Hmm... I dunno seriously. o-o

I blame my newfound insomnia and lack of anything healthy, and my recent change from being on a normal food schedule to switching randomly into a vegetarian without thinking of consequences.

Hell - you should be glad I got of my lazy ass to even start to write the chapter in the first place. Since I have no motivation 'cause I'm so bored and Eon won't stop typing up strange things on his laptop. It's creepy. But whatever, we're both weird so pweh. Also I seem to have been a bit sadistic when I wrote this, so YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Anyways enjoy - the long awaited chapter six.

Disclaimers - I don't own FMA or its characters, I'm poor, but I do own the poem thing in the beginning. :D

Warnings - Roy, Al, Armstrong, Kimbley, Ed, Envy, Wrath, and Greed. Sadism, murder, violence, shounen ai, fluff, gore, and whatever the hell else I can throw in just to spite people who actually read the warnings.

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Death of a Believer

Alternate continuation of chapter 76

Six

Over all its Much Worse

Murder is a terror of a thing

Cold dark hands trailing up and down

Haunting and creeping causing unwanted feelings

Never giving up his newfound

- desirable sensation -

That twisted and turned refusal to be bound

By simple promises of removing all the frustration

To pale dead lips that did not ease the round

Violent eyes searching for damnation.

- oh that sweet emotion -

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Oh no - It wasn't that he was agitated by the fact that this damned fake version of Edward had proposed a game, nor was it the fact that the four people he called to come were uttering nothing worthy of being a true syllable, it was the fact of what type of murder it was, and that the fake had predicted it and had come true. Damn it all. He really had been shocked when he and the four others had gone to the scene of a recent murder of a state alchemist - they had assumed it to be Scar, but were dead wrong upon seeing the body. So wrong. Wrong in so many ways, really they had thought it would be just be a slit throat, or something involuntary. But hell no - the higher forces working this scheme wanted to make it so damn obvious that this murder had been thoroughly enjoyed by the murderer.

It had been a murder and a rape. That was all that summed this situation up. The fake Edward was twisted and cruel, probably laughing somewhere at their expressions, in Roy's eyes. Hell even Roy didn't deserve to see this for all the people he killed in the Civil War years ago. Really.

The victim had been a young boy - blond too - and had had his limbs flayed, and all bodily fluid drained from his body. It was a shock to say that a five year old girl had found the boy still alive to have him convulse and die in front of her. And did the fake care? No he didn't. He didn't care on damn bit.

Roy frowned and then announced, "The game is on." Simply because he knew the fake, and that cross dressing freak, and hyper rat would be watching from somewhere. There was a bitterness in his tone because he wished to believe that this was not true - that even though he knew that the fake was real and this would not end well. Because in the end it was going to end in some sort of death, still it wouldn't be fair to think about that now. He had a wretched little faker to catch and use to get the truth of this whole messed up situation from.

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This was a dream and Edwa - no he could no longer call himself that - after all he was Pride. However he realized slowly this was more of a memory than a dream one of those ones set before the blond homunculus had met Envy.

The blond breaks into cold sweat, his face scrunched up in a pained expression.

The pale wretched looking figure shuddered as he limped forward, willing himself not to slip and fall in the mud, not to break down and cry. But this happened a lot, so it didn't bother him much at all. His whole body numb with a dull throbbing pain that would never recede - that would make his existence heavenly, and that was not to be allowed. He wanted someone - no scratch that anything - to cry his name in pity, to come forth and pull him from the mud and offer him a nice cup of cocoa. Of course that would not happen - no he had no name for anyone to call. He was nothing.

Twisting and turning he let out a muffled cry.

Alone. Alone. He did not want to be alone! Never again - never again in that painful place, that painful past, surrounded by nothing but shadows of people who were to concerned in their own perfect little messed up lies not paying attention to a poor damned soul who -

He was screaming in between sobs this time.

- The strange feel of arms wrapping around his waist took some adjustment to in this black world, when noticed this part wasn't a dream.

The blond opened his golden eyes to find feline violet ones staring down at him. "Chibi-chan... You were having a nightmare?" The blond simply nodded, finding no means to speak. "Then perhaps I should make it go away?" The elder sin didn't wait for a reply, and claimed the blond's lips in his own, in a sweet careful kiss that left the fragile blond creature stare at him in disbelief. Envy was being...? That was new. Really.

He pondered this for a brief moment and decided he was fine with it being this way.

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It's short but whatever.

I got it done, so I'm good. I'm perfectly fine. (:

R & R please and thank you.