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Warning: This story contains rape, graphic violence and coarse language.

I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of it's characters. Both belongs to Arakawa Hiromu.

– The Art of Breaking –

Chapter I
– So Lovely –

"Where did that pipsqueak go?" A raven-haired man rushed down an empty street, frantically looking for a blond teen.

"Calm down, Roy," another man uttered. "We'll find him."

"Scar is running around here, Alphonse is in pieces because of him, Fullmetal is alone and there's a war raging here! How can I calm down, Hughes? He is going to get himself killed and I'll have to do the whole paperwork!"

"We will find him, alive," Hughes replied calmly. "So don't worry. Remember it's Edward we're talking here about. Even though he's still a child, he is able to protect himself just fine."

"I know and I'm not worried because of that. But Scar is on the loose and he already crushed Alphonse. You saw what Scar did to him: There's a huge hole in his right side and Edward was almost killed by Scar before. That's enough reason for me to be pissed."

Currently, the two men were in Pendleton, where border wars between Amestris and Creta had been going on for ages. The Fullmetal Alchemist had been sent on a mission there. Supposedly, there was a retired State Alchemist performing chimera experiments with humans, which was strictly prohibited by Amestrian law. Edward and Alphonse had been supposed to look for that alchemist, find out the truth behind the suspicions and if they had to turn out as true, then Edward had been supposed to arrest the man. But reports had arrived, a day after the two brothers' departure, that stated that Scar had been spotted in Pendleton, so Mustang and his subordinates had been sent to there in order to find the violent man. The Ishvalan though had once again escaped from their grasp, injuring two soldiers in the process.

During the attempted capture of Scar, Mustang and his subordinates had run into Alphonse, who had been fighting with the red-eyed man before their arrival. The poor boy's right side had been torn open when they had found him, but Edward was nowhere to be found. The younger Elric then had told them that his brother probably was with the State Alchemist Lieutenant Colonel Draigen Jackson they had met. Not the one they were after, but one that was stationed in Pendleton to join the war. Though when Mustang and Hughes had decided to search for the man, while the Colonel's other subordinates were clearing the area, Jackson also was nowhere to be found.

"Roy, maybe we should go to this place's military base," the Hughes suggested, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "I think we might find Jackson and Edward there."

"I already called there and the secretary told me that Jackson called this morning, saying he would be away the whole day without giving any reason."

A frown appeared on Hughes' usually calm features. "People are fighting in a war here and he just takes a day off? Sounds suspicious, if you ask me."

"That's another reason why I'm worried. Scar's going havoc somewhere around here and Fullmetal probably is with some suspicious guy we don't even know."

"He's a State Alchemist you said?" Hughes inquired as he looked sideways at his friend of many years.

Mustang nodded in response. "He became Lieutenant Colonel last year when he turned thirty-five. He uses water as well as plant based alchemy and is able to transmute the water within plants. That way he is able to control plants after his will and can also transmute them into weapons. The Führer dubbed him the Black Thorn Alchemist, since his first name Draigen means black thorn. Of course, him being able to transmute plants is also part of the meaning."

"Sounds pretty impressive," Hughes mentioned nonchalantly. "He might surpass you before you become General." Hughes chuckled as his friend flinched a little.

"He's one rank beneath me and I'm younger than him, so I don't think he will surpass me anytime soon, Hughes."

Suddenly, they heard the sound of rushed steps echoing from the walls of the alley they were walking through.

"Someone's coming," Hughes hissed heatedly. "Let's wait for the person to come to us."

In response, the Flame Alchemist only nodded. Together with Hughes he pressed himself against the wall next to the corner the steps were coming from. The steps became louder. Soon also could hear someone's frantic breathing, almost as if the person was hyperventilating. Almost out of nowhere, something came running around the corner, crashing into Mustang and sending them both to the floor.

As Mustang looked up, he spotted a blond teen sitting in his lap. But Edward wasn't looking at him – unlike most people that just had crashed into someone would – but at something behind him.

"Fullmetal." The raven-haired man sat up, the teen still in his lap. "Fullmetal!" he tried again, now with a mix of anger and worry chiming in his voice.

But no response.

Mustang gripped the red-cladded teen's shoulders and shook him a little, his worry slowly overshadowing his anger.

Feeling the man's touch, Edward gasped and turned his head to meet the Flame Alchemist's glare. "Don't touch me!" He jolted away from the man, stumbling backwards. He suddenly hit something. Quickly, he turned around, only to look at Hughes' worried face.

"Ed, what happened?" Hughes questioned in concern, placing one hand on the teen's shoulder.

"Get away from me, fucking bastard!" Edward pulled himself away from the spectacled man and attempted to run away. But he was stopped by Hughes gripping his flesh wrist.

"Don't run away, it's dangerous around here." With a worried expression, the spectacled man watched the teen in his grip struggle to get away from him.

Bringing his head down, Edward bit down hard on Hughes' arm, the one holding his wrist.

Hughes flinched as pain coursed through his whole arm, but didn't loosen his grip on the boy. After Edward finally had let go of him, he felt blood dripping from his lower arm. As even a sob escaped from the boy's mouth, he pulled the teen into a hug, holding him to his broad chest. "It's okay, Ed. Everything's all right."

"Let me go," Edward's muffled voice sounded against his chest. "Please, just let me go. Let me go." More sobs escaped from the shaking boy. "Why are you doing this to me? Just… let…" The weakened teen's body slumped against Hughes, Edward falling into the depths of unconsciousness. Only Hughes' grip around the smaller male prevented Edward from falling to the ground.

Mustang, who had watched the whole scene, shook his head in disbelief. "What just happened? Fullmetal he… Was he crying?"

Concern made Hughes' voice a little shaky. "Something terrible must have happened to him, Roy. Even though he's unconscious, I can feel him still shaking."

"But what could be so horrible that would cause Edward to be like this?" Onyx eyes were filled with disbelief and concern.

"I'm sure we'll find out eventually. Let's first get Ed away from here."

Not able to take his eyes off of Edward, Mustang nodded. Together with Hughes, he headed back to where they were supposed to meet with the others, Hughes carrying Edward and Mustang never averting his gaze away from the teen's pale and blood-covered face.

Later, the two of them arrived at the large alley where they met up with First Lieutenant Hawkeye, the Second Lieutenants Havoc and Breda, Warrant Officer Vato Falman and Sergeant Major Kain Fuery and of course the torn Alphonse Elric. Mustang and Hughes were greeted with shocked looks from all of them. Hawkeye's brown eyes widened for a short moment seeing the unconscious and bloody Fullmetal Alchemist, but soon narrowed as the woman eyed the shaken-looking Mustang. Havoc immediately straightened up from his position leaning against one of the black cars, while Breda, Falman and Fuery shot surprised looks and released shocked gasps from where they stood by Alphonse. From the armor a gasp escaped as well seeing his brother.

"He just ran into us," Hughes tried to explain calmly. "We don't know what happened to him, since he fell unconscious soon after we found him."

"Nii-san!" Immediately standing up, Alphonse ran over to where his injured brother was being held. "H-He… He looks so… dead." His hollow and childish voice trembled in fear.

"He's not dead, Al. He's still breathing." Hughes gave the boy a reassuring smile. "It's Ed. He won't die that easily."

Hawkeye then noticed the blood dripping from Hughes' right arm that was holding Edward's knees. "You're injured."

"And there's blood on his mouth," Havoc added shakily, his features lined with shock and worry. "Did he bite you? Gosh, there's so much blood on his face."

"Don't worry," the spectacled man replied reassuringly. "He did bite me, but most of the blood already was on his face when we found him. By the looks of it, I think his lower lip is torn a bit."

"That's horrible! What happened to him?" Even though Alphonse was trapped in an armor having no senses, the anxious shaking of metal plates was heard. "Nii-san."

"He'll be all right, Alphonse," Mustang assured him. "I promise."

"Guys, I don't know how long I can take this," Hughes whined, heaving the teen in his arms up a bit, since he was beginning to slide down. "Though he's pretty short, Ed's automail is really heavy."

It was weird not hearing Edward yell at someone for calling him short.

"I think we should go straight to a hospital," Mustang suggested, now focused and stern again. "Since we don't know how injured he is, we should lay him down in one of our car's backseat. I think the best would be if he came with me and Hughes."

After a "Yes, Sir" had come from all of his saluting subordinates, Mustang made his way towards his sleek black car together with Hughes. Mustang opened the back-seat's door and helped his friend lay Edward down onto the soft cushioned seats. He noticed the teen's tank top, that normally was neaty tugged into the leather pants, being untucked and loose. As some of Edward's skin was shown, his onyx eyes widened as something caught his attention. "Hughes."

"What's the matter?" Finally, the spectacled man was able to let the boy go, since Edward was now placed safely on the seats.

Mustang gripped the hem of Edward's shirt and pulled it up, shock reappearing on his face. "Look at this."

"Oh my god." Hughes' shock-widened green eyes trailed over the teen's now exposed waist and stomach. The skin was covered in angry red and blue bruises and countless cuts lined it. "What the hell happened to him?" His expression became thoughtful and Hughes tried his best to think logically and analyze the informations on hand. "He was scared when we found him and he didn't want us to touch him. His waist and stomach are covered in bruises and cuts and he's very weak. It almost looks as if he was–"

"Don't even think something like that!" Mustang interrupted his friend harshly. "There's no way something like that would happen to him! He lost an arm and a leg and dealt with it it. He fights against artificial super-humans and always comes back alive. And no matter how messed up his situation is, he always gets out somehow and always survives."

"Roy, I don't want to believe it either, but things like this can happen. To anyone, even Ed."

"He was not raped," Mustang insisted, face growing more and more serious. "It might look like it, but this definitely wasn't caused by someone raping him. He probably just fell and received a few bruises and a concussion, causing him to act weird. Also, when he fell he probably bit his lip accidently."

"So, you're saying all this is caused by Edward simply falling?" Obviously, Hughes was doubting that theory. "Roy, he was scared shitless! He was crying and shaking!"

"Let's get him to a hospital. The others are already waiting." Mustang ended the argument with those words and sat himself in the passenger seat, while Hughes dropped himself onto the driver's seat heaving a sigh.

Three cars, being occupied by eight persons and one armor, headed straight for the next hospital, ignoring and breaking probably all existing traffic rules.

Mustang's and Hughes' car was silent in order to not disturb the injured teen lying in the back. It seemed he wasn't unconscious anymore and instead sleeping, since he sometimes stirred a little. It was obvious that he was having a nightmare, but the two men were unable to do anything. Getting medical attention was the first priority at that time.

A heavy and heated body pressed itself to the smaller boy's body. Skin burned from the dread coiling itself in the younger male's body.

A frown formed on Edward's once peaceful-looking face.

Edward was on his knees, not able to free himself from the green plants snaking around his arms and legs, holding him down. Large hands roamed over his shaking body, tracing the defined muscles under his black shirt.

Brows furrowed as the blonde whimpered a little. Mustang glanced back, watched the teen, felt useless, was unable to help his subordinate.

A husky and dark voice was moaning into his ear in a pleased fashion, causing the teen to tremble even more. Fingers shook in anticipation, snaking around his waist to the waistband of his tight leather pants.

The Fullmetal Alchemist started to shake slightly, fear written over his sleeping features.

"Stop it! Let me go, you fucking bastard!" Edward yelled at the man, covering the blonde's backside with his own heated body.

Chuckles escaped from a grinning mouth, a sly tongue wetting dry lips. "My, my, Edo-kun. Temper as always."

Mustang wasn't able to save Edward from his nightmares. The boy's body shook violently now.

"Don't touch me, you fucking pervert!"

"Oh? What will you do to stop me?" More, louder chuckles fell from the smugly smirking mouth. "You're in no position to do anything. If you struggle, it will just get harder on you."

"You bastard! I'll hit you so hard, by the time you come down you'll need a passport and a train ticket back to where you were!"

"And how do you plan on doing that?" the man inquired while unbuckling the teen's pants.

"S-Stop it! Drop dead, you disgusting excuse of a goddamn motherfucker!"

"I like my little Chibi-chan being angry." The man's hand tightened around the boy's waistband.

"Who are you calling short enough to make even ants break formation and stare?" Suddenly, Edward felt his pants being shoved down to his mid-thighs together with his boxers. Part of his lower half was now exposed to the cool air of the gloomy and dark room.

"So lovely," the man's dark voice whispered huskily into Edward's ear.

Golden eyes widened at the sound of clothes rustling and another's pants being unbuttoned. The tip of something warm brushed against his entrance and a surprised whimper escaped him. "W-What–" Something large shoved it's way shamelessly into his body. It felt as if he was being torn apart from the inside and he had to suppress a pained scream. He wouldn't allow himself to give that disgusting man that kind of satisfaction.

Without any hesitation the man pulled away again, only to slam himself into the teen's entrance over and over again.

Edward bit down on his lower lip as hard as he could to prevent himself from screaming and to distract himself with a different kind of ache from the pain coursing through his trembling body. Soon, the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth, red liquid dripping over his chin and onto the gray and dirty ground.

The sheer force of the violent thrusts pushed him onto his elbows, which weren't covered by plant twines, the skin being torn as he was pushed back and forth on the floor. Hands gripped his sides violently, nails digging into sweaty skin.

Blood mingled with sweat, tears collected at the brim of golden eyes.

Deep moans and the sound of skin clashing against skin filled the room.

"B-Bastard," the golden-haired teen whispered miserably. Edward was barely able to surpress his screams of anguish.

Suddenly, the man slid his sweaty hand into the front of the boy's pants, his fingers tightening around Edward's length. "Moan for me. I want to hear your lovely voice, Edo-kun." He jerked his hand up and down the teen's length, causing the blonde to squirm.

But no moan left his mouth. No hiss or scream. Nothing.

Getting mad at the teen's disobedience, the man smirked evilly, slamming harder into the small body. He earned a small whimper, but still no moan. He jerked his hand faster, but no sound left Edward's mouth. And he slammed harder.

An eternity seemed to pass until the man arched his back with a loud scream of pleasure and released his semen into the trembling body beneath him. After pulling himself out of the Fullmetal Alchemist, he cleaned himself with a rag that had laid somewhere nearby and pulled his pants up again.

Edward of course had noticed the man pulling away from him, but was still unable to move due to the plants still gripping his limbs in a strong hold.

A satisfied sigh left the man as he looked down at his victim. "So lovely," he murmured. With a flick of his wrist, the ring on his right hand started to glow in an eery light and the plants stirred, forcing Edward into a sitting position. "Now I'm going to have some more fun." With those words uttered, he knelt down in front of the younger male and forced his mouth onto the bloody lips, hungrily lapping up the red liquid. With his wet tongue, he traced the bloody tracks running down the soft chin and over the sweaty neck. "So lovely," he murmured again after pulling away. He felt the body beneath him struggle against his roaming touch, but ignored the desperate attempts at fleeing.

As now bloodied lips inched closer to Edward's own again, the teen bit down hard on the other man's lower lip, drawing blood. The man pulled back with a snarl and the teen used that chance to hit his own head against the man's forehead. With a gasp, the man fell back and Edward felt the plants holding him loosening their grip. He was able to raise his hands and clap them together, then he brought them down to the dusty floor. The blue light of the alchemical reaction lit the darkened room. He raised the temperature of the water within the plants around him, until they exploded in a burst of green substance and leaves.

Steam filled the room and with a jolt Edward stood upright, the adrenaline rushing through his vains numbing his pain. He burst through the first door he could find while pulling up his pants, zipping and buckling them closed again. Soon, he found himself on a street. From behind himself he could hear the man cursing and coming after him. Running with what little strength he still had left he searched for some way to get away. But he didn't know where to go, nor where he could hide. One thing he knew though: He wanted to get away from that man.

Footsteps and a husky voice, not far behind him, caused him to run even faster, rounding corner for corner, loosing himself in his fear of being caught again.