I do not- and will now (unfortunately and thankfully) nor ever own Bones or Fullmetal Alchemist.

The pain screamed, pushing away everything else, every thought, every feeling, nothing remained to stand against the hurricane ripping him apart.

"Has the little chibi finally had enough, or shall I continue?", the sneering words cut through the fog encasing his senses reminding him of what he had to do, and who he needed to save, who he needed to get back to.

He launched himself forward, ignoring the screams ripping through his already broken body, clenching the makeshift knife in his hand, shoving it into the chest of his captor. He felt the knife catch, and he forced it further, making sure that this would kill the beast. With this final mark, his body shut down, refusing to let him push it any further, or endure any more pain.

"Ha, you think you can kill me with a little chip of wood, do you little alchemist, do you huh?", with each breath he slammed his foot into the side of his prey, cackling with glee when he heard his ribs cracking under the strain. With that, he left.

"Caucasian male, approximately 5'5'', a wound to the chest, most likely the cause of death, late teens early twenties.", Brennan rambled of the statistics like they were nothing, casting glances at the remains.

"Factoring in the heat and humidity, combined with the rate of decomp, he's only been dead a week, possibly a week and a half", Hodgins stated quickly.

Mr. Nigel Murray slid in between them, snapping quick pictures of the crime scene, catching the hole left in the chest of the man, and the makeshift knife made from a chunk of wood that had been flung to the side, obviously ripped from the chest of the man by the man himself, just to get it out of the way.

"WHAT THE HELL!", yelled Booth from the corner, shocking everyone upright, their eyes all flying to where he was standing. " Um, Bones? I think this might strike your interest..."* Bon... uh Brennan quickly scurried over to where he was, her eyes quickly locking onto the metal limbs that were buried in the corner just barely visible beneath the dirt.

"Hodgins! Come bag these, you'll want to pull particulates off them later" nearly shrieked Brennan. You could see the horror written clearly across her features, shocking everyone around her, a 180 degree turn from her typical crime scene persona.

'I can't... can't give up... have to get...get back to al, can't die... not yet'

"Booth, what was that? I didn't quite catch what you were saying" pestered Brenan, already on edge from the metal arm and leg, still glinting with each flash of the camera.

"What do you mean Bones? I didn't say a thing", muttered Booth, still perturbed by what was going on, his mind still trying to wrap around what was going on. The murders still horrified him, both with the stench and the gut retching way that most of these bodies had not only died, but rotted beyond recognition.

"Everyone shut up!" shouted Brenan, "Listen! I heard someone, there might be another victim!" With that every noise shut down, the entire room froze, listening for any sound, anything at all that might give them a clue to what Dr. Brenan had heard.

'Dam... Damn it Envy! You sure as hell better be... better be dead for this! This short string of words were not lost on the people in the small room, and they only further shocked everyone into silence, and launched them all into action, searching for anywhere that the noise could be coming from.

Brennan slid to her knees, her fist lightly knocking against the wood, slowly sliding along the wall, each thud causing her heart to drop lower and lower in her chest, until a hollow 'thunk' resounded around the room, drawing every eye, ear, and attention immediately.

"Booth!" Brennan once again started yelling "Come over here, I need your help to pry this door open!" Booth shot over to the hidden door, reaching over and hooking his nails into the small space in between the edge of the door and the wall. His muscles strained as he slowly slid open the door, revealing the horror that had been safely hidden within.

(Where the opening would be if this were an actual Bones episode )

What was revealed shocked everyone. A boy, around 14 years old, surrounded by, no covered in what seemed like a sea of blood, there was no movement, and the only sign of life was his chest heaving with each breath, and the loud sucking of air accompanied with that. He was propped against the wall, his shirt missing entirely, revealing his chest littered with cuts, some still leaking blood onto the floor around him.

Brennan sprinted to his side, closely followed by Booth. "Someone call 911!" were the first words uttered in what seemed like an eternity, and it seemed like another until someone reacted. Brennan carefully brushed blood crusted hair away from his face, muttering words to try and calm herself from the horror that was quickly closing in around her.

Her eyes finally locked onto something that she should have noticed from the beginning, "Booth" was all she could strain out, pointing to his right arm, or more correctly, where his right arm should have been. Both of their eyes slid down to his legs, widening with the ever growing horror that his leg was missing as well. A thick chain wrapped around his remaining leg sufficiently trapping him in the small room.

Within seconds, paramedics were there, bringing a slight relief to what felt like an ocean trying to smother her. The chain was snapped quickly, and the boy loaded into the ambulance, an IV and blood drip already started, Brennan felt herself pulled into the vehicle, not knowing or particularly caring why. With that, the sirens screamed, declaring that they were on their way.

All that they could do was pray.