Okay, I really hate myself for this one. Ed is kidnapped and tortured! It popped into my head, and when that happens, I have this compulsion to write it down and find out what happens. No, I don't know what happens in my stories before I write them. I'm weird that way. I am very sorry for the tragic story. Be reassured, it ends well.

After Ed discovers the main ingredients to philosophers stones. There is no mention of scar, their bodyguards, or the 5th laboratory. It's a fanfic, so if you don't like it suck it up. It's my story, not yours.

Ed walked along the streets of central, lost in thought. How could anyone do something so horrible? Just thinking about the philosopher's stone made him angry. Ed turned into an alley, suddenly needing a quiet place where nobody could see him, even though nobody was on the street at the moment. He'd just turned in when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned quickly to see a man holding a gun pointed at him. He turned back around to see more men- he was surrounded.

Ed grinned- this was definitely his element- throwing a pity party and being depressed? Not so much. Ed widened his stance, adrenaline rushing through his body. He brought his hands apart, preparing to clap, but men jumped to either side of him, holding his arms and preventing him from running or performing alchemy.

"Oh, no you don't, boy." A man with dark hair and cold eyes stepped forward. "See, we know all about you and how you only have to clap to perform transmutations. Here's a riddle: What is the sound of one hand clapping?" His smile made Ed shiver slightly. He gestured, and two more men stepped forward. One helped the man on Ed's right hold him still while the other disconnected Ed's arm. Ed's eyes widened with sudden fear. "That's right kid. I'm glad you understand." He looked at the men restraining Ed. "Take him to the car and do not let him go. Oh, and just to be safe..." He held up a glove. "Put this on him so he can't scratch transmutation circles on anything. This one cannot be allowed to escape."

Ed was dragged, struggling and yelling, to a car waiting in the street. Suddenly, his eye caught a flash of metal and he redoubled his efforts to escape. "Al! AL!" He yelled, forcing his head out of the car for a second before he was roughly yanked back in. "No, I can't get kidnapped- Al needs me!"

The leader entered the car quickly. "Go!" he commanded as the car sped off, tires squealing, just before Al reached it. "Damnit, boy! You nearly ruined it! You will pay for your actions."

"Screw you!" Ed yelled defiantly. His head snapped to the side as a guard smacked him.

"You will not be so arrogant when we are through," the leader said, his eyes cold and filled with cruelty. "Now be quiet or my friend will slit your throat." The man on Ed's right twirled a knife through his fingers, then placed it's icy steel edge against the boy's throat. He shivered and glared, but shut his mouth. He had to make it out of here...

"Al! AL!" Alphonse looked up to see his brother's face disappearing into a car.

"Brother!" He yelled, racing forward. He was too late, though. The car raced away, giving Al a glimpse of Ed struggling desperately. Al ran to a pay phone and dialed quickly.

"Hello, how may I help you?" the operator asked politely.

"I need Colonel Roy Mustang on the phone, now!" Al shouted, his voice filled with authority.

"What is your code?" She asked.

"Put him on the phone!"

"I'm sorry, but I need a code to dial military personnel on their private lines."

"If you don't put Mustang on the phone this instant, I swear to you on my mother's grave-" the phone started ringing.

"Mustang speaking." The voice was full of confident authority.

"Colonel!" Al cried, relieved.

"Alphonse? What's wrong?" He asked, alert. "Where's Fullmetal?"

"That's why I'm calling you! He was kidnapped!"

"What?! What happened? Tell me everything!" Mustang ordered, knowing that Ed's life could be on the line- every second counted.

"Ed went out for a walk- he was upset and needed some space. I waited for a little while, but he didn't come back right away, so I went out to find him. When I found him, he was being forced into a car, but I couldn't see the people who took him or get a license plate- they left too fast for me to catch it."

"Alright. We will start looking for your brother immediately. In the meantime, come back to the base. i don't want them to get it into their minds to go after you, too." There was a click and the line went dead. Al hung up the phone and headed for the office.

Damnit Mustang thought, rubbing his temples. He looked up as Hawkeye walked in.

She frowned. "Colonel, is something wrong?" she asked, placing a file on his desk.

"Yes. Fullmetal has been kidnapped." Mustang sighed. "I have no idea how he gets himself in so much trouble. See if you can get any information- start asking around. We need to find him before they kill him." Hawkeye saluted. "Dismissed," he told her. She quickly turned and exited the office.

After threatening to cut his throat, the goons tied his arm behind his back and blindfolded him, then pushed him onto the floor of the car and put their feet on him, jeering and mocking him. After a long drive, the car stopped. They forced him out of the car and pushed him along, stumbling frequently. Ed couldn't figure out how far they went, but his foot and stump started aching by the time they pushed him into what felt like a metal chair. When did we go inside? I don't remember hearing any changes in the sounds... Ed thought. He felt his right leg being tied to the chair. Judging from the sounds, they did the same to his left. Unfortunately, he also heard them doing something else. It sounded like they took part of it off and did something with the wires. Uh-oh, Ed thought. They shouldn't mess with my wiring. Winry'll kill me!...If I even live that long, that is... His blindfold was ripped off, revealing a small room with a table and another chair. The leader of the group sat in the chair on the other side of the table.

"Why did you bring me here? What do you want?" Ed demanded.

The leader picked up a device on the table and pushed a button. Electricity shot through Ed's body, leaving him breathing hard. The leader waited for Ed's breaths to slow slightly, then said "I will be the only one asking questions. You will answer them all. Am I clear?"

"You can ask, but that doesn't mean I'll answer," Ed got out between breaths. He gritted his teeth as electricity made his body spasm as it coursed through his chair, leg, and body. He slumped when it ended, gasping for air.

"Perhaps not yet, but by the time we are done here..." He paused, an evil light shining in his eyes. "You will be willing to do anything we tell you to if you believe it has even the slightest chance of helping you. We are going to play a little game. Here are the rules:" he clasped his hands on the table.

"Number One: I will ask you questions." He gazed at Ed.

"Two: You will answer." He moved his arms to form a triangle with the table in front of him.

"Three: Your answers will be honest, complete, and prompt." He showed Ed a variety of pain-inducing tools.

"Four: If your answers are not honest, complete, and prompt, we will cut, hit, electrocute, or do something at least as painful. I have a number of punishments for you. All are excruciating or extremely painful." He smiled cruelly.

"Five: If you lose consciousness, we will either revive you or wait for you to wake up. When you do, the interrogation will continue." He placed his chin on his clasped hands.

"Six: This will continue for as long as I want it to." His voice was clear and concise, drilling it's way into Ed's mind.

"Now, it is time to begin. First question: do you understand the rules of the game?" He waited for an answer. Ed spat. "And so we begin..."

Ed clenched his teeth as pain coursed through his torso, the result of a knife suddenly sprouting from his stomach.

Wow, that was really intense, and I already wrote like the whole thing. Sorry Ed! I really don't like torturing you, but my mind is a little bit messed up. *Sniff, Sniff* I want to kill this bastard for torturing Ed! He's not a nice guy, in case you haven't noticed.