I usually never upload a chapter this quickly but since the first one was so small I decided to go ahead and post this one up! Trigger Warning: Mentions of rape and violence.

It was a chilly night, the breeze caught Edward Elric's golden bangs as leaves littered the street he was currently limping down. Each step brought a whole new agony as he did his best to keep his gasps of pain to a minimum, it was supposed to be a simple stroll to headquarters to drop off his late but lengthy paper work. He and Al were only supposed to stay in central for three days then be on their way to the next lead of the philosopher stone, that was the plan. But even he, the famed Fullmetal Alchemist, could not control everything.

Ed leaned against the brick wall of the alley way as he looked up to glare at a beautiful full moon. It was about seven hours ago that Ed told his little brother that he would just run to the colonel bastards office and that he would be right back. Although he had managed to get to Mustangs office and avoid the annoyance of having to talk to him completely Ed was in such a rush that his senses did not catch a strange presence following him. It was when he was only five minutes from centrals best inn that he finally noticed he was being followed.

Not wanting to lead this potentially dangerous stranger to where he and his brother were currently staying Ed stopped and turned sharply only to look up to a sinister looking man staring down at him.

Ed felt a shiver run down his spine, something wasn't right here, this was not just a stranger that wanted to hurt him…something more evil was at play in this man's head.

"To what honor do I have in running into the Fullmetal Alchemist?" The man's voice rang throughout the dimly lit side street, he took a moment to slick back his already greasy hair. His smile made Ed sick as each tooth was as yellow as the man's fingernails and sickly skin. Ed smelled the faint scent of alcohol come from the man's breath that was nearing a little too close for comfort to his face.

Ed kept calm as he collected his words, "and just who are you?" A lame and non-threatening comeback but it would work for now, just to assess the situation.

A smirk in return, "you can call me Sin."

That was the last thing Ed remembered before he woke up with only a dirty sheet covering him, his head pounded as his brain tried to access the pain he felt. He could barely see anything, his senses were overwhelmed with the moldy smell that was close to choking him.

As he gathered what little sense he could out of his current situation Ed grew more and more frantic by the second, he knew he needed to get away- quick. As he moved though he found this task to be near impossible. A scream erupted from his throat as he sat up but was cut short by a cough from nearby, he looked over and saw the same evil man lying on the floor twisted up in a comforter. I have to be quiet.

Ed shut his tear stricken eyes and focused on the task at hand, but despite his desperate attempts to get up and get the hell out of the wretched place that would forever be ingrained in his mind Ed found this task to be more difficult than expected. He had been hurt before, he had been shot, cut, nearly dead even! Ed knew better though, he knew that this wasn't normal pain that you got from a fight. This was sick and twisted and wrong, this wasn't ever supposed to happen to anyone.

Taking a breath, he fought past the pain that held his sanity and most of his psychical functioning hostage and quickly slipped his clothes and shoes on, he found that he could not locate his prized pocket watch but that object suddenly took the lowest priority as Ed heard the man waking. Without any second thought about anything else that was left behind Ed fled the room, thankfully the exit was not far. He was surprised to find that as soon as he opened what looked like the exit door was a ladder. Where the hell am I? With each step up came a whole new wave of agony, it wasn't that Ed couldn't take the pain, it was where the pain was resonating.

It isn't right, this isn't right.

Ed pushed past the thoughts as he finally reached the top of the ladder and lifted the heavy metal door up, they had been in a storm shelter but somehow it was still in the middle of town. As he crawled out of the hole he looked up to see the Inn in which he and Al were staying, he looked back to the storm shelter to find that it was in fact the hotels emergency room in case of storms or any other unlikely event that took place occurred.

Ed shuttered, so he was free, everything was ok and he was ok- but no that wasn't right. None of that was right, it was still dark. If Ed had to guess it was nearing 5AM, too early for anyone to be up.

Where do I go?

It was obvious that Ed had injuries that could likely be fatal if he didn't get them treated soon, even though he hadn't remembered anything of the attack he had a pretty good idea that the bastard had beaten him up fairly well.

He couldn't breathe right, his metal arm was detached from its receptors, his head pounded in what he assumed was a concussion as he was dizzy as well, he had several deep gashes on his flesh arm and to top that all off came the burning pain in his legs and back and…everywhere. He would take near death any day over his current state.

Why didn't he just stop there, he could have just beaten me up and left me for dead. Why did he have to…do that? It was NOT right.

With a shake of the head he banished those thoughts, I don't have time to think that.

Ed, without any real knowledge of where he himself was going, knew that he had to get away from this place. If this man woke up and found him gone odds were that he would come after him. As much as he wanted to wake Al up and get on a train and just go and get the hell out of this place never to return, Ed knew that this had to be dealt with. With each step though, things got foggier and even more confusing than the stupor he woke up in. His eyes widened in realization, I've been drugged.

Every sign was there and taking effect fast,of course I'm drugged, damn, this guy is a little smarter then I gave him credit for…crap, I don't have long- I can barely move as it is an-

"Leaving so soon my Fullmetal Alchemist?"

Ed froze and looked back at the man wielding the scratchy voice, he looked even sloppier then before at this point.

"G-get away! I mean it!" He tried his damndest to keep the fear out of his tone but there was no way in hell he could ever do that. He was scared, he was powerless with his metal arm broken the way it was. He couldn't even reach over and clap his hands together, his ribs had been broken from the beating and Ed knew full and well that they could puncture vital organs if he wasn't careful. He didn't suspect they were all broken but there was no way in hell he would risk internal damage like that.

If I get too hurt then I really will have to go to the hospital and then everyone will know what happened…no one can know. Taken aback by the thought Ed let his guard down one moment too late. Before he could even blink Sin had made his move, at what seemed like lightning speed he was behind Ed in an instant.

Grabbing the hood to his signature red jacket he pulled Ed back and let out a whisper, "did you think I would let you get away so easily? No one can save you and unless you want me to hurt you even more you are going to come with me."

It was then that Ed felt a gun pressed to his back, "you…you think I care about getting shot? I've come back from worse I assure you."

Even though he couldn't see the man's face Ed somehow knew he was smirking, this guy was not bluffing in the slightest and so with one swift movement Edward ripped his arms out of the sleeves of his thankfully oversized coat and, with teeth gritted, brought his hands together to form a massive wall between him and Sin.

To his dismay a red glow appeared in the middle of the wall and spread until the material Ed used was completely disintegrated. "A… philosopher stone? You're an alchemist?"

Sin smirked, "I dabble, the stone does all my bidding though, of course It's no real deal stone but it works wonders in situations like these…I just hate when my prey thinks it can get away."

"No…get away. Get away from me!" Ed knew it was in vain but he figured if he made a scene that was loud enough and easy to see then someone, anyone would come to his aid.

With another painful clap of hands Ed created a massive cannon even bigger than the one he had managed to create the day he battled against Roy Mustang. He didn't expect this guy to just get blasted, in fact Ed knew that as soon as he made the cannon Sin would likely destroy it just as fast but that was not what happened.

Ed sighed in what was almost relief as the cannon went off and he watched and heard as the man was hit, the relief turned into unfiltered fear as Ed saw the red glow once more. Sin had somehow made the material disappear before it could cause any real damage to himself.

"That was quite impressive Fullmetal Alchemist, I cannot tell you what an honor it is to see every side of you."

Ed's blood ran cold at the statement, he knew this was a hopeless act, he knew that all this fighting was in vain and yet he couldn't bring himself to give up. This wasn't life or death though, if he gave up now he would once again be violated. If he had his pick then there was no doubt that he would just pick death over everything that took place in the past 24 hours. Aside from all that he was also losing blood from the reopening of the gashes that littered his arm, the blood was oozing away taking his vision and most of his senses with it.

No…it's going to happen again and that can't happen…it can't happen again. I won't let it happen again.

Despite the blood loss, nearing unconsciousness and unimaginable pain Ed did the last thing he knew he was capable of. With a confident glare in his golden eyes and a final desperate clap of hands Ed put both palms on the road in front of him and focused on his transmutation, the street cracked and contorted into a single pillar that went up in the air for miles. Anyone that knew Ed and his alchemy would know exactly where he was.

The sound of the transmutation should have waken everyone in a two mile radius up at the least…I can only hope I was close enough to somebody that will care.

With that Ed collapsed on the ground with no other ability to protect himself, completely vulnerable to the threat that was walking towards him.

It is kind of weird to write Ed as being so fragile in this chapter and I promise I will stay true to his personality but given the episodes of his more intense situations such as Laboratory 5 (FMA or FMA Brotherhood) or his encounter with Barry the Butcher (FMA) I figured that the personality he has in this chapter does fit his distressed tone. However! Any criticism is welcome as well as comments, I'm hoping to post chapters on a weekly basis but we will see how that goes.