Warning! This fanfiction will cover, and describe, in some detail, torture, rape, self-harm, suicide, and lots of angst. Don't read if this offends/disturbs you. If you read it anyways, please don't complain about it. You can always read another fanfiction.

No pairings, but Parental!Roy and brotherly fluff later on.

I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist, but I wish I did.

He was running through the streets, his bare feet splashing through the puddles that littered the ground. It must have rained last night, but he wasn't surprised that he didn't notice. Even if the building hadn't been soundproofed, he doubted he would have been able to hear anything else beyond the screaming.

"You're going to tell me today, aren't you?"

He had to get away.

"Are you doubting how long you can keep this up?

He couldn't go back.

"I told you, even if you did survive…"

Get away.

"...nobody would want you back."

Get away!

"You're worthless."

GET AWAY!

There was a pothole in the ground and his whirling, panicked brain could barely process where he was going, not saying anything about where he was putting his feet. He felt himself unbalance as his flesh leg dipped into the street and he tumbled forward, unable to keep himself up. He hissed as he felt the skin on his foot tear open on the rough edges of the cement and he threw out his hand to stop his fall, scraping up his palm.

There was a loud splash as he fell head-first into a puddle and then went quiet as he lay there, breath coming in frantic gasps, muscles shivering with exertion. After even a few days of locked in a cell, his muscles had weakened and even this far of a run was a stretch. And the wounds inflicted on his body further damaged his plan of escape; every cut, bruise, and...other injuries were stinging and throbbing, his entire body alight with pain. He couldn't move...but he had to get away!

"Which way did he go?"

"Check down every alley! We must find him!"

Panic flared in his chest as he heard all too familiar voices calling from the edges of the streets. He raised his head and shakily got to his feet, grimacing as pain shot through his foot. He didn't look down - any more wounds could put a dent in his moral and it was important that he stayed strong. This could be his only chance.

Taking a deep breath to try and calm his fluttering heartbeat, he turned away from the voices and started to run again, trying to ignore the agony that was spreading through his leg.

"There he is!"

They found me! He didn't look back, only hastened his pace, desperately trying to escape the voice and the footsteps behind him. He had to get away! He couldn't go back there!

The cell was dark and damp and bloodstains littered the floor. The rusted chains binding his limbs were cold and sent shivers crawling up his body. He heard the distant sound of a creaking door and flinched. Fear crawled in his stomach, wondering what torment he would go through next.

All of a sudden, there was a loud bang and something small plunged into his shoulder, the force of its flight sending him sprawling forward. He felt his shoulder blade break from the bullet and he couldn't help but let out a scream from the pain.

A weight smashed down on his back and he felt something cold and solid press against his back.

"Don't move," the voice snarled, "Or I'll pump you full of lead."

He froze, knowing that that wasn't an empty threat and even death wouldn't save him - the man holding the gun was extremely adept using that weapon and knew exactly how to shoot not to kill. He would know, he'd been faced by the barrel of that gun enough times.

He had failed. He had tried to get away, but he had failed. Images flashed through his head, of the dark, damp cell, of the silver gun and the bloodstained knife. The world he would return to. And the world he would not. He felt tears collecting in his eyes as he saw his brother looking down at him and a dark-haired man, his arms crossed across his chest. He had failed them...he would never see them again.

He heard the sound of a second set of footsteps, heavier then the man on his back. In his field of vision, he suddenly saw a man, thick headed with a mangled nose, with stubble lining his face and messy brown hair. His exhales smelled of smoke and rot and everything that the boy hated and feared. A smile lit up his face.

"Thought you could escape, could you? Well, I'll have you know that things will be worse from now on. Breath the fresh air, Fullmetal Alchemist. It might be the last time you ever do."

And there's the first chapter! I have no idea when I'll update this, this was just an idea that I had and I don't have much of a plot in mind right now. Hopefully I'll get one.

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