Where? She was back in Resembool! Had he gone back to retrieve Al? But he was only gone for a short time, and atrip to Resembool would take a full day...And what was this new softness he seemed to posses? This new questioning for him memories? What had Lust said to him?

"You saw Lust?" Winry asked, staring up at the sin and trying not to breath him the scent of his hair.

Seeming to come out of his thoughts, Envy opened his closed eyes and looked down at the mechanic with a blank expression. His brow furrowed, and Winry would have called the look on his face cute, if it hand't been for the strange glint in his eye. "Yes...She was accompanying the pipsqueak in what looked to be a sort of search and rescue mission to find the stolen princess." He purred, a smirk forming on his silken lips.

Eyes widening, Winry mouth parted as she let out a soft gasp. "You...Mean...?"

Envy expression turned into a scowl. "Yes, your beloved Edward is coming to save you." he hissed in a sour tone.

No Edward! Why did you come? Your going to be killed!

Taking in her expression, Envy lifted himself from her as she lay in her morbid thoughts, unknown tears streaming down her closing eyes. She collapsed into herself, forming into a ball and clutched her knees to herself.

Staring down at her with burning violet eyes, Envy felt his anger bubbling inside himself. At the mention of Edward's name, she had started to cry fro what the humunculie guessed was joy. At the mention of her savior, she had become so beautiful, that Envy had become nauseated.

Wanting to strike at something other than the girl, Envy turned away from her to leave, so he wouldn't rip off her delicate limbs in his jealousy.

"Don't touch her ever again!" He small voice broke through his thoughts, causing Envy to pause in his retreat.

Turning with a look of utter disgust, Envy smirked at the shiver that seemed to coarse through the suit of armor. Without another word, Envy jumped into he air and kicked the boys helmet to the ground, hearing it skid across the floor at bang into the wall, Envy smirked. Without a glance back at the weeping girl and the headless child, Envy turned on his heals, all amusement drained from his face.

"This is all because of you," The boy said, his voice low, sounding like it was chocking on unshed tears, "it's your fault mommies gone!"

As his pale fist shot into the air, Edward easily blocked his halfhearted attempt and looked down where Lust lay on the ground, still coughing into her frail hand as her body continued to shutter. It seemed that the malicious sin had delivered more hatred behind the blow than Edward had first thought, and it was taking longer for the temptress to recover.

"Easy!" Edward said as he blocked another of Wrath's surprisingly weak punches, that were steadily building with strength gradually. Edward didn't understand why the child was so upset, because his "Mother" was in fact still alive.

And as the boy repeated "Mommy" over and over again as he delivered punch after punch, Edward's patience was wearing thin. He knew by now that Envy was gone, taking his brother along with him.

Dammit!

"She was your mommy to and you killed her!" Wrath cried, breaking through Edward's distress and rendering him speechless. His eyes widened, and as Wrath's fist collided with his jaw, he barely felt the pain.

What Wrath had said had struck a deep chord within him. He knew perfectly well that Sloth was alive...but maybe Wrath was saying that the Sloth he had known was death...Turned into an entirely different person. But to say that the old, cruel Sloth had also been his mother...And that he had "killed her", left an unsettling feeling within Edward.

His back hitting the cold ground forcefully, the air escaped Edward's lungs momentarily as he blinked through tear filled eyes. As his vision cleared and his breath managed to return, it was taken again as he felt the small tan hand of the crying sin wrap around his neck. Gritting his teeth as his throat was smothered, Edward raised a shaking gloved hand to the boys wrist. He watched through slit golden eyes as he raised his pale hand to strike.

"Stop it!"

Both Edward and Wrath's attention was suddenly drawn to the hissing, powerful voice that had somehow stopped the child in his pursue and lessened his grip on Edward's neck-only slightly.

Through squinted eyes Edward looked over to see none other than his beloved teacher, Izumi Curtis.

Seeing her, Wrath straightened his form, but kept his fist curled in the air.

"This has nothing to do with you." he raged, the hate dripping from his voice as the child laid deadly, shimmering eyes on his creator, and birth mother.

Despite the child's obvious hatred, her face went on unwavering, and was set in it's usual hard glare. With her pitch black eyes focused soulfully on the angry child before her, she spoke once again, "If there is anyone you should want to kill, it should be me my child." she said, her face softening into a look of sorrow.

Edward could feel the boys body shaking with emotion as he stared at the woman before him. Edward noted how alike they looked, what with their fine black hair and fair skin. He even seemed to have Izumi's face. The only difference being the contrast between their eyes. While Izumi's where a deep obsidian, Wrath's was the color of a humunculie. An unnatural purple hue set in cat-like spheres with constantly fluctuating pupils. But, despite the fact that the child did have the mark of a homunculus, and two of his limbs where not his own, Izumi still cared for the child. She still hated herself for the decision she had made. Edward could see so much emotion between the two as they looked upon one another. Wrath with the anger he possessed. The anger of a thought to be unloved child hoping for a mother. And Izumi with the sorrow and grief of a mother who's child refused to love her.

Releasing his grip on his neck completely, Wrath turned to face Izumi.

"No, your not my mom..." Wrath stated, venom lacing his voice, which was strained from shouting and crying. At his word's Edward saw Izumi ever so slightly flinch. "You're absolutely nothing to me!" He shouted as he stood, running straight for the saddened woman.

"Teacher!" Edward desperately cried as he pushed himself into a sitting position, clutching his sore throat. He was afraid for a moment that Wrath would attack, but as the child merely ran past Izumi, his head down and new tears fresh in his eyes, his mother turning to look at him with an out stretched hand, his fears fizzled. He was reminded for a second of the fights he would get into with his mother. How in the end he would storm off crying to go and pout. And as the child disappeared in the forest, Edward wondered if Wrath truly didn't consider Izumi as his mother, or if he had said that in a way to convince himself that she wasn't.

He pondered this as he went to stand, but as his foot buckled beneath him, he felt like a child trying to stand on it's own. Sighing, he brought his automail leg closer for inspection. As he did so, he felt a shadow hovering over him. He stopped his inspection, knowing the look Izumi had on her face. He tilted his face down, staring absently at the cold ground.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"He was...Crying..." Edward said, looking down at himself in what seemed to be shame.

As her steps drew near, Edward didn't know what his alchemy teacher was going to do. He was greatly surprised when she lifted his arm and wrapped it around her strong, broad shoulder. "Enough, let's find Al," She said in her gentle yet firm manner, "I can't do much in this shape but I can sure be a hell of a crutch, "she looked down at him smiling softly, "Now where to?"

Smiling knowingly, Edward got onto his feet with the help of Izumi, remembering fondly the days she had trained he and his brother. Despite those days being hard, he looked back on them with a smile.

"Central," A weak voice coughed. It was then that Edward remembered Lust, and he worriedly looked to find his comrade looked alright-If you could call sweating and slumped against a crate alright- but she seemed better than she had before. "We need to go to Central. That's where we'll find the boy and Winry." She said, her voice slightly stronger.

Beside him Edward could feel Izumi stiffen. He then remembered that he had forgot to mention to his teacher that he had a humunculie on his side, and as she raised her hand to attack, Edward placed a gloved hand on her surprisingly slim wrist. With hard eyes, Izumi looked down at him, puzzled by his action.

"She's with us." He said, glancing back to see Lust straighten out slightly, and place a hand on her stomach. He knew she was in pain, and desperately needed to rest.

"I'll go and get the others." She said, turning in the direction of the Ishbalan, the chimera, and the humunculie were last seen. He and his teacher watched her go, her steps sounding on the concrete floor until finally they could hardly be seen. It was quite once her figure vanished, and Edward braced himself for a good slapping from Izumi. But his eyes widened when heart felt laughter came instead. Looking up at the woman who he considered family, he saw that the hardness in her face had lessened, and she actually had some color to her fine cheeks as she laughed.

"What?" He asked, slightly annoyed that she was still laughing.

She began to shake her head, her dread locks flailing around her. "Nothing...It's just...You were acting so serious...I forgot who you were for a second!" She said between gasps.

As her body shook with laughter, a blood vessel visibly appeared on the tan boys brown and he wished for a moment he didn't need her for support.

"Will you shut up?" He snapped, blushing slightly from embarrassment.

She stopped laughing abruptly, and looked down at the now fearful boy with a dark expression.

Edward cringed. He knew that look. That was the look she gave when she was really, really pissed.

He yelped as she began to grind her fists on either side of his head, digging painfully into his temples and causing him to cringe.

"How dare you tell your teacher to shut up!" She hissed.

"Teacher! Teach-ow-S-stop!" he cried out, grabbing the woman's wrists in a weak attempt to get her to stop.

"Don't be such a baby!"

Through his pain, Edward could hear the familiar laughter of Marta.

He bared his teeth, looking up to find her, Scar, Sloth, and Lust looking at the sigh before them. Their expressions varied.

As usual, Scar wore his signature grimace. His garnet eyes hard and focused, and sneaking glances down at Lust, who stood rather close to his side. She still looked like she was in slight pain, and leaned slightly against his hard form for balance, showing momentary weakness before her comrades. Lust raised a dark eyebrow at the scene, but shot dark glances at the snorting chimera, who was doubled over in obnoxious laughter. As she slapped her knee, the woman showed no shame as she held onto her stomach. Sloth wore a worried expression on her pale face, her dark eyebrows pulled together and she clasped her hands before her chest.

Together, the onlookers watched as Edward Elric was humiliated by his teacher in silence- all accept for Marta of coarse.

Breaking the unspoken vow, Lust cleared her throat.

"I don't mean to interrupt, but we really should be focused on retrieving Alphonse." The temptress said, her blood red gaze moving to Izumi.

"Oh, and you know where he is, do you?" Izumi asked, continuing her grinding.

Lust's eyes narrowed slightly, and Edward guessed if she wasn't in such bad condition she would have held herself higher as she coldly stared at the woman.

He should have known she and Izumi would butt heads. Their personalities were too different.

"Yes, I do." Lust answered swiftly.

"Well? Where is he?" Izumi asked, her agitation strengthening as her grinding got worse.

"He, along with Winry Rockbell, are in a hidden, underground city beneath Central."

Along with Izumi's grinding, Marta's laughter ceased. All eyes were now on the raven haired humunculie.

What she was saying was...Madness! Sheer, utter madness. And yet...Edward found it within himself to actually believe her. Because after all the things he had been through, a hidden, underground city didn't seem quite impossible. Izumi detached her fists from Edward's temple, and stood as straight as possible while he still hung from her shoulder.

"Is what your saying true?" She asked fiercely to the haunting beauty.

Lust's hard stare never wavered. "For what reason would I have to lie?"

Letting out a sharp breath, Izumi tilted her head to the side. "And how exactly do we get into this hidden city? Care to tell me that?"

It was quiet, and the static between the two could almost visibly be seen.

The silence was deafening, until the Sloth spoke. "In the Fuhrer's office...T-there's a hidden entrance. You go down an elevator, which take's you directly to the city." Sloth said, her voice higher than it's usual whimper.

"The fuhrer? You mean-" Izumi said, her eyes widening.

"Yes...The Fuhrer is a humunculie." Edward answered her.

It was quiet once more as Izumi processed this new information.

"I c-can show you where the entrance is." Sloth continued.

From beside him, Edward could see Izumi raise an eyebrow.

"And who are you? How do you know about all of this?" She asked, breaking her stare off with Lust to stare at Sloth with her black eyes.

Sloth paled from all the attention, but straightened up slightly and forced herself to look Izumi straight in the eye, "I'm Sloth. I posed as the fuhrer secretary, so I used the entrance frequently."

Izumi's eyes hardened. "So, your a homunculus?" It was more of a statement than a question, for her eyes found the blood red ouroboros on the quivering woman's chest.

She then placed her black gaze on Edward. "I thought you said you where going to kill her."

On that subject, Edward was quiet, and looked down at the ground, averting his gave from his teachers questioning glare. At this subtle change, Izumi knew there was something that Edward didn't want to tell her, and something the pale woman also didn't want to speak about.

"Doesn't surprise me much. I was in Lab 5, which was safely hidden underground. Who's to say there isn't a city? The military's full of secrets. All that's important is that Winry and Al are there." Marta said, distracting Izumi. Silently, Edward thanked her for her interruption.

"We should go." Scar added.

Izumi smirked as she looked at the big man. "An Ishbalan?" she said almost to herself.

Scar glared at her, almost as if to say "Something wrong with Ishbalan's?".

Izumi only smirked and placed a hand on her hip. "A chimera, two humunculie, an Ishbalan, two crippled alchemist..." The woman said, addressing her new comrades. She then glanced down at Edward, and her grin widened, "What an excellent, rag tag team. Perfect for a suicide mission."

"Winry?" Alphonse asked, his voice sounding from the helmet that was still on the other side of the room. The empty void of of his helmet sitting limply. He knew he should get up and retrieve his head, but he just didn't feel like it at the moment.

He was more concerned for Winry, who had been crying ever since Envy had pinned her down to the bed. Alphonse didn't know what the sin had said to the girl to upset her so much, but he knew it must have been awful.

Just the sight of him touching her had made Alphonse burn with anger and fear, and he knew if it had been Edward in his place, he would have killed the sin for touching her. Alphonse could have even sworn he had seen the green haired menace place his snow colored lips to the trembling girls, but he couldn't really be sure. He did know that whatever had transpired between them had made both parties upset. For not only did Winry curl into a ball and cry, but Envy had kicked his head off in what appeared to be suppressed anger. It didn't surprise Al in the slightest. He knew how Envy was. How he would lash out in violence to whoever brought forth his anger. But what shocked him was the tears. The tears that had been streaming down not only Winry's face, but the humunculie who had been shacking with hidden rage. Alphonse never knew a humunculie could cry. And he wasn't even sure Envy had known himself, for he didn't move to wipe the tears away, nor did his face distort like someone who was filled with sorrow. The sin had merely kicked his head, and left.

"Winry, please tell me your alright." Alphonse said desperately.

He could hear her crying had died down, now instead of sobbing, she was sniffling.

"I...I'm a-alright A-Alphonse..." She responded, her voice very soft and shaking.

The strain of her voice only made him worry more, and he forced his body to rise from across the room. He walked over to his helmet. Using his strength, he easily broke the rope that bound his hands. He picked up his helmet and secured it back in place, then tuned to look at the slender form that was Winry.

Her body still shook, and her face was hidden in the mattress. But he knew her eyes would be beat red, raw, and broken. Tentatively, he sat beside her on the bed, making sure not so touch her in the process. He wanted desperately to pat her head, to sooth her in some way, but he knew if he did he would set off a reaction and harm her in the process. So the armored teenager settled on looking down at her instead, caressing her with his eyes and possibly his soothing words. As he murmured reassurances, Winry's hiccups and sniffles lessened, and slowly, Al could see her chest moving slowly and rhythmically. He knew she was asleep, and if he could, he would have smiled warmly at the sight. Standing after watching her for a while, he pulled the blankets over her slightly shivering form, and tucked her in without touching the girl. His glowing eyes softened as he looked down at her face. Despite the visible tear tracks and slight redness to her eyes, Winry was still as beautiful as ever.

Once, long ago it seemed, he recalled fighting over who would end up marrying Winry. He and Edward would argue for hours over who would better take care of her. Who wanted her most. And as time drew on, and they grew older, both boys ceased their arguments. He could see that Edward loved Winry, even if he acted otherwise, and it was obvious that the mechanic held feelings for his older sibling. Even as they argued, and he called her names as she threw wrenched at him, he could tell they deeply cared for one another. It was a pure, childish love that Alphonse had come to admire, and want to help grow.

And as for Alphonse himself, yes, he had loved her. He had loved her very much. But when he was realized that he couldn't feel, couldn't taste, or touch...that he was trapped in the shell he was now...he realized that he would never reach her. And besides, he knew that Edward would be terribly hurt if he had found out about Al's feelings. He also knew that he had a childish love for Winry. Whereas Ed saw her differently. He knew that his brother pined for her as a woman, whereas Al still saw her as a childhood friend. But he still loved her in a sense, as a younger brother does it's older sibling. And Al knew of the silent vow both he and Edward shared.

The vow to protect her with their lives.

With a hovering gloved hand, Alphonse managed not to touch Winry's cheek with his large fingers. He merely let his large hand pose over the side of her face in a protective caress, pretending to stroke the softness of her skin while imagining what it felt like.

"Don't worry Win, " he whispered lovingly, "I'll make sure nothing happens to you. I promise."

"Oh you will, will you?" A dark voice purred from the shadows.

Al jolted in shock, and only managed to stop the connection between he and Winry. Withdrawing his hand, Al looked to the darkness where he knew Envy was lurking.

His pale captor emerged from the darkness, which clung to his being. His eyes glinted with amusement as he smirked and crossed his arms over his toned chest. "You can't even fend for yourself. Do you know how easy it was for me to capture you? So how do you think you'll be able to protect her?" Envy asked mockingly, his smile widening as he did.

"Just leave Winry alone, Envy." Al snapped, his voice harder than usual.

Placing a delicate hand to his refined chest as if hurt, Envy's eyes widened. "I'm sorry, but was that a threat?" He asked before he broke into a horrible fit of laughter.

Alphonse curled his hands into firsts. "You really are horrible, Envy."

Stopping his laughter, Envy merely smirked. "Aren't I?" he said, his question rhetorical. His violet gaze shifted from Al, and onto the sleeping form that was Winry.

"Leave her alone." Al snapped.

Dismissing his threat, Envy sat in the chair beside the bed, his cold eyes moving from Al to look down on Winry as she turned over in her sleep facing him. She pillowed both hands under her cheek, and Al knew how she appeared. Winry always looked beautiful as she slept, even after crying. As he watched the humunculie, he was his expression soften for a second, before it hardened once more. His face was unreadable, his expression a mixture that was unknown to the teenager. And as he raised a gloved hand, Al could feel his body go rigid with worry. But to his amazement, instead of hitting her, envy caressed the girls hair so tenderly, that Al held back a gasp.

He watched as Envy's amethyst eyes where filled with something close to sorrow, and his feather light caresses moved from her silken hair to her cheek, where he was even more tender.

"You foolish girl." He heard Envy whisper very lightly, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to the girl temple. Her reaction was to softly smile in her sleep, and actually lean into the touch of his lips and fingers. At this, Al's glowing spheres doubled and Envy softly smiled.

Al watched the display silently, for his shock rocketed through his entire being. He didn't understand what was going on. Why was Envy acting this way? Why was he being so...Kind? So tender to the girl he had made cry? Why was he wiping away the remnants of her tears with such a look on his face, that he looked like the angles Al had seen in old books from his father's library.

As if breaking from his daze, Envy abruptly stood, scowling down at Al in the process, the wickedness back in his demeanor. His eyes where cold as he glanced down at Al's hands.

"I see you've broken your bounds. Just know that I'll be in the room next door, and I have very good hearing. So if your try and escape..." he trailed off, smirking and leaving the rest to Alphonse's imagination.

"My brother will be here soon." Al said, his statement stopping the humunculie before he could exit the room.

Envy stilled, his hand paused on the frame of the double doors. Al could see that the sins muscled shoulders where shaking softly. Envy turned his head slightly, so Al could see how deadly and utterly demonic his eyes looked, even if at a slight angle. All thoughts of the green haired sin looking slightly angelic flew out the window as chunks of wood splintered and fell to the ground due to the boys bone shattering grip.

"I know." Was all the sin said to answer the boy's statement, shutting the door with surprising softness behind him.

Alphonse could faintly hear locks being set into place from the other side. Sighing, Al moved to sit in the chair that Envy had been occupying, looking down to see Winry was still smiling shook his head.

He sat there for a few more minutes, contemplating he and Winry's fate, before he saw another tear silently fall down her pale cheek. Her pale pink lips moved to mouth a name, one that made Al gasp once again.

"Envy."

So, what'd ya think? I purposely made it short. And hey, Al's point of view! Ya, I had fun writing that part. Anyways, we just go netflix. so instead of watching FMA online, now i can just watch it in my living room. Ah, so good. But I think i broke netflix, because when i press the circle the screen just goes black. my dad's going to kill me. anyways, i already know what will happen in the next chapter, so don;t fret. and ANSWER THE POLL GODDAMMIT. And as always, reviews are welcomed with a hug.