Part 1: Darkness

Chapter 3: Rolling Waves

My eyes open to complete darkness as I slowly start to move with the floor. I try to move my head, but something seems to block my path on both sides. My arms and legs are bounded by what feels like rope, and I can feel a slight cold collar around my neck. I try to squint, but a piece of fabric seems to be blocking any sort of eye movement.

I made an atempt to calm down through slow breathing and reassurance, but my mind was buzzying with anxity and aticipation. I have no clue where I am or how I even got here. I don't know how my body ended like this. I don't remember much of anything to be competely honest. However, there is one thing that I do know: Edward Elric is hurt and it's all because of me.

Just like that a hurd of memories fill the darkness, yet, they were not as warm as before. I can vividlly see the bruises that cover the younger boy's body, his screams as his once loving father kicks him. That last look he gave me, it was full of sympathy, as if he was saying sorry. The warmth I once felt has long faded. However, the hope that once stood still resides inside me.

At first, I hated this room and for a good reason too. Part from the crammed space that I was placed in, you could feel and smell the moldyness from just the floor. Not to mention, there was a constand bitter breeze which hit the lower part of my back, every few mintues.

Through for some odd reason, after a while, the small space starts to evolve into a somewhat more comfortable room. Yeah, the air might smell like dead fish(don't ask how I know what that smells like), and the floor is a bit damp. And I can't forget my new enemy, the birds outside, who love to scream their hearts out. Yet, it gives the room character, and I might as well get use to that. Who knows how long I'm going to stay here.

The next forty-five mintues(I think it was forty-five minites) were spent in a welcoming silence. It felt different from the silence back at home. Yes, it was a bit suspenseful due to the fact that I was bounded up and all. However, I don't have that same type of fear. Well it was, until a loud shout was heard form outside the room.

"Hey! Let go of me!"

My head shot up quickly and my leaned foward as if it was begging me for an answer. My first thought was, "EDWARD?!", but the voice was way to high for that.

I lower my face down to the floor, hoping that by listening to the sound of their steps I could make out who screamed and where they are. As I expected, they're two sets of feet. One is bigger and heavier than the other, and the smaller one seems to be louder as if it were crying out in pain. It does take a genius to know that they're heading towards me.

I push myself into my previous position and adjust my back to the cold wall. As they open the door, I relax my body. I don't want them to realize I'm awake, who knows what they'll do to me.

Mulitiple sounds are awaken when the two figures enter the room. First, a blood curltaling scream, followed by a thud so loud that it would make a nuclear bomb jealous. Next, the clancking of chains come from the other side of the room. Lastly, a gurgling noise that echos.

"Well now, aren't you a little whiny bitch." A deep gruff voice lets out a breathy chuckle. Then the person shuffles "I swear if limbs over there is as stuburn as you, I might end up killing someone."

My body freezes at the sound of the person shuffling towards me. Their breath was heavy, probably from stuggling with the other person, and their steps were weighted with a strong feeling of bloodlust.

The figure stops and I can hear a faint whisper I stop moving after the figure started shuffling towards. I know he was coming after me. Without wasting another second, the man kneels down and roughly removes the cuffs. Once he had brought me to my feet, he pushed me into a hard surface, probably a wall.

"Well how about that!" The man exclaims with a gruff voice. "Looks like limbs knows how to behave. Maybe I should have the Doc go easy on him." With that, he jurks my hair backwards and I let out a small scream. I hear a chuckle and we both exit.

Although the man didn't remove the cloth from my eyes, I could still make out certains figures. Not to mention the hallway was filled with a bunch of whispers and little voices. Unforntualy I couldn't make out any thing for it seemed as if they were speaking another language.

We came to a halt at a, what I presumed to be, a large door. The man leans in, so close that I could smell his fish breathe, and knocks on the door three time. The sound was sound loud that a banshee would be envious. I bet the banshee would hate to look at him too.

I was so absorbed with my joke that I almost didn't notice that the guy had let go of me. Keyword is almost. I tilt my head, trying to see though the cloth. The only information I got was hearing the jaggle of keys. A part of me wishes I was strong enough to take out this guy. If I could take out him, then I could have saved Edward from Father.

My mood instantly changes at the thought of what happened to Edward. I can't imagine someone ripping that smile off his beautiful face, or to think that his Father could be beating him senseless because of me. Why couldn't I have been stronger? Why did I have to be so usless? Maybe Father was right about me?

The instance waves of thoughts were interupted by the man. Well there goes my chances of escape. The man shoves into the room and quickly slams the door behind him. I stand there, dumbfound, and hoping that who ever is in this room was nicer than the male figure.

As if reading my thoughts, a very faint hum followed by a creak was made on the left side of me. I turn my head towards the weird noise, my action was replied was form of a giggle. Oh great. This should be fun. All of a sudden, a felt a warm breathe on my neck, the figure removes the cloth.

At first, my vision went blurry due to the sudden exposure of light. Then my nose picks up the scent of alcohol, not the kind for drinking but the kind you use on wounds. Once my vision had cleared, I notice a bed in the right hand cornor. Next to it was a cabinet litter with varies bottle and viles.

I glide over to the cabinet to get a closer look. There was a sink filled with different types of body parts and a rusty color of water. Next to the sink was a document, I think it said Envy. As I start to reach for it a person taps my shoulder.

My head quickly turns to only lock eyes with eyes that are a dark shade of purple. I immediatly start to sweat and my forehead starts to crease. Oh god! I'm screwed! was the express I protrayed.

All of a sudden the eyes back away to revale a tall female with wavy black hair. I start to back into the cabinet, and the girl just smiles and starts to walk towards again. When she gets close to arm-lenght, my head immediatly sheild my head as they use to with Father.

But as I start to panic, a soft voice fills my head and arms are wraps around my back. "Shhh...Calm down little one. The guard is gone and one is watching but me. I promise not to hurt you."

My heart rate increases with my breathing. As much as I want to fear and hate this new person, she has a calming aura arounf her. She gives that same relief that Edward had gave me, the same relaxed and loving emotion.

The girl begins to stroke my hair gently. "Which one are you?" I look up in confusion and my head tilts.

She sighs then repeats her question. I also respond with the same as I had before. She shakes her head and lets go. Then she moves me to the bed.

I position myself so that my legs dangle off the side and my elbows rest on my knees. What had the girl meant? How should I know who I am when I raised in a cage? Father never really said I had a purpose, in fact, he always claimed that I was a failed experiment. Is that what she ment? Is there something I don't know?

Before I comtemplate any further, a cup was placed into my hand. I raise my eyebrow as I look up to the girl. She pets my hair and tells me to drink. I take a closer look to see that the cup was filled witg water. But the only sink in this room was the one in the cabinet.

"I know what your thinking and no. The water isn't from the sink. I have a faucet in the next room." Her finger points to a door in the left cornor.

I give her a nod, then engulf the drink. The female leans against the cabinet and smiles again.

"I'm Lust by the way." There was a pause, but she contiues "What is your name?"

I give a 'didn't you read the paper' look. When I realize that she still wants a answer I respond with a steady voice.

"My names Envy... Nice to meet you Lust." Her eyes lit up with excitment.

"Interesting. Well Envy, this is where I give you your check up. Once I'm finished you can go back to your room." I nod. Grrreeeaattt. Guess I'm should enjoy this 'freedom' while I have the chance.

Her eyes cloud with doubt at my reaction. "It's not so bad here. Just be glad you don't start training for a week."

"Training? Why would I need training"

"Yes, we want to make sure you can defend yourself. Can't have a soldiers with no skills." I give her a confused look.

"Don't worry about it. I got it skip it because Dr. Marco is sick." I sigh. Lust just brings the equiment over. "Lest just get this over with. Shalk we."

Author's Note: Guess Who's Back