Short, yes, and you know why?

Because it's a prologue! This is an Ed bashing fic that had been bugging me for awhile, and I want to know if anybody wants me to continue. Review

Disclaimer (only once every story): I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist and all its characters. However, I do own the plot for this story and the bad guys.

Edward Elric didn't know what time it was. He felt numb all over. His arms were chained to the wall, away from each other, to ensure that he wouldn't use his alchemy. But that wouldn't be necessary. The Fullmetal Alchemist was already too exhausted and beaten to even recognize what kind of material the floor was. His eyesight was blurry. His head hurt. Edward tasted blood in his mouth; he had swallowed a fair amount of his own when the kidnap bastards jumped him on the street. His hair was no longer in a braid; it was hanging down, covering his face. He was still wearing his red coat and all the other usual clothes, except for his gloves. He had torn them off to transmute his right hand. Of course, it did not help much. Edward didn't think his enemies would be so strong they nearly chopped off his right arm. His left was completely broken. His right leg felt numb.

"He's up," a deep voice said. "What do we do? Give him another dose?"

"Nah," another voice answered, this one gruff. "The pip-squeak will be fine even if we don't. Too much of that can make him too drowsy for our work to be done."

"That's another five weeks, Norton."

"Best starting from now. You know how long it takes for victims to get over the drug. One dose every two days. High Lord's order, not mine."

Edward lifted his head weakly. He dimly saw two figures standing in front of him, one the size of Izumi's husband, the other like a stick. Their faces were shadowed, so he couldn't see them. His head was pounding. Edward wished the pain would go away. But of course, it didn't.

Somebody seized his chin, forcing him to look upward. Edward looked into crimson eyes, red as freshly-spilled blood. "He wasn't so hard to jump, huh? And after all those talks around him, we'd thought we're dealing with the Fuhrer," chuckled the gruff voice.

"Malice," said the deep one warningly, "remember the High Lord's orders. He needs the boy fresh." The hand holding Edward's chin pulled away. He let his head loll forward. His headache was getting worse. It was all he could do not to let out a pitiful moan. The two characters before him argued some more, then Edward heard footsteps getting farther away, and then nothing.

The Fullmetal Alchemist had a moment to regret before unconsciousness claimed him entirely. His last thought was, Al!

So? How was it? Should I continue it?

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