Edward stumbled out of the tavern around midnight with quite the pathetic grin on his face, and to all who dared to be out at such an hour, it was more than obvious he was completely and utterly wasted. But Edward could care less, the warmth was bubbling inside of him, and he could hardly contain himself, so what if he looked stupid, he felt great. He made a mental note to stop at the drug store to buy some alcohol for the train ride to Resembool in the morning, but for now he sluggishly made his way back to his one bedroom apartment.

Edward had made it about a block from his house, crossing between an alleyway, when without warning his breath was stolen from his lungs and he was pushed to the ground. He felt a pair of ragged hands push him down further, and he tried to scream out, but found his mouth to be covered by one of the assailant's filthy hands. Ed retched at the stench, and forced himself to bite the hand. There was a shout, and he was free! Ed sluggishly stood, clapped his hands, and transmuted his automail arm into a blade. He ran at the attacker and raised his weapon to attack him, only to have his automail arm grabbed by the elbow, and him hoisted high above the ground painfully.

"Lemme go you bas-bastard!" Ed forced out of his drunken lips. The attacker only laughed at his attempt, and pulled harder at the automail.

Edward didn't even have a moment to take a breath, before the assailant ripped his automail out of its port. He tried to scream again, but all that came out was a breathless whine. He could hardly breathe; he was in so much pain. His vision was blurring, and he could tell he was about to pass out. He crumpled to the ground and took in quick rapid breaths, trying to get his drunken mind to think properly. Ed tilted his head upwards in a vain attempt at trying to get a decent look at the perpetrator, however his vision just kept swimming.

"Wh- Why 'er you doin' this?" Ed slurred, but was only greeted with pain as the assailant forced him to the ground and started ripping at his clothes.

"Ge-Gettoff me!"

"Stop! No!"

"I-I said getta way!"

Then there was a flash of light, and Edward found his mouth had been covered. 'Damn, an alchemist' Edward thought, 'I didn't even see him use a circle… wait he had to have… damn this alcohol!' And for the first time in a long time, Edward was honestly afraid. Whoever this man was… he was no friend of his. He tried kicking the man in the shins with his automail leg, but his movements were too sluggish and slow, he didn't know what to do, he was terrified. He tired to scream again, but the cloth against his lips muffled every sound he tried to make.

It all happened so fast… and perhaps that was for the best. All he could feel was pain, pain and humiliation. The next thing that he knew, the man had cast him aside, naked, and bruised, then fled. Ed couldn't help himself… he broke down. He never could've imagined himself in this situation, not him, never could the great Fullmetal Alchemist be degraded in such a manner as this. Never would someone have the chance… He couldn't even breathe he was so overwhelmed.

The great Edward Elric had been raped, and left to bleed alone and afraid in an empty alleyway.