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I hope I don't disappoint with this next chapter. It's got a little action in it, mwahaha!

Also, if you don't feel sorry for Envy in this one, YOU HAVE NO SOUL. (Lol, just kidding, you probably do! I mean, if you didn't, you'd be a Homunculus, right? XD)

Oh, and before I forget! The song I'm using is called "Iodine" by Icon for Hire. I DON'T OWN IT~

I also don't own FMA. I would have liked for Envy to say that, but because of what I did to him in this chapter he's BEING PISSY and NOT TALKING TO ME.

Envy: I can hear you!

Me: THAT'S THE POINT!

Also, Roy has his sight back in this, so that's how he can see Envy. XD

Hope everyone likes, and more coming soon!

I think I'm just in love with the feeling

Break my bones so I can feel them healing

I'm quiet most of the way back. They are too. If I ask a question one of them will answer it - usually Alphonse, sometimes Edward. I don't ask very many questions though; I figure I'll just keep my mouth shut for now, because hasn't my mouth - and more importantly, my attitude - gotten me into plenty of trouble before? And really, the last thing I need right now is more trouble.

We only stop once, halfway between Ishval and Amestris, to get some water. I don't think they'll give me any, but they surprise me. Well, it isn't really a surprise so much as it is Alphonse being merciful and sharing. He just presses the canteen against my lips and tells me to drink. I'm not used to drinking, as I rarely if ever needed to do it before when I was still a Homunculus. But I'm human now, and I find that I actually don't hate consuming things. The water is a relief to my dry throat, especially since the temperature had risen once we'd begun to walk. Trust me, if someone tells you Ishval really is just one big desert, they're not kidding. I even get a little water splashed on my face, courtesy of Edward, saying, "Do us all a favor and bathe once in a while, will you?" as he does it. Joke's on him, because it feels great.

I can tell when we get closer to Amestris, because the air becomes considerably cooler. It's by no means cold, but at least it's not the stifling, hot air of Ishval that takes all the energy right out of you. Not to mention that instead of walking on sizzling sand, my feet are now in contact with moist, bristly grass.

Apparently I've got to train my senses to work better without sight, because I only know when we're at the military building when Edward speaks up to the guard. "Fugitive to see the Führer, sir."

Ah. So now I'm a fugitive. This day just keeps getting better.

"Names?" the guard questions, sounding very bored with his job.

"Edward and Alphonse Elric, State Alchemists."

"Alright, head in." Wow, the way this guy talks kind of reminds me of Sloth.

As they lead me inside the building, I think about the other Homunculi. None of us were ever really close with each other, but they were really the only things I could even remotely call comrades. We shared the same basic goals, most of the time. And... for whatever reason, I'm kind of nostalgic for their company. Sloth... Lust... Greed... Wrath... Pride... Gluttony... all that's left of the Seven Deadly Sins is me, Envy. What's so special about me that I got a second chance while they're all burning in hell?

It strikes me then. If they're all gone, that means Wrath isn't the Führer anymore. Who's in charge of Amestris? "Hey," I call, not sure where the Elrics are in relation to myself. "Who runs this country now?"

Edward scoffs. "You should remember him well. Roy Mustang?"

... Oh. Damn. Well, the Fullmetal shorty was right about something - Mustang definitely will not be happy to see me. From my memories I can recall that not only did I kill his best friend and frame an innocent woman for it, I also sliced his girlfriend through the shoulder.

And suddenly I get the feeling that this isn't going to go very well at all.

After walking for a moment more and taking a turn, a feminine voice is added to the conversation. "Edward? Alphonse? Is... that...?"

"Envy, in the flesh and as human as us," Alphonse finishes. I honestly have to wonder why he sounds so cheerful about it. What's there to be happy about? I'm stuck in a body I'm not used to, and I'm probably going to be roasted alive when I walk into the Führer's office. In short, that's really not something to be happy about.

"Found him while doing our work in Ishval," Edward adds. "He must have met Truth and given up his status as a Homunculus just to come back to life. And before you ask, Colonel Hawkeye, we found him like this. We have no idea what happened to his body or his eyes."

"You won't even tell me what's wrong with my eyes," I hiss, turning in the direction where I think Edward is. Although I'm probably just glaring at a wall or something. "Other than the fact that I'm blind, I know nothing!"

I hear a gun cock, and immediately every muscle in my body stiffens. I know that sound. If this is Colonel Hawkeye, it must be... the former lieutenant, Riza Hawkeye. Mustang's girlfriend, the one that I sliced in the shoulder. I remember how easily she tricked me and found out that I'd taken on his form, and the gun cocking noise plays a prominent role in that flashback. There's something eerily familiar about it, probably because this time, she's the one with the advantage. "Is he... dangerous?"

Even when I'm just griping about Edward, she considers it the slightest provocation to shoot me. It might simply be because of who I am, and that scares me. This whole place radiates an emanation, for me, of being tense and strict and all too big. For once in my life, I feel... small. Anything I do or say here could get me killed. That's a frightening thought. I'm not sure if I feel safe here.

"If he wanted to attack us or not follow us, I think he would have done it already," Alphonse pipes up. "I don't think he'll be causing any trouble, Colonel..."

"I-I won't," I mumble, as if that will help my case at all. I doubt it will though. It doesn't matter what I say, they'll believe what they want to believe. It seems that Alphonse is the only one who wants to give me a fighting chance, defending me and not outright spiteful of me.

"So then what are you going to do with him?" Hawkeye asks. It could be that I just don't hear it, but I don't think she puts her gun away. Being spoken to at gunpoint, and like I'm not present, isn't doing wonders for my desire to cooperate. It's like she didn't even hear me speak.

"We were going to talk to Mustang about that," Edward answers. So, they're still close enough that he doesn't always address him by his rank, even though he's Führer now? Things haven't changed much. "I mean, I don't know what to do with him. But we couldn't just leave him where we found him - he might still have the capacity to cause trouble."

"Isn't anyone listening to me?" I complain, moving my head as if trying to look at all of them even though all I see is black. "Right now I'm physically incapable of causing trouble even if I wanted to! Which I don't! But if you all keep disrespecting me, I might be moved to-!"

I run into something cold, and I realize that Hawkeye is pressing her gun firmly against my ear. She's ready and willing to blow my brains out, right here. She's just looking for an excuse to do so, and stupid me, I keep giving them to her. "At the moment, Envy, you are utterly unworthy of any respect. You deserve nothing of the sort. I suggest that you don't speak unless you're spoken to, and I don't believe anyone was speaking to you. You could dig yourself into a pretty deep grave that way."

Everyone is silent for a moment, until Alphonse stammers, "R-Riza, please..."

"Don't kill him," Edward sighs, and the gun is taken away from my ear. "Not unless the Führer orders it."

After another minute of quiet, I hear a door creak open. "I don't think he's very busy right now," Hawkeye comments half-heartedly, and Edward tugs on my rope again. "Just doing paperwork. He can probably meet with you now."

Edward doesn't speak, but my rope is pulled on again, so I follow him into the room. I think Alphonse is behind me, watching to make sure I keep my balance. It's unnerving to be blind like this, my hands fumbling all over the place to keep from running into things. I'm used to being on my guard, always one step ahead of everyone else. Without my sight, I feel like a helpless child.

"Führer Mustang?" Edward speaks up, giving me some slack with the rope. I can move a bit now, though my wrists are still tied together. "We brought a fugitive, and we need to know what you'd like done with him."

The rustling of papers inside the office stops. I can't see it, but I'm sure Mustang's attention is focused solely on me. "Alphonse, Fullmetal... is that who I think it is?"

I huff, starting to get fed up with all this. I don't look any different, do I? "Yes, it's me, Envy," I snap, snarling my lip a little. It's hard to keep it back. They don't have to be so patronizing and rude. "Before you even say anything, I'm not here to-"

That horrifying sound fills my mind again. Mustang snaps his fingers, in the rush that I hear him getting up from his desk. It's a taunting memory, he must have done it at least twenty times during our fight to set me on fire. The sound is traumatic and digs up all the feelings of what happened before my death. The humiliation, the pain, everything.

And the agony starts up again. His flames lick at my body, every little surface of my skin, and they burn into the already stinging injuries. I feel like I've been submerged into a vat of acid, scorching me until there's nothing left. It's unbearable; the pure pain causes me to trip and collapse on the floor, smacking frantically at the fire in an attempt to put it out. But it won't go out, I know it won't.

It burns into me, and I can feel the hatred behind it. After all this time he still holds malice toward me, but I don't blame him. I just wish he didn't have to show it by incinerating me for the millionth time. I roll around, rubbing furiously at my arms as I try to rid myself of the blaze. "STOP IT!" I scream, tears flying from my eyes yet again. "Why are you doing this?! PLEASE, STOP!"

Really, hasn't he set me on fire more than enough times?

"Mustang!" This time it's Edward who comes to my rescue, as the rope has slipped from his grasp and I hear him run forward. "Hey, cut it out, he's not a threat right now!"

"Not right now, of course not. But I'm sure he will be." He snaps his fingers again, renewing the flames. "You found him and you let him live? Fullmetal, I would think you'd know better."

I shriek, flailing my legs and arching my back. "STOP IT, PLEASE, YOU'RE HURTING ME!"

After another moment of my screaming and agony, the flames finally fade away. It's amazing that nothing else caught on fire, but I'm left a sobbing mess on the floor. I'm curled up loosely, barely having any strength left. Every inch of me is crying out with searing pain, like I'm just going to burst open at the seams any second. The smell of burnt flesh makes my stomach turn, least of all because I know it's coming from me.

I hear Mustang sit back down, taking a breath. "And now that I've gotten that out of my system..."

I flinch, bringing my arms up to shield my face. What else does he plan to do to me? Was that only the beginning of my torture?

"Take him to the brig. I want him out of my sight."

DUN DUN DUNNN. Cliffhanger-ish I guess? XD

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