Chapter 6:
Chaos Theory
Miles might look like an Ishvalan but he'd been raised in Amestris just because he had their trade mark physical appearance didn't make him an Ishvalan. Apparently having a young handsome face made you popular in the press.
She'd learned that from the television she can't watch it but she dose here it. The tidbits of information did little to ease this sense of restlessness. This wasn't exactly what she'd been expecting honestly. Beads of sweat dripped down her back.
"The damn floor its so fucking cold," she wasn't one to complain it wasn't as if their was someone here listening either. Had she been here before? It smelt familiar that's true.
No one but her imagine friend in her mind, to be honest she wasn't entirely sure if it's real or not. Perhaps she's hallucinating perhaps the red stones were mixed with some sort of drug. Humans stink this room is no exception.
It smells of wood, water, mud and has a new shoe type of smell. A pungent odor that tells her this is real, that this is happening. That she let her enemies capture her perhaps that's why no one is cutting her yet.
They were charging her for war crimes, impersonating, manipulation on a wide international scale. So far no one had come to her yet. One hand underneath her chin the other scanning the darkness around her.
She could make out more then just shapes she`s in a tall room with a wide stage theirs a large cage around her. A human would see nothing but darkness in here the glow from the television in the dark played several programs.
Hes one of them a soldier working for the people who slaughtered his kin. Idiots all of them these humans theirs no way humanity actually forgave each other. The thought came from her she actually wanted this to be true deep down at the fore front of her mind.
Whats more important is whats wrong with her. She hadn't been feeling well the truth is she at first had thought Wrath had been Edward. It had taken her a moment to figure it out she knew mostly because she saw his face almost every day.
He'd been there when she tore her stone from her chest. Be strong she told herself don't let the humans make you weak. Truthfully she didn't feel weak she felt as if her insides had been scooped out. She stood at the edge of a white line.
Make a choice but she just couldn't at that time it seemed impossible. Now the idea hit her theirs no way that would have happened. No one needed a recap of this humans and homunculus weren't made to work together.
Yet he'd been able to do it she had done it. Mustang probably danced on the spot or stomp that stupid monkey probably couldn't dance if his life depended on it. Taking your own life isn't a forgettable act. Even now its born there plastered into every move she makes.
She sits their squatting staring out into the mist. She can hear a child like laugh in the background the humanoid form of herself only the face is unreadable. Theirs fog and smoke and somewhere a song is playing people are laughing.
Its a copy of herself the body type continues to change it`s talking to her but she can`t here it. Her God what ever its trying to tell her it falls on deaf ears. Why is it so persistent she can't remember before only what Master told her.
Other then the roar and the amount of tangled souls around her no ones here yet. The light from the telivion creates dark shadows and a light violent bright light. Hands reaching for her and moaning trying to claw their way free.
Her hand its burning the smell of cooked meat, Mustangs eyes the rage in mass tangled trapped unable to tell one from another. Mustang lost in it being torn apart a neutral feeling rose in her chest.
She listened imagine what he felt at that moment well she didn't have to be imagine. Being torn apart that had happened to her before. Her body torn and eaten like she had the other mindless bodies that the humans had made.
"Dammit," she cursed coming out of her own thought where are the humans? Whats taking them so bloody long. She could imagine Mustang marching down the path he'd be more then a little happy to burn her alive.
The core or knotted souls the fuel that kept her growing. A mindless empty container the same could have been said about herself. Father had always told her that their energy now nothing more living the last moments of their lives.
It had amused her to watch Edward talk to them as if they could understand. He'd always been inferior but not bad for a human. He actually froze in mid attack it amused her to no end. How weak, how pathetic she could never be that weak.
It`s his fault he`s the one who did this to her. But she had basically allowed the humans to capture her. She hadn't put up a fight why? These humans didn't realize what they had or most of them didn't. She didn't want to think she didn't want to feel.
She didn't want this but its happening anyways she should have just kept on going. Gone somewhere else but where? Its not as if she could have a job be a normal... a normal what? Human? Did she really feel the need to be human that much.
Yes that's what she wanted herself to be human she wanted needed so much. The thought came reluctantly desperate like the gunshot she used to kill that idiot human. The one that caused Mustang to burn her over and over.
That human had been a loud whinny person he spat when he talked idiot if he had such important people he should have done nothing and lived. He had figured it out it had been too early for the plan not that it worked either.
Grinding her teeth together she lets out a huff normally she didn't get cold. But her body didn't seem to be liking her that much. Well fuck it she didn't need that either her body what ever she could just come back when she died.
The thought repulsed her it also brought the feeling of rage. She decided she hates this place her hands cling at the bars roughly shoulders tense in agitation. These bars didn't look too tough nor did they look that impressive either.
Standing up the hours move she can tell by the clicking of a clock it goes on and on for how long she's not sure but a day or more has passed at least. She can tell that much most of the time she's quite. Humanity greatest sin a chuckle escaped her like a whistle but harsher she snapped her teeth together.
Human her? The thought had followed her around and she had become perfectly still faking sleep she's probably being watched. Sleep is another thing she normally avoided people cannot stab you if your awake.
Settling their it felt cold against her hand like the knife she had carried. Envy remembered killing her first human. It had been dark at night the man worked for the Amestris Military she had cut open his throat spilled it on the floor.
He had died quickly too quickly Father hadn't been happy. But Edward every time she thought of her memories. The image haunted her his eyes haunted her like an annoying itch she couldn't scratch. Your loosing it she told herself.
Gone mad they had ruined her, destroyed how she had been before. That's why she'd taken her life she couldn't deal with Edward knowing. But why did he matter so much to her the human and her had crossed swords.
More then once they didn't exactly get along really they had gotten in a few fights. He had been clever and smart. A part of her had admired him he'd always been smart a good enemy. She hated him too at first hated him for making her hesitate memories or fake memories as they said plagued her.
Dark spectral phantoms when had she gotten superstitious never. The humans couldn't even be bothered to point the screen at her properly. The entire area is deserted she ran her hand over to her thigh where they had disrupted the flow of her shifting.
It ached like a burning fire her body felt like it's on fire ever sense her return. Doubt for Father had left her internally and outwardly conflicted. Sure she isn't a saint but humanity isn't either just thinking about the Ishvalan war usually sends her into a violent outbursts.
Because honestly the image it self is a blur of rage she remembers the power the high that she felt. The blood beneath her hands as the humans screamed in terror their bodies broken beneath her. She'd enjoyed her fair share of power.
She bloody enjoyed causing pain to them and now theirs nothing its a high she can stomach. A quite that reaches the core of her self she doesn't want to admit it. That she feels a new found conscious for the things that she did in the name of her Father.
Is that it Edward had brought it on she couldn't get his idiot face out of her mind. That`s the true problem the human had broken her. Before she had been perfect the very description of a powerful Homunculus.
But why did his opinion matter so much it had happened when he said he finally understood. The reason why she had done what she did. Humanity they had everything they got to live in the sun while she`d never be able.
Monster don't live in the light they live in the dark. For that is what she is her nature makes it so breathing heavily the cold air chills her cold body. Staring into the dark lost in thought she props her shoulder against the base of the cage.
Her skin is paler then usual clinging at the bars of the cage did she want to be killed? Is that why she came out of the shadows? Well that hadn't been her own choice she had done that accidentally. What would have happened if she'd put up a fight.
The humans could have killed her is that what she had wanted? To fight and kill humans the 'inferior' beings Father told her they were. And she wanted to be one so badly she killed them because of it took the things they loved from them.
It gave her a sense of purpose a feeling of strong emotions if its their physical objects job career anything really. So as long as she can tear and bite she feels good but she hadn't been capable of doing that lately.
Something she couldn't name made her stop and think. Stop and think why? Whats the point of all of this? Why bother nothings going to change anyways so she might as well accept it. But then why is she here of all places.
Humans their a complicated bunch but she is just lost in her thoughts. A camotion outside makes her flinch as the door is ripped open loudly. With a sharp bang someone is breathing heavily the lights are flickered on.
"Feed the worm" the voice she knows that voice. Theirs a dozen or more soldiers behind him and Armstrong. She walks passed him like she owned the place this woman had many admires obviously turned to look at her.
They didn't need any introductions her eyes met with Mustang and the two of them locked together. His eyes are cold blacker then the blackest nigh typical of a military dog. But so is her's a rage that connects the two of them together.
Armstrong eyes did not leave him she studied him hand half ways moving to her sword arm to interject. This lady could give him a run for his money but would she help her really? Are they playing good murderous military soldier or what?
This is the Bastard that killed her Lust. An inferior being yes that's it theirs no way she can be human so she might as well make them suffer. All the same she retracts her hands from the cage. "I was wondering when you would show up, human."
Her toy is coy and layered with so much disdain you could chop it up and sell it on the black market. Pretending to scratch her neck she gives him the best sneer possible their eyes locked together. Mustang storms up the path way.
"Your lucky worm, if it was up to me I'd have you whipped, killed, beaten, flogged and or burned I'd bring you back to life and do it again." he shouted at her his voice booming about the room with uncensored rage.
That's funny last she remembered he's the boss isn't he? She ignores him completely a slight maddened chuckle escapes her lips. Probably the wrong thing because he lifts his hand up and Armstrong yanks his arm back knocking him off balance.
"Just leave." Armstrong ordered him giving him a long gaze. She marched up to the front of the cage blocking his view.
His arms and shoulders are shaking trembling with rage. "Get out of my way," he shouts saliva and spit spitting from his lips.
"I thought you wanted justice not revenge, theirs a lot more people hurt then just you Mustang." Miles pushes his way through the group of soldiers who look up at him respectfully. Envy moves back surprised focused completely on the people around him.
Theirs no look of suspicion or hate on their faces she realizes some of them are even Ishvalan how could they? Taken off by surprised she stares at the man who stops in front of her. "Besides hasn't their been enough suffering in our lifetime do you really think killing her will end it?"
His words reminded her of Edwards and Miles turned to face Mustang. "You and my people have made strides in the right direction. What if its possible for her she came along without fighting." Possible for what? The thought came to her these humans they need her for something.
"Shut up! That's not possible," Mustang raged on his jaws opening and flattening she watched him hands curled into fists. Just what she was thinking the same thing theirs no way she could ever forget what he had done.
"Theirs no way she should ever be let out of a cage I forbid it."Mustang snarled his tone high pitched and raged. Some of the soldiers stepped back she heard mention of Hawkeye in the background and one of the soldiers disappeared.
"Your not in charge of what happens to her remember that Mustang your only here as a curtsey and you better leave soon. I'm in charge of protecting our guest while she's in our custody." Scolded Mustang in a matter of fact way.
She snapped her fingers a man in a white coat a man in a white coat. Panic burned in her eyes and she moved to the center of the cage eyes locked on him. This man had burns on his face Doctor Marcoh he's smiling at her.
Its not a friendly one, "You look good in a cage Homunculus." Suddenly without warning Armstrong springs withdrawing her sword.
"The council will decide her punishment Marcoh I understand you were kept as a prisoner under her care before." the man stopped he's breathing hard his hands were shaking. "I trust you will not let these feelings alter your judgment."
He brushes her off becoming statue like in his movements a twitch spasms his bottom lip. "We'll get the truth out of you." it sounded like a vow. How dramatic really a waste of space she'd tell him that but she didn't want more people after her throat.
Her tone is brisk and to the point Envy narrows her eyes at him. She wasn't sure if she's talking to Marcoh or Mustang who lingered on behind him. "How dose it feel Homunculus to be in a cage." Marcoh demanded.
"Nothing new humans love to keep Homunculus in cages," her tone is cold and indifferent. What she could judge from those memories if they were memories. She'd spent more then a few years in a cage or months at least.
She didn't like this didn't like that they are both here. She'd rather be burned then for something like that to happen to her. She had treated the Doctor well enough when he had kept her caged she had fed her fetched clothes for him and all sort of odd jobs.
He claps his hands together looking more and more like a creep. Still a smile more like a very twisted sneer it made her eyes appear even more mad. From lack of sleep Armstrong looked concern she didn't make a sound but it was close.
A rage feel bare it made Marcoh freeze for a moment, "Wow that's one ugly face you weren't kidding Mustang," "First things first." Marcoh made the mistake of taking something out of his jacket it's sharp long and needle like.
Her reaction is instant a boiling point, "Do you want to die?" even as she talked Armstrong stopped Marcoh look of confidence faltered. Her hands are just as deadly as any sword her eyes are unafraid from the need of it.
That's not happening she's not having none of it. "Ha you really think you have a say in the matter?" scoffed Marcoh through the exchange Armstrong listened letting Mustang and Marcoh talk. "You think you could kill us without your abilities?"
"See this is the person you want to," Mustang stopped the thought disgusted him, "She'll kill every last human this thing is so god damn ugly it'll probably kill you from what ever alien breed poison it excretes." He looks like a wounded bird with his arm jesters.
It's funny, "Whats so funny Homunculus?" Mustang interrupted he seemed restless she should have cut off his legs. "I like a good joke as much as the next dead man," he yelled at her. Storming up to the front of the cage. "Just one sparks that's all it takes." he seemed calmer now the idea of killing her made him unhinged. She blinked her eyes and found it.
Fire she knew what it felt like. He had brought it to her the flames being hurt that's what had brought these memories to her. Not Edward he wasn't important none of these humans could change. Humans need revenge their stupid creature driven by greed and emotions. That's what had gotten Greed an early recycle because of his greedy choices they should all die.
"Their more then one monster in this room," her tone is indifferent and more mellowed. Oh this she loves this the chaos the rage the fighting. Well not the pain part but the words gave her a high no words could explain.
The effect is imminent Mustang rounds on her, "Yes, but I wouldn't worry too much Homunculus turns out that theirs a lot of people who want you dead. And sense I already killed you already." He rose both of his hands preparing to ignite but stops himself. She could smell it alcohol on his breath his pupils are red and he's barley controlling himself.
He's laughing its a cold chilling laugh. "Your the one who has to worry about going to hell." Mustang spits in his deep cracked up voice. He sounds as if someones smacked him in the head ran him over with a car.
"I knew it humanity is always this way isn't it, it's pathetic," she spoke as if taking about going for a walk with a dog. "Ill take you along with me Mustang," she waved her hand after him. "Bye, bye human,"