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Who: Pride-Ed and Riza Hawkeye
What: A run in
When: Midnight
Where: In the forest
Summary: Pride is having some problems with his former self, Edward. He can't seem to get that damn brat to let go and hand himself over entirely. Currently Pride is flitting back and forth between his dark side (Pride) and his good side (Edward Elric).

Rating: R (strong langauge and content, you have been warned!)

"The young man staggered through the forest. He could hear that brat's voice again in the back of his mind. It was getting louder and louder by the second. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of it. "No, I've already been through this too many times. I'm not going to let back. I won't let you back. You can suffer, you little bastard. I could give a shit less about your human traits. Your emotions. Pathetic little human. You're oh so pathetic. You couldn't even save Alphonse. You worthless little piece of shit!" Pride screamed, knowing full well that his other half was listening. He continued to move forward as his body had started to betray him. It was Ed and he was taking over. "You stupid fuck, can't you see that I have a job to do?!"

"No....." He choked out, but this voice was not low like Pride's, it was Ed's. Edward, the one who had been consumed by Pride. He wanted to come back more than anything. He wanted to rush to Riza and throw his arms around her. He wanted to ask her what was going on. To take comfort and security in her words. He didn't want to be this monster that Hohenheim had turned him into at the 5th Laboratory. "I...won't...I won't! Go back to the hell where you came from and leave me alone!" Edward's voice rang out into the still night air. He lurched over and continued to fight with his darker half, collapsing onto the ground. "Somebody...Anybody...If you can hear me...Please...Help...?" He cried out, trying to force Pride back and lock him away for good.

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"First I want to hear what you know about the other Elrics. Every fucking detail. Are they from your world? Did you bring them here? What do they know about the Philosopher's Stone? I don't expect you to know everything about them, but you should have some type of useful information in that brain of yours, hmm?" He asked and stood before her. This time standing still and giving her a chance to answer.

"The Elrics? They were here before I got here. I don't know what they know about the Philosopher's Stone. They appear to be from the future in my world. Alphonse has his body back." She really didn't know much else about the Elrics, she didn't talk to them much while she was here.

"Ah..I see." He said and took another step towards her. "What happened with the 5th Laboratory in your world?" He needed to find out everything those damn kids knew, somehow.

"It blew up. That's the last I knew. Apparently some experiments were going on there but I don't know the details." She said, trying to back up even more and forgetting that there was a tree there.

Blew up..He thought to himself and smiled inwardly. Good. Then they would never find out the rest. Or maybe in their world there was no other missing pieces after all. He looked at the weapons on his fingers. They were razor sharp to the touch now.

"And now, you will tell me about this place. Starting with who runs it. And also, why is it so fucking cheery here? It's really annoying."

"All I know is that the Malnosso are the ones who bring people here and conduct experiments. I've only been here a couple months. I know that death isn't permanent and when people come back they're missing something. I can't see out of my left eye because of it." She said, looking up at him as she tried to protect her wings.

"Experiments..How interesting..Sounds just like Father." He said and moved towards her, touching a single fingernail to one of her wings and beginning to shred a chunk of it off.

"Scream for me.."

And scream she did. She lashed out at the same time, trying to push him away. Tearing a chunk out of her wings hurt like hell. The canary yellow feathers were becoming stained red with her own blood as she tried to scramble away.

Blood. That sweet crimson red color. Oh how beautiful it was. What a sight to see! He took pleasure in her pain. He fed off of it.

"Sweet little bird. I'm going to clip your wings....And shove them down your fucking throat. Now get back here!" He hissed and grabbed at her with his other hand. He got hold of a fistful of her blond hair and again started to rip another portion of the same wing off.

"I want to hear you beg me to stop this...Beg..You bitch."

Riza screamed again as she was grabbed by the hair and as another chunk of her wings was ripped off. Her vision was clouded by tears as she continued to struggle to get away. Pride was strong and she couldn't break his grip, not with as much pain as she was in.

"Please...." she sobbed. "Stop. I'll do anything...."

He let his eyes fall shut and slid his tongue across his lower lip as Riza screamed. It was amazing to say the least. Everything was so perfect. The way it felt as her blood had decorated his hands when he sliced through chunks of that damn wing. Just one single wing. He wanted her to have a slow death.

"Mmm, you have no idea how incredible this feels for me. To watch your life slowly slip away. It's so....What's the word? Exotic." He said in a low tone.

"Please....stop...." She begged again, her voice hoarse from screaming. Everything hurt and her vision was starting to leave her. "Please...." Her voice was weak. Her struggles slowly stopped as the pain took over, making it hard for her to move. She just wanted the torture to end now.

"Just...end it..." She begged.

He stopped and let go of her hair then looked down at her. "You want it to end, hmm? I thought we were having fun. You said you wanted to play, remember?" He asked and laughed softly then gave her a swift kick to the stomach.

"Bitches like you don't deserve a quick death. Dogs of the military. How does it feel to be helpless, Riza? How does it feel to have no control over your life? You will never understand what it's like to have this power. Pathetic humans like yourself. The pleasure of power and pain is something that I long for. That I crave. Watching you suffer sets me on the highest of the high."

"I wanted to help you." She said, weakly, looking up at him after she was kicked. "Just end it, so that I can lose another part of my life." She tried to push herself up and only succeeded in falling back onto the ground with a soft whimper. One of her wings had been torn off, she just had one left.

She was so weak....she just wanted it to all end.

He moved over to her and kicked her again so that she was on her stomach now.

"You are powerless. You are helpless. Pathetic and weak. You sniveling little bitch. That's really all you are, is a fucking bitch. You let yourself be controlled by the military. You went a long with their rules. Never thinking for yourself. Always kissing your superior's ass." He said and knelt down beside Riza then leaned over her. And with a quick movement, he sank his teeth into that other wing of hers. Teeth piercing it.

She screamed again as he bit down on her wing. Yes, she knew that she let herself be controlled by the military, she did it so that she could stay close to Mustang and help push him to the top. What he didn't know was that she loved Roy, but then again, no one did.

"I may be powerless...but then again...so are you compared to the Malnosso..."

He started to hear Edward's voice scream at him from the back of his mind. Those screams and Riza's words were all too much for him and he finally ripped the damn thing off with his teeth, blood dripping from his lips now. He spat out the thing and it tumbled onto the ground.

Riza cried out one last time as her other wing was torn off. Her last scream died down, she slumped to the ground, the light in her brown eyes fading. Her breathing became shallower and shallower until finally she stopped breathing.