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Also sorry about the delay; I broke my computer in an accident as well as my glasses and my leg. Yup, fun.

Edward was still gasping in pain. He had given up on waiting for help. He knew no one was coming to help. No one cared. He was in so much pain, but no one knew where he was or what had happened to him. It was hopeless to believe a rescue would come.

"You know, Eddie, I just realized that your nickname is 'Ed die', which is funny because that is exactly what you are going to do. Not yet, of course. We need to have more fun first."

"Y- ye- yeah, f- f- fun." Edward muttered. " I- I don't..." He trailed off.

"Now, Eddie, it almost sounds like you're giving up. That is no fun at all. I love to see the hope in those I save."

"S- save? Are y- you kid- kidding me?"

"What did you think I was doing? I'm saving the children of Amestris." Alavier smiled wickedly.

"If- if you think yo- you're saving them t- than why do- do you call the- them victi- victims?" Edward demanded shakily.

"How did you know I called them victims? The military isn't giving civilians information about my savings."

"I- I- Umm-" Edward stuttered before he was interrupted by Alavier.

"You know things other people don't know! You know because you work for the military! That is why you said you were going to stop me! Oh! Wow, this is so much fun!" Alavier was practically squealing for joy.

"I know! I was planning on dumping your body in some random alley, but the idea of giving your body to your commanding officer, whoever he is, is just a lot more fun!"

Edward cringed. There was no way was he going to let himself be given to Mustang.

"What is your commanding officer's name?"

"Ther- there is n- no way I wi- will ever t- tell you."

"No way? That doesn't seem right?" Alavier questioned.

"Oh, my! I almost forgot that you asked me a question." Alavier said, turning around and walking back to the table to place Bells in her place.

"Why do I call them victims? Well, Eddie, that one's easy. I'm saving them from the world. They are victims, not of me, but of the world. That is why I call them victims. Because they are."

"Th- that is mess- messed up." Edward groaned.

"How rude, Eddie. Now back to what I was just about to say. No way? I just gave you something you wanted to know, so why don't you give me something that I want to know?"

"N- ev- never."

"Is there any way for me to change your mind? Maybe I should..." Alavier trailed off as if he was thinking deeply. Edward was certain that Alavier knew exactly what he was going to do. He was just teasing Edward.

"I know! Edward, are you sure that you don't want to tell me what your commanding officer's name is?"

The use of his real name terrified Edward. He now knew, for certain, that something was going to happen. Something that was not good.

Mustang frowned deeply. It had been a waste of time. Edward was not there. No one was there, and it looked as if no one had been there in a long time.

Roy glanced down at his silver watch. It was five twenty-seven.

'We are going to fail. We won't make it. We don't have anymore leads.''

"Sir, I don't think we are going to find anything here." Lieutenant Hawkeye informed.

"I know, Lieutenant. We shouldn't waste anymore time here then we already have. Gather the team up for departure." Mustang stalked back to the car, annoyed with the outcome. They only had around twenty hours left, but they had lost their lead. And that didn't have anything but a name to go off of. If they had more to go off of twenty hours would be a walk in the park, but they didn't have much to go off. Hopeful something helpful came from the girl's file. Roy opened the car door, climbed in, and shut the door.

"Fullmetal, I swear we will find you. I won't let you die. I can't let any of my subordinates die. Not even a brat like you."

Mustang's team came back to the office frowning, which did not encourage Fuery or Falman.

"What happened? Did you not find him?" Fuery asked, upset by the lack of Edward.

"It was a dead end. It was obvious that no one had been in that house for a long time. Anything interesting that might help us from that girl's file?"

Mustang glanced down at his silver watch again. It was six twelve. The car ride had taken forty-five minutes off their count down.

"Not sure. We found out that the girl was not blonde. She was a brunette." Falman answered.

"He might not have killed her. But that doesn't help us much. We already know he's a killer." Mustang fumed.

"But why does he target blondes? What is the reason for only taking blonde girls, well, and Ed?" Hawkeye asked from behind Roy.

"You're right, Lieutenant. What is significant about being blonde? He had no reason, that we know of, to only target blondes. Anything else, Falman?"

"Well, she was adopted, her killer was never found, she was only ten, and the only other person in the house when she died was her older brother, our killer. Nothing else was much use, but we wrote down everything that Major Armstrong said for you."

"Thank you- Wait, did you say Major Armstrong? I called Hughes."

"Sir, if I might say, Hughes thinks very highly of the Elric brothers so it wouldn't be surprising if he boarded a train on its way here."

"You're right. It wouldn't be surprising. I just hope that Maes can help us with this case... Before it's too late" Mustang whispered that last bit.

Edward wanted to cry out as the jagged blade cut against his flesh shin. The blade had already preyed upon his flesh arm and the flesh thigh above his automail, but now it was cutting the flesh on Edward's right leg. The feeling was finally almost all back now, so everything hurt in tenfold.

"Have you changed your mind, Eddie?" Alavier questioned when Edward finally let out a terrified, pained yelp.

"N- nev- never." Edward tried to sound intimidating. He failed. He just sounded like he was frightened and in pain.

"I have other means of getting what it is that I want." Alavier smirked.

Edward felt sick. Some new way to torture him?

Alavier tossed the bloodied blade across the room. "I'll get that later. Now, Eddie, I want to tell you now since I didn't tell you earlier, but when I save someone I keep something to remember them by. I don't keep anything disgusting like a liver or a toe or anything like that. I keep things like a piece of their outfit or a doll they were holding; something that makes it easy to remember my special little children."

Edward felt more tingling in his fingers he could almost move his bound hands. He was, in some ways, glad that he could feel again, but then again, now he could more clearly feel the pain of the blades, and also the rough digging of ropes on his raw wrists.

"It has to be something that stands out on the child. At first I planned to keep that quirky red coat of yours, but now I'm thinking that I want something different. Something eye catching in a different way. I like your hair."

Edward flinched away from Alavier.

'Oh please, don't scalp me.'

Alavier moved to the table holding all the weapons, the table of doom, and picked up a small pair of hedge clippers.

"Wh- why do- do you e- even ha- have tho- those?"

'Why, Ed? Why did you ask that?'

"It makes cutting off ears significantly easier." Edward was on the verge off throwing up. The thought of those clippers cutting off his, or anyone's, ears, deeply disturbed Edward.

"Don't worry, Eddie, I'm not cutting off your ears. I'm cutting off your braid. That is what I want to keep. I'll still keep your jacket to wrap your beautiful, fluffy hair in, but your hair will be my prize."

Alavier was at Edward's side. He turned Edward's head on its side so that Edward was facing away from him, and the blades of the clippers were just where they needed to be too be cut off Edward's golden plait. Edward didn't move an inch. He didn't even breathe as he heard the sound of hair being cut, and felt the tug from the slightly dull clippers. Edward's head started feeling lighter, and in that moment he knew that his braid was gone.

"Thank you, Eddie, I'll keep it forever!" Alavier rubbed his cheek against the braid he held in his hand. "So soft. Now that I have my special prize we can play more fun games." Alavier placed Edward's hair on the 'table of doom', and replaced it with a new blade and a lighter.

"let's play."

'Please someone help me! I don't want to die!'

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