Dear Reader,

I am very sleepy X-X and I actually have to be up reaaaallly early tomorrow for class. Yeah, I go to college. So here's this chapter and yeah...Just a bunch of fighting, and we're actually coming up to the final battle of sorts. I have to basically just watch the final episodes and type down what they say again...which im dreading...gah. goodnight people~

"Well, gee, this is strange," Marta called out, "It's almost as if they knew we were coming!" She jumped up in mid air and delivered a round house kick to a young soldier, the sound of his jaw cracking making Sloth wince, along with Marta's statement.

From behind them a group of young state soldiers began to open fire, and Sloth easily batted away the bullets, turning her hands into water. "Well, I do recall you laying the first punch. We could have easily snuck our way-"

"Oh shut it!" Marta hissed, looking back at Sloth with a glare and huffing as another solider came her way.

Marta may have been complaining, but everyone could see the glint in her eye and her smirk as she wrapped one of her long arms around the boy and threw him down at the hall, slamming him into another soldier. She obviously had been feeling restless at Granny Pinako's.

Edward quickly jumped down as a larger soldier drew out his gun, his hand shaking as he aimed to shoot. "Oh no you don't." He murmured to himself, clapping his hands together and pressing them to the floor, transmuting the ground to go up and form around his body, much like he had done to Wrath at the abandoned factory.

"Oh c'mon Marta, this is noth'in." Edward grinned, getting to his feet and walking past the man.

Up ahead he could see Lust easily picking off soldiers, and not killing any of them as he had instructed, much to her disdain. She merely sent out a few of her claws into their shoulders, or sliced their guns in half, smirking to herself all the while. The temptress seemed to be in much better condition, and like their reptile companion, enjoyed the fight.

Her partner on the other hand seemed more focused on getting them through the hoard of state officers, using his strong automail arms to literally smash soldiers into he walls, and even through them. Edward knew there was no point in telling Scar what to do, since the red eyed Ishvalan would merely shrug his shoulders and do as he pleased. Now if Lust told him what to do, Edward knew that would be a different story. She had been barking orders at him the whole way in.

"On your right." He heard Lust say, a flock of soldiers coming along the right hall. She held out her hand to Scar, and on instinct the bigger man lifted her, Lust easily balancing the curvaceous woman on his strong shoulders, he catapulted her at the soldiers. She smirked as she unleashed her blades, slicing their bullets, along with their guns; Edward knew she was restraining herself.

When she was finished Lust stood and looked at the soldiers, who gulped deeply, staring at the stunning creature who gave them a frightening, yet beautiful smile. They all turned, running down the hall, possibly for more guns, or out of fear. Edward guessed it was the latter.

"Humph, show off." Marta rolled her eyes.

Edward grinned, and then turned to Izumi, who was breathing a little hard, and obviously trying not to show it. "Are you alright?" He asked, his golden eyes tightening slightly.

She flipped a man over her shoulder and closed her eyes, smiling, "Oh please, I haven't even broken a sweat."

He just rolled his eyes and grinned. "Same old teacher."

As if on queue, a loud explosion came from ahead, along with the sound of Scar screaming out Lusts name.

"Shit!" On instinct, Edward rushed forward, while Sloth turned herself to water and slithered between the group as they ran, breaking out into the front.

The walls of Central command had turned to rubble from the blast. Edwards's eyes darted around through the smoke, trying to find out whom, or what caused it.

"Dammit, I can't see!" He cursed, waving a hand in front of his eyes.

"Neither can I…." Sloth commented, looking around as well.

"No, but I can smell 'um." Marta answered, using her inhuman sense of smell to pick them up through the smoke, then without a word, rushing into the thick cloud.

"Marta wait! It could be a-"Sloth called, but was interrupted by another loud blast, this time it sounded like a machine gun.

An odd mechanical sound could be heard beyond the cloud, approaching them. Edward felt himself tense when he saw an automail leg step through the dust as it began to clear. Slowly he scanned the body, seeing the right half was entirely automail, and the left was…

Edward felt a chill run through his spine.

"Lieutenant Colonel…Archer…"

The man's robotic eye glared at them, bright and red. He had the same smug look on his face that Edward remembered. Edward guessed even though an entire half of his body was missing he would still be a cocky bastard and a dog of the state, definitely not on their side.

"Edward Elric," He announced, his voice sounding a bit off, and his mouth eerily not moving, "and the woman who escaped from south headquarters. I've been looking for you."

Suddenly, he opened his mouth, producing what Edward guessed was what the Lieutenant Colonel had used on Lust and Scar. Before he could fire, Izumi and Edward both jumped out of the way as the rounds quickly blasted into the wall behind them.

Yep, Edward thought, that's definitely a machine gun.

In a second Edward was on his feet again, tensing and trying to rack his brain on what do. They didn't have much time, and the man looked almost unstoppable. A bead of sweat ran down his tan temple, and he grit his teeth, ready to fight.

Izumi stood in front of him, "Leave the tank head to me. You go to that place Lust told us about."

"Teahcer…" Edward started, not prepared to just leave her behind.

"If you're going to keep calling me that then do what I say," She snapped, "Now go!"

Edward glared at her, but listened. Followed by Sloth, he ran past Archer, the man not even trying to stop them. The cloud had vanished, so he could easily see the others, who were all huddled around Scar who was holding…

"Oh Lust…" He heard Sloth gasp to herself, and she rushed over to Scars side.

Lust was healing, but very slowly. Her body had been severely burned from the blast, and the top layer of her flesh was missing on one of her arms, along with her cheek. Her teeth were clenched, and her eyes closed tightly as she fought through the obvious pain. Edward deduced that without the red stones, her pain was no longer dulled, and her regeneration was much slower.

But still, he thought, to be able to withstand such a blast and still be awake…The homunculie are almost super human. A wave of panic washed over him as he thought of what they were up against, and what he would have to face to get back Winry and his little brother. Closing his eyes he pushed those thoughts to the very back of his mind. There was no going back now. He had to get Al, and he had to save Winry. They were all he had left.

"How is she?" He asked, coming closer to the group.

Scar was cradling her to his chest, his eyes down cast, and his body still as a statue. Marta had a scratch over her eye, and blood was getting into it, but she was alright, just temporarily blinded it seemed, but the chimera didn't let it weaken her it seemed.

Sloth stood over Scar with an almost pained expression on her face, one that so badly reminded Edward of his mother. She used to dawn that expression when he would come home with just a little cut. He stilled when he saw tears come to Sloths eyes, and he forced himself to look away.

"Not so good cap'." Marta answered rather tersely as she lit a cigar, looking over at Lust with an almost worried expression. "This one's finished."

"No she's not." Scar snapped, not looking away from her face for a moment, "She just needs time." He leaned down, closing his eyes and speaking very softly, but Edward heard what he was saying. It sounded as if he was praying.

"Yeah, well time ain't really on our side at the moment." Marta blew out smoke.

"Well, we're going to give her time." Scar said darkly, looking up at Marta for only a second, but that was enough to make the snake woman bristle in slight fear of the man. Edward knew how the man felt, and he knew what his eyes probably looked like. He had seen it before, back at the ware house, when he had told Edward to protect her. The fullmetal alchemist guessed that something must have happened between the two. What, well he couldn't be certain. But it was enough to make Scar pray for the woman he used to curse, and that surprised the alchemist.

"Hey." Lust said very softly, reaching one of her delicate, deadly hands to the man's face and caressing him. He closed his eyes briefly, and then looked up at Archer, who had turned to face them. Scar stood, holding Lust to his chest protectively, effortlessly. "You're a foolish man. There's nothing to be so upset about." She tried to tease, but her voice was extremely week and fragile, something Edward wasn't used to when it came to the temptress.

"Edward," Scar looked down at him, and Edward met his gaze, "Go. We'll handle this."

Marta blinked, "Uh, we will?" The snake woman looked up at Archer, "Am I the only one slightly worried about the half robot man who can spit bullets?"

Scar didn't respond to her, and merely turned to Sloth, holding out Lust to her, "Take her and get out of here, go with the Elric boy," He paused as Sloth held out her hands, seeming not to want to let go, he looked down at Lust, "Keep her safe, I beg you." His voice was much softer now, and Edward was greatly surprised. He had never heard Scar beg for anything.

Lust stirred in his arms, obviously protesting, "No, you stupid man…" She coughed, "I am not-"

"Hush woman." Scar said rather softly, looking at her once more.

Lust struggled in his arms, and went to stand, wiggling from his automail grip and trying to find balance on her high heels.

From afar, Archer's eyes tightened, and he went to open his mouth. Izumi saw this, and clapped her hands together, "Edward!"

"Oh no you don't!" Marta hissed, lunging at him and extending her right hand to cover his mouth, her fingers and hand stretching to cover his whole head. She looked at Edward and winked, "We got this Edward, you go get the gearhead," she paused, then added, "And make sure miss dark and dreary here doesn't die on the way. I don't want lover boy here crying."

From afar, Edward saw that Izumi had made a giant cross bow, and was ready to launch. "Snake woman, get out of the way!" She called.

A blood vessel formed on Marta's brow, "Hey what did you just-" Izumi released before Marta could finish her come back, the snake cussed and quickly let go of Archer as arrow was released, sending Achrcer back a few steps, but not knocking him over.

"Well, they seem to have this handled…" Edward said to himself, and then turned to Lust and Scar, getting rather impatient with them as they simply glared at each other. He was about to say something, when he found his voice dead in his throat.

Much to he and Sloths surprise, as Lust was about to say something, Scar leaned down and silenced her with a kiss. A hot, searing kiss at that. The homunculi's red eyes widened, but as she melted into the kiss they fluttered closed, and she wrapped both arms around his shoulders, pulling and tugging at his short silver hair as the man enclosed his automail arms around her waist, lifting her up slightly. They parted for air, much to the woman dislikes, and Scar smiled softly at her, then leaned in and whispered something in her ear, and from what Edward heard, he was speaking in Ishvalan.

How the hell does Lust know Ishvalan?

Lust smiled an almost secretive grin, and Scar sat her down. She gave him a look, a look saying "you better not die." Which Scar merely returned with his usual stone cold stare. Lust sighed, rolling her eyes. She smoothed down her dress, and she and the man gave each other knowing looks as she walked off, giving Edward, whose mouth was hanging open, an expectant look. She raised an eyebrow at the young alchemist, acting as if nothing had happened.

"Well?" She asked her usual cool demeanor back in place. She gave him a smirk, and flipped her hair as they continued down the hall, not even glancing back at the Ishvalan man, who had also turned away from her and was walking to Archer.

"Go, Edward Elric!" Scar called out.

Sloth began to walk on also, and Edward gave one last look at Scar before he went on. He was stalking him, almost has a beast does with it's pray. Scar was out for blood, Edward knew that. From what Edward had just seen, Lust was Scars. And judging on the bloodlust in the Ishvalans eyes, he didn't much like people touching his things.

"Have you ever seen the face of god? Ave you prayed for your sins?"

Archer was about so speak, when Scar, who was always extremely fast, rushed him and upercutted him in the jaw, knocking him back. Marta let out a cheer, and Izumi smiled.

Scar stood over him, menacing, and eyes full of pure hatred, "Start praying, "He clenched his automail into a fist," Today is your judgment day."

"William!"

A forest near a river bank on a sunny day.

"William!" A voice called out in the distance.

He turned, smiling, eyes bright. "Father?"

"William come here, look." In the distance he could see his father on the outskirts of the forest, pointing up into a tree and smiling. His long, messy blond hair was pulled into a pony tail, glasses in place.

Breaking into a run, William ran to his father, who was so tall compared to him. Being only ten, but William was big for his age. Or at least, he liked to think so. "What is it father?" He asked eagerly.

"You see that?" He continued to point, and William scrunched up his face.

"No, I can't." He frowned, and his father laughed, and then lifted him up onto his shoulders. "See? In the branch." His father instructed, and William held on to his hair, squinting his eyes to see. His amber eyes widened when he saw what his father had been pointing at.

A mother bird was sitting in a nest with her small, helpless baby birds, offering them a small green worm to eat. The helpless babies chirped and strained their little necks in hopes of getting the worm.

"Wow…" He breathed to himself, and couldn't take his wide eyes off the birds.

"William!" He heard his mother call across the field, from the small cottage they lived in. "William it's time to take your medicine dear!"

The mother bird flew away, the baby birds continued to cry.

His father's hands tensed around his legs, and he began to walk.

"Father…I don't want to." He whispered into his hair.

"It's good for you." He said with a chuckle.

"But it tastes funny." He began to pout, and Hohenheim merely chuckled once more.

"It's good for you son."

Blood spat onto the floor, his mother let out a horrified scream. He closed his eyes, trying to fight it back, but he couldn't. His body ached so much. He just wanted it to stop.

"William!" She shrieked, and he could hear her approach.

"Don't come any closer!" he spat, blood and venom dripping from his mouth as he glared up at her with burning amber eyes. Her blue eyes were wide in terror.

"Y-you did this…" He stammered, feeling his vision blurring. He had fallen out of bed, and was on the floor. He was falling a lot now these days, and getting sick like this. But it had never been this bad. He felt extremely weak now.

And he was hot. Sweat dripped from his brow and he looked at all the blood on the floor. William was smart enough to know that if he kept throwing up this much blood, he would eventually die.

He grit his teeth.

"I'm going to die." He said to himself, and he heard him mother let out a sob.

"N-no, no you're not!" She went to him, stepping around the blood and coming to his side. "You'll be alright, you're just si-"

"I'm sick because of you!" he looked up at her, strength in his words but not his body.

He heard his father in the doorway, having returned from work. His eyes were wide behind his glasses. William looked up, "Father…" He breathed.

"William…What's happened?"

"He got sick, he's alright." His mother answered for him.

William closed his eyes and managed to lean back against the bed. He looked at his dad.

"I'm dying." He answered very softly, his voice nothing but a whisper. But both of his parents had heard.

"Stop speaking such nonsense!" His mother turned to look at him, her long black hair whipping around her, her blue eyes red and swollen with tears.

Hohenheim said nothing, just walking into the room, crouching and looking at his son in the eye.

"I'm going to die." He repeated.

A hand slapped his face, and he awoke with a start, nearly falling off the chair in the process. "What the hell?" Envy growled, blinking and looking up into a pair of steel blue eyes.

Dante.

She looked at him, the suit of armor and Winry, who was holding the sheets in front of her. Dante gave her an odd smile, and then looked at Envy.

"Edward Elric is on his way." She said with a purr, and Envy heard the girl gasp from the other side of the room.

"Brother?" Alphonse said quietly, orbs widening.

Dante turned to him and smiled, "Yes, you will be reunited with your beloved brother soon enough," She looked at Winry and smiled, "And you…You and I have some business to attend."

She sauntered over to the girl, and Envy growled at her. He stood, going to Alphonse and hoisting him over his shoulder. He knew what had to be done with him.

Looking over, the sin saw Dante sit on the bed, then run her hand over Winery's delicate lips. The girl was trembling, and her eyes were wide. Dante trailed her hand down her lips and to her chest. "So lovely." The witch spoke to herself, then smiled and stood, holding out her hand to Winry. The mechanic tentatively took her hand, and that's when Dante noticed her arm, which had a giant gash in it.

Her eyes tightened, and she looked at Envy.

"What is this?"

The sin shrugged, "She got out of hand."

"You know perfectly well why I brought her here!" Dante snapped, hand clenching into a fist.

Envy rolled his eyes, turning away from her, "You're voice is starting to grate on my nerves, master." The sin said this mockingly of course, and as he walked out of the room he chuckled under his breath.

"W-what are you going to do with me?" Alphonse asked, his voice surprisingly calm.

Envy grinned, "That's a surprise. And you wouldn't want to ruin the surprise, now would you?"

The Elric sighed in annoyance, and Envy pushed open the doors to the grand ball room. Dante had spent little time changing the whole mansions layout and design, something Envy found to be pointless. But she did like things to look extravagant and grand, the perfect theater for her puppet show he supposed.

As he walked past the giant transmutation circle, Envy couldn't stop thinking about his dream. Well, his memory. That sometimes happened when he would sleep. He would recall the life he had as a human, or at least as he liked to call it, Williams life.

Envy's pupils turned to slits as he thought of those horrible memories.

"Where am I going?" Alphonse asked.

Envy pushed through another pair of swinging doors, and tossed him to the ground in a large, lavish room. Gluttony sat at a table, a worried expression etched on his face and his finger in my mouth. Envy was surprised the chair could hold up the man's weight. He then wondered who on earth would want to resurrect someone so stupid and disgusting back to life.

"Yo, fat man!" Envy called out, dumping Al to the floor and grinning when he heard the large clank. He saw Gluttony look his way, "Watch the tin can for a little while." He grinned, then turned to leave.

"Wait!" Alphonse called out, looking up at the sin from the ground. Envy stopped, looking down at him with a raised eyebrow, "What do you plan on doing?"

Envy chuckled, "I already told you, it's a surprise."

"No," Al said firmly, "What do you plan to do to my brother?"

He stopped laughing, his eyes growing tight and his grin turned menacing. Oh, there were just so many things Envy wanted to do to Edward Elric, he didn't know where to start. He had waited such a long, long time for this; his mouth was almost drooling at the thought of killing the alchemist.

His little brother.

"You'll see soon enough."

Winry sat at the vanity in what she guessed was Dantes room. The woman was brushing her hair, and Winry couldn't stop her shaking. She knew the woman sensed this, because she had this pleased smirk on her face that made Winry shake even more.

The master, as the homunculie liked to call her, has dressed Winry's wound, bathed her, and not was brushing her hair, like she was some sort of doll. Winry found the process to be so strange, and frightening, that she had not protested, in fear of what the witch might do to her.

The mechanic knew why she was doing this.

She's going to take my body, just like Lust said.

Leaning down, Dante placed her face next to Winry's and looked at their reflection in the mirror.

"So lovely, no wonder Edward loves you." Dante smiled, standing then going to her extremely large closet. "Now, we have to put on our best dresses…" Dante said almost to herself, looking at all the colorful fabric and tapping a finger to her chin.

She was beyond scared. The shaking had begun to worsen, and Winry hugged her arms around herself, closing her eyes and willing herself not to cry. She wondered why she had been so stupid, why she had let Envy take her here so easily. She knew why though, it's because she wanted to see him.

But it had all been a big mistake.

Please, please someone help me.

She thought of Edward, thought of how the last time they spoke he was so angry. She thought of how much he loved her, and how unfair to him she had been. Envy didn't love her, he probably never had, and she should have just given up on him after what happened.

In her mind, she saw him. He was so strange and unnatural, so dangerous. It's like…What Sheska had said, about the homunculie spreading rumors about the stone. How it was dangerous. Winry remembered saying herself that the danger is what draws people in.

Maybe that was it. Maybe that was why she was so drawn to him, when she saw him there was a spark of sorts. It was unnatural and wrong on so many levels. But Winry knew her love for him was true.

But at that moment, she wished it wasn't. She wished she had never met the creatures she had come to love, and she wished she had never met the sin she called Envy.

And besides, he had forgotten about her…Had forgotten…

She raised her head, opening her eyes and looked at Dante, who had laid a fine looking purple dress out on her large four poster bed. Winry had stopped shaking, and was standing now, wearing only a thin robe. Her hands were the only thing trembling, but more out of anger than fear.

"What did you do to him?"

Her voice cut through the room like a knife.

Dante looked up at her, surprised she had spoken.

"Did what to whom?" The alchemist asked, a small smirk forming on her lips.

Winry narrowed her eyes, "Don't play dumb, what have you done to Envy?"

She had to know. She had to know this before she died.

Dante then began to laugh, began to cackle like the witch she was. She through her head back and then her laughing ceased. She stopped her laughter as abruptly as it began.

"I have been around for centuries," Dante's voice was hollow, "I began living this way with my lover, who you know as Hohenhiem, Edwards's father…" Looking back down at Winry, Dante moved closer, taking one step. Winry held her ground. "We used the power of the Philosophers stone to swap from one body to another, to gain immortality."

Winry held her breath, and then began to feel slightly woozy. It hit her at once, and she suddenly felt tired.

"I became with child…With Hohenhiems child…"

The room began to spin.

If she and Edwards father had a child, then that would mean…

"His name was William," She took another step forward, "And he was lovely, his hair and eyes shone of gold as his fathers, and I loved him all the time." Her eyes narrowed, "But William died."

She felt her heart move into her throat as the room shifted between her feet.

"Envy is the result of the failed transmutation of our son, a creation of Hoenhiem."

Dante was right in her face now, she could feel her cold breath tickling her nose.

"Envy was the very first homunculie, created four centuries ago."

Winry shook her head, trying to focus.

"B-but…" She was crying now, tears stinging her eyes, "That would make him…"

Dante smirked, "That's right, Envy is my son, and the Elric boys' half brother. Envy had always been at my side, and he will stay that way. For now, and forever."

Now she knew. Now she knew why Envy had the same smile as Edwards dad, and why they reminded her so much of each other. It all made sense. Even Envy's hatred for Edward. And to Dante, Envy was all she had left.

"He left you," Winry got some of her strength back, and narrowed her eyes at the witch, "For Ed and Als mom. He left you and when you thought Envy was going to leave too you-"

Dante grabbed her throat. Winry gasped, and struggled to breath. Desperately Winry grabbed at the womans' hand, but it was no use, for some reason she was losing her strength. She watched as Dante raised a hand, and placed it to Winry's forehead.

"It seems the mixture of herbs I put in your bath is beginning to take effect," The witch's voice was no more than an echo, "Now, why don't we make you a bit more obedient?" Dante's smirk seemed to contort, as did the whole room.

Please, someone help me.

Winry's mind started to become blank, her eyes nearly lifeless. She rapidly began to panic, and then slowly calm down. She felt very tired, her eyes drooping slightly and her body going numb.

"E-Envy…" She whispered.

Then her mouth closed, and she was suddenly weightless, without a care in the world.

Edward, Lust and Sloth made their way down the elevator, which couldn't seem to go any goddamn slower to the alchemist.

He tapped his foot impatiently, and tensed when it finally stopped. Before opening the iron doors, he took a deep breath, turning to the others.

"Are you ready?" He looked to Lust and Sloth, whose faces were masks of calm.

Sloth gave him a nod, and Lust merely looked into his eyes.

"Alright, here we go." Edward opened the doors, stepping out and accessing the room. It was merely a long hallway to what appeared to be a house…No it was bigger than a house.

"This way."

Lust and Sloth were already ahead of him, walking straight down the hall. Edward frowned and caught up with them.

From down the hall, Edward could faintly hear music…

He stopped, as did the others. "Did you hear that?" He asked, looking at both of the homunculie.

He didn't need for them to confirm. He had definitely heard music. The alchemist looked straight ahead to the large double doors. With a determined glow in his amber eyes, Edward walked down the hall in brisk strides, taking a deep breath as the music continued to get louder.

"I'm here for you now, Winry."

Yeah, it's coming to a close~ I wonder what will happen~~~~~~~~~ sdfghjhgfdsdfghjkhgfd *passes out at lap top*

Envy: Well hopefully, me and the little gearhead will finally fu-

*Winry throws a wrench at his head*