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(AN: Ok, I am SO sick of writing this. If I owned them, I would be famous and rich so it's obvious that  I DON'T OWN THE CHARACTERS!!! OR OLD TOWN…XD but hey, I can dream. Thank you all so much for your wonderful reviews. They mean a lot to me and they keep me going. So if you keep sending me pretty reviews like you all have been, I will keep writing. <3)
As always I don't own these guys. If I did as always they will NOT be doing what they do in the anime or the manga…MUAHAHAHAH they are property of Hiromu Arakawa.
Ed: So what happens to me in this chapter? *stares at author*
Malfoysdaughter: *Sweatdrops* well if I tell you now, the fans and readers won't have to read to find out. They will stab me to death..so um you are on your own to see…
Ed: WHAT?!
Roy: HA Welcome to my world! I haven't had my POV for the past THREE CHAPTERS!
Ed: Well if you didn't run away and let her freaking tie me to that chair, YOU'D GET MORE TIME! *pouts*
Roy: I guess you have a point…
Malfoysdaughter: Why don't you both shut up and let me get on with this? *Pulls out rope* Ok whose up to be tied?
Both: UMM ok…
Roy: LOVE YOU ED BYE!! *runs away*
Ed: Ohhh shit……

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Ed~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

He lowers his hand and I see blood the color of a rose roll down his chin from his nose. I brace myself as I meet his gaze, trying not to let him see the panic that is bubbling in my stomach like a vat of acid. We both stand there frozen for only a second longer, although it seems like years to me. Finally, he makes the first move.

Bracing myself for the blow I think he has prepared for me, I drop into a stance I've always done. It's  like dropping a comforting blanket around my shoulders as I eye him. But the stance is useless. He pulls out a gun. The look in his eyes says that he doesn't care what I try, he'll kill me right here, right now. Something in the back of my mind is screaming that it doesn't matter if it's now or later that he shoots me, either way I'm going to die.

The other part of my brain is trying to keep sane. I hate guns, but even through the static that is my irrational part, the part screaming for me to listen finally wins the war. But by the time the word rolls through my thoughts like thunder rolls over the stormy plains, it's too late. The lightning has struck.

A warning shot just grazes my cheek and I stifle the cry of pain. It could be worse. "Now then Dallas, we are just going to go to my place and have a good time ok? Don't scream, and don't do anything stupid. I will not hesitate to use this if you do." He waves the pistol around like it's no big deal. I just nod. Plans begin to form in my mind and I hope that they will work.

He grabs my arm again and I just let him. The barrel of the gun has found a nice warm home in the small of my back. He uses his own jacket and the way his hand is positioned to make it look like he's just rubbing me. The girls just keep to their own twisted little worlds and I'm all alone in my nightmare, screaming deep down for it to end.

We finally come upon a semi descent apartment complex. It's cleaner than mine, although not by much. None of the windows are broken and only the expensive girls work here, so most of them are on the streets right now. He lets my arm go to unlock the door, but keeps the icy barrel against me. It feels as though an ice sickle has been pressed against fevered skin. Blaine, or Johnny, by now I don't care what he's called, throws open the door and shoves me in. "Walk." The command is simple, yet my stubborn side wants to fight. I want to kick him, fight him, and hurt him. Yet I can't.

Unbidden thoughts of my motley family race through my mind. Al, Roy, Winry and all of their smiling faces. I can't fight him, I can't hurt him. I CAN'T DIE! Blaine keeps a steady hand at my back as he guides me to the room he's apparently occupying.
We make it to a black door and I feel like it will open into Hell itself. And in a sense, I am. The door is about to open to my own personal Hell that, no matter what happens, I must live through to see their faces again. He pulls out a dull key the color of rust, and I wonder if it's just painted by the girls' blood, the ones that walked in this door, but never walked out.

He throws the door open and I can't see past the light that leaks in from the doorway. Stepping in, I let my instincts take over. He steps in behind me and slams the door shut. The pistol is still against my back, so I have to force myself to wait. Blaine doesn't turn the light on and it bugs me. I can't fight if I can't see where I am. Apparently he knows the room by heart because he just pushes me along like someone would a shopping cart.

The edge of the bed crashes against my knees and he pushes me down onto it. It gives slightly under my weight. I land on my stomach with a grunt. I hear him rustling around in the shadows. Rolling over, I crawl over to the wall. My back slams against it and I'm straining to see what he's doing. I hear the clatter of something hitting the nightstand. I can't tell if it's the pistol or what. Blindly I reach slowly for whatever it is. But just as my fingers graze the edge of the bed, he's dropping down beside me like a stone.

He feels my hand and slaps it. "Don't even try it." He whispers in my ear. I shudder at the sensation. "What to do with you first?" He licks the shell of my ear.

"Get the fuck away from me!" I spit the words through my teeth. He laughs and it reminds of Valkyri. I gather my strength and try to shove him away. He just snickers and shoves me down deeper into the mattress. I'm officially pined. "Blaine, you don't understand. Please just let me up. I won't run." I'm trying to talk to him, make him think straight.

"Please Dallas. Do you know how many times I've heard that?" He snaps, sitting up. I can't see his face, but just the way his voice is full of ice I know he's pissed and I shouldn't egg him on.  But I still try.

"Blaine, I don't want this like this! I just want you to go slowly with me. I want to be able to enjoy myself." I'm stalling for time, and saying things that make sick to my stomach. Finally his grip relents and isn't trying to rip it from my body. But the grip he has on my automail I don't feel.

"So you do want me? You aren't going to fight me?" He asks voice low. I just nod. I can't verbally agree to something that I'm not really going to keep. Slowly, as though I'm a being made of thin glass, he moves in. Gently he starts to nip at my neck and all I want to do is stab him.

I try to ignore what he's doing to me as I try to formulate a plot in my head to escape. His hands brush my nipple rings and I try to fight losing myself to the touch. I'm losing fast though as his hands run softly down my body, tracing my curves and learning the shapes of my muscles. As his hand brushes the piercing in my navel, my body betrays me and arches into the touch.

"So, I found something you like." Blaine breaths against my ear. I thrash my head from side to side. No, I don't really like any of this. I don't want it. It's not right, he's not Roy and I don't love him. Finally, my brain kicks into over drive as he starts to undo my chaps. I am not just going to lay here being the victim. Throwing all caution to the winds and letting my sanity shatter to the hard, cold floor, I slap my hands together.

He doesn't suspect a thing, the creep just keeps on caressing my body. I reach down and slam both of my hands onto the bed. The blanket we are laying on turns itself into a tight binding prison for his arms. It yanks them off of me and pins him to his own bed. Leaping from the bed as quick as a startled hare, I clap my hands together once again. Glaring down at him, I mimic his evil smirk.

"I told you before, don't fucking touch me. Now then, you aren't who you say you are, are you?" I ask him. He just growls at me. Reaching over, I snap on the lamp. It was the pistol that he had tossed on to the nightstand.  I reach over and grab it. "So is this what you used to kill all those girls that you dumped in Central?" I ask him softly.

"It's none of your concern why I have that. And what do you mean about the girls? I'm here only for one reason. You know why." His eyes travel my body slowly. I roll my eyes at the lie.

"I know it was you. Any girl here would willingly follow you to this very room to give you what they are selling. But every time one walked in, she never walked out alive. So why did you do it? Trying to get publicity? Or what?" I question him.

"I don't really think it's any of your business as to why I did what I did in this room. But I will say this, the girls here don't deserve to have their own laws. Everyone in this stinking city has to obey the laws set for us by the military. Why should the whores of this place be any different?" He spits back at me. Fury is twisting his once handsome face into the mask of what could resemble a demon.

"So it really was you causing us all those problems. Well, I'm kinda glad that you never figured out that my name isn't really Dallas. I'm Edward Elric, more commonly known as the Fullmetal Alchemist. One of the military's prized show dogs." I grin as I talk. His eyes narrow as he looks me up and down.

"You're the famous Fullmetal?" He laughs slightly as he talks.

"What's so funny about who I am?" I hiss.

"If you're such a prized dog to them, then why did they send you down here to hunt a killer? They don't care what happens down here. Or did you do something that would make them mad at you?" His voice is light and airy, as though we are simply stating how the weather is. But his eyes haven't lost the glint of a mad man. He's trying to trick me into a false sense of security.

"They knew that you wouldn't be able to pass me up. Or one other man for that matter, but since he's higher up on the food chain then I am, I was sent. They never really took their eyes off of me once while I was here.  Every step I took was reported back to them through one particular person. No, I'm not going to cry names or gender. It's none of your concern. What IS your concern is that you should be afraid, very very afraid." My voice is low and I add the ice that I learned from Valkyri. She may be a bitch, but she did teach me a thing or two indirectly.

Blaine just snorts at me. "Why should I be afraid of you? You don't have the heart of a killer. I can see it in your eyes that you don't. So don't try to scare me into talking. I won't tell you a thing.  Keep waving that gun around and it might just be you in trouble." He says, struggling with his bindings.
"What do you mean, I might be the one in trouble? I'm not a mass murderer. I'm just keeping you in my sights as my backup shows up." I'm lying through my teeth about the backup but he doesn't need to know that.  Sighing, I cock the gun. This is about to get interesting.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Roy~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

I'm storming back and forth across my living room floor, more than likely worrying the two people perched on my couch. I'm normally the calm one in situations like this. But they were never involving Ed.  Hawkeye and Hughes are watching me though narrow eyes.

"You know Roy,  you could just let one of us go down there. They don't know that we know you or Ed." Hawkeye says. I just glare at her and keep pacing. I don't want to put them in any danger. This mission was for Ed alone until I was sent to get a body that wasn't really there.  They keep watching me.

"Roy please, you're acting like a caged tiger. You need to calm down and think about this. If you just jump in without a strategy you could kill not only yourself but Ed as well. Now, sit down and take a breath." Hughes sighs. All I do is just snarl at him and stop moving. My nerves are on the edge, my heart is pounding and I can hardly breath. If anything happens to Ed, it would be my fault. I should have just stayed home, I should have never went to the bar.

My mind kicks into over drive with what I shouldn't have done. But as it gets more wrapped around Ed and his safety a picture of him under me with his cheeks painted pink and his mouth open slightly. I feel my face heating up and someone else stirs. Quickly I banish those thoughts. Now is not the time to be getting all fired up. The only person that I have ever truly loved is out in Old Town right now after a killer and here I am having dirty thoughts about him.

"SIR!" The name snaps through my thoughts and causes me to turn towards my friends. Hawkeye narrows her eyes at me. "Please, if you don't stop now I'm going to have to take you out myself and Hughes and I will deal with this. Now, knock it off and take a breath. You said this Sahara girl told you that Ed had been sold. After giving you the name she was told she left, correct?" Hawkeye's just trying to be reasonable but rage is clouding my vision and all I can see is a screen of red.

"I told you before damn it. I'm sick of repeating myself! Just what the fuck did you get on this guy?!" I snap, trying to keep my voice under control. She raises an eyebrow at me.

"My threat is still standing." Her voice is low. Hughes is watching us from the side lines, one of his knifes in his hand. He's flipping it around with laser precision.

"Roy, I'm only going to say this once. We go in with you. You head for where ever Ed is, and Hawkeye and I will cover you. We're in this together. He's one of us, and he's also the only one that has ever made you fall in love. So no matter what happens we will help you find him. Now, are you ready or do  you have to go and get something?" He's talking to me like we're just discussing a regular mission over a glass of whiskey.

"I'm as ready as I will be. When I find this guy, I'm going to skin him alive."

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(AN: Ok, I am SO sick of writing this. If I owned them, I would be famous and rich so it's obvious that  I DON'T OWN THE CHARACTERS!!! OR OLD TOWN…XD but hey, I can dream. Thank you all so much for your wonderful reviews. They mean a lot to me and they keep me going. So if you keep sending me pretty reviews like you all have been, I will keep writing. <3)
As always I don't own these guys. If I did as always they will NOT be doing what they do in the anime or the manga…MUAHAHAHAH they are property of Hiromu Arakawa.
Ed: So what happens to me in this chapter? *stares at author*
Malfoysdaughter: *Sweatdrops* well if I tell you now, the fans and readers won't have to read to find out. They will stab me to death..so um you are on your own to see…
Ed: WHAT?!
Roy: HA Welcome to my world! I haven't had my POV for the past THREE CHAPTERS!
Ed: Well if you didn't run away and let her freaking tie me to that chair, YOU'D GET MORE TIME! *pouts*
Roy: I guess you have a point…
Malfoysdaughter: Why don't you both shut up and let me get on with this? *Pulls out rope* Ok whose up to be tied?
Both: UMM ok…
Roy: LOVE YOU ED BYE!! *runs away*
Ed: Ohhh shit……

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Ed~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

He lowers his hand and I see blood the color of a rose roll down his chin from his nose. I brace myself as I meet his gaze, trying not to let him see the panic that is bubbling in my stomach like a vat of acid. We both stand there frozen for only a second longer, although it seems like years to me. Finally, he makes the first move.

Bracing myself for the blow I think he has prepared for me, I drop into a stance I've always done. It's  like dropping a comforting blanket around my shoulders as I eye him. But the stance is useless. He pulls out a gun. The look in his eyes says that he doesn't care what I try, he'll kill me right here, right now. Something in the back of my mind is screaming that it doesn't matter if it's now or later that he shoots me, either way I'm going to die.

The other part of my brain is trying to keep sane. I hate guns, but even through the static that is my irrational part, the part screaming for me to listen finally wins the war. But by the time the word rolls through my thoughts like thunder rolls over the stormy plains, it's too late. The lightning has struck.

A warning shot just grazes my cheek and I stifle the cry of pain. It could be worse. "Now then Dallas, we are just going to go to my place and have a good time ok? Don't scream, and don't do anything stupid. I will not hesitate to use this if you do." He waves the pistol around like it's no big deal. I just nod. Plans begin to form in my mind and I hope that they will work.

He grabs my arm again and I just let him. The barrel of the gun has found a nice warm home in the small of my back. He uses his own jacket and the way his hand is positioned to make it look like he's just rubbing me. The girls just keep to their own twisted little worlds and I'm all alone in my nightmare, screaming deep down for it to end.

We finally come upon a semi descent apartment complex. It's cleaner than mine, although not by much. None of the windows are broken and only the expensive girls work here, so most of them are on the streets right now. He lets my arm go to unlock the door, but keeps the icy barrel against me. It feels as though an ice sickle has been pressed against fevered skin. Blaine, or Johnny, by now I don't care what he's called, throws open the door and shoves me in. "Walk." The command is simple, yet my stubborn side wants to fight. I want to kick him, fight him, and hurt him. Yet I can't.

Unbidden thoughts of my motley family race through my mind. Al, Roy, Winry and all of their smiling faces. I can't fight him, I can't hurt him. I CAN'T DIE! Blaine keeps a steady hand at my back as he guides me to the room he's apparently occupying.
We make it to a black door and I feel like it will open into Hell itself. And in a sense, I am. The door is about to open to my own personal Hell that, no matter what happens, I must live through to see their faces again. He pulls out a dull key the color of rust, and I wonder if it's just painted by the girls' blood, the ones that walked in this door, but never walked out.

He throws the door open and I can't see past the light that leaks in from the doorway. Stepping in, I let my instincts take over. He steps in behind me and slams the door shut. The pistol is still against my back, so I have to force myself to wait. Blaine doesn't turn the light on and it bugs me. I can't fight if I can't see where I am. Apparently he knows the room by heart because he just pushes me along like someone would a shopping cart.

The edge of the bed crashes against my knees and he pushes me down onto it. It gives slightly under my weight. I land on my stomach with a grunt. I hear him rustling around in the shadows. Rolling over, I crawl over to the wall. My back slams against it and I'm straining to see what he's doing. I hear the clatter of something hitting the nightstand. I can't tell if it's the pistol or what. Blindly I reach slowly for whatever it is. But just as my fingers graze the edge of the bed, he's dropping down beside me like a stone.

He feels my hand and slaps it. "Don't even try it." He whispers in my ear. I shudder at the sensation. "What to do with you first?" He licks the shell of my ear.

"Get the fuck away from me!" I spit the words through my teeth. He laughs and it reminds of Valkyri. I gather my strength and try to shove him away. He just snickers and shoves me down deeper into the mattress. I'm officially pined. "Blaine, you don't understand. Please just let me up. I won't run." I'm trying to talk to him, make him think straight.

"Please Dallas. Do you know how many times I've heard that?" He snaps, sitting up. I can't see his face, but just the way his voice is full of ice I know he's pissed and I shouldn't egg him on.  But I still try.

"Blaine, I don't want this like this! I just want you to go slowly with me. I want to be able to enjoy myself." I'm stalling for time, and saying things that make sick to my stomach. Finally his grip relents and isn't trying to rip it from my body. But the grip he has on my automail I don't feel.

"So you do want me? You aren't going to fight me?" He asks voice low. I just nod. I can't verbally agree to something that I'm not really going to keep. Slowly, as though I'm a being made of thin glass, he moves in. Gently he starts to nip at my neck and all I want to do is stab him.

I try to ignore what he's doing to me as I try to formulate a plot in my head to escape. His hands brush my nipple rings and I try to fight losing myself to the touch. I'm losing fast though as his hands run softly down my body, tracing my curves and learning the shapes of my muscles. As his hand brushes the piercing in my navel, my body betrays me and arches into the touch.

"So, I found something you like." Blaine breaths against my ear. I thrash my head from side to side. No, I don't really like any of this. I don't want it. It's not right, he's not Roy and I don't love him. Finally, my brain kicks into over drive as he starts to undo my chaps. I am not just going to lay here being the victim. Throwing all caution to the winds and letting my sanity shatter to the hard, cold floor, I slap my hands together.

He doesn't suspect a thing, the creep just keeps on caressing my body. I reach down and slam both of my hands onto the bed. The blanket we are laying on turns itself into a tight binding prison for his arms. It yanks them off of me and pins him to his own bed. Leaping from the bed as quick as a startled hare, I clap my hands together once again. Glaring down at him, I mimic his evil smirk.

"I told you before, don't fucking touch me. Now then, you aren't who you say you are, are you?" I ask him. He just growls at me. Reaching over, I snap on the lamp. It was the pistol that he had tossed on to the nightstand.  I reach over and grab it. "So is this what you used to kill all those girls that you dumped in Central?" I ask him softly.

"It's none of your concern why I have that. And what do you mean about the girls? I'm here only for one reason. You know why." His eyes travel my body slowly. I roll my eyes at the lie.

"I know it was you. Any girl here would willingly follow you to this very room to give you what they are selling. But every time one walked in, she never walked out alive. So why did you do it? Trying to get publicity? Or what?" I question him.

"I don't really think it's any of your business as to why I did what I did in this room. But I will say this, the girls here don't deserve to have their own laws. Everyone in this stinking city has to obey the laws set for us by the military. Why should the whores of this place be any different?" He spits back at me. Fury is twisting his once handsome face into the mask of what could resemble a demon.

"So it really was you causing us all those problems. Well, I'm kinda glad that you never figured out that my name isn't really Dallas. I'm Edward Elric, more commonly known as the Fullmetal Alchemist. One of the military's prized show dogs." I grin as I talk. His eyes narrow as he looks me up and down.

"You're the famous Fullmetal?" He laughs slightly as he talks.

"What's so funny about who I am?" I hiss.

"If you're such a prized dog to them, then why did they send you down here to hunt a killer? They don't care what happens down here. Or did you do something that would make them mad at you?" His voice is light and airy, as though we are simply stating how the weather is. But his eyes haven't lost the glint of a mad man. He's trying to trick me into a false sense of security.

"They knew that you wouldn't be able to pass me up. Or one other man for that matter, but since he's higher up on the food chain then I am, I was sent. They never really took their eyes off of me once while I was here.  Every step I took was reported back to them through one particular person. No, I'm not going to cry names or gender. It's none of your concern. What IS your concern is that you should be afraid, very very afraid." My voice is low and I add the ice that I learned from Valkyri. She may be a bitch, but she did teach me a thing or two indirectly.

Blaine just snorts at me. "Why should I be afraid of you? You don't have the heart of a killer. I can see it in your eyes that you don't. So don't try to scare me into talking. I won't tell you a thing.  Keep waving that gun around and it might just be you in trouble." He says, struggling with his bindings.
"What do you mean, I might be the one in trouble? I'm not a mass murderer. I'm just keeping you in my sights as my backup shows up." I'm lying through my teeth about the backup but he doesn't need to know that.  Sighing, I cock the gun. This is about to get interesting.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Roy~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

I'm storming back and forth across my living room floor, more than likely worrying the two people perched on my couch. I'm normally the calm one in situations like this. But they were never involving Ed.  Hawkeye and Hughes are watching me though narrow eyes.

"You know Roy,  you could just let one of us go down there. They don't know that we know you or Ed." Hawkeye says. I just glare at her and keep pacing. I don't want to put them in any danger. This mission was for Ed alone until I was sent to get a body that wasn't really there.  They keep watching me.

"Roy please, you're acting like a caged tiger. You need to calm down and think about this. If you just jump in without a strategy you could kill not only yourself but Ed as well. Now, sit down and take a breath." Hughes sighs. All I do is just snarl at him and stop moving. My nerves are on the edge, my heart is pounding and I can hardly breath. If anything happens to Ed, it would be my fault. I should have just stayed home, I should have never went to the bar.

My mind kicks into over drive with what I shouldn't have done. But as it gets more wrapped around Ed and his safety a picture of him under me with his cheeks painted pink and his mouth open slightly. I feel my face heating up and someone else stirs. Quickly I banish those thoughts. Now is not the time to be getting all fired up. The only person that I have ever truly loved is out in Old Town right now after a killer and here I am having dirty thoughts about him.

"SIR!" The name snaps through my thoughts and causes me to turn towards my friends. Hawkeye narrows her eyes at me. "Please, if you don't stop now I'm going to have to take you out myself and Hughes and I will deal with this. Now, knock it off and take a breath. You said this Sahara girl told you that Ed had been sold. After giving you the name she was told she left, correct?" Hawkeye's just trying to be reasonable but rage is clouding my vision and all I can see is a screen of red.

"I told you before damn it. I'm sick of repeating myself! Just what the fuck did you get on this guy?!" I snap, trying to keep my voice under control. She raises an eyebrow at me.

"My threat is still standing." Her voice is low. Hughes is watching us from the side lines, one of his knifes in his hand. He's flipping it around with laser precision.

"Roy, I'm only going to say this once. We go in with you. You head for where ever Ed is, and Hawkeye and I will cover you. We're in this together. He's one of us, and he's also the only one that has ever made you fall in love. So no matter what happens we will help you find him. Now, are you ready or do  you have to go and get something?" He's talking to me like we're just discussing a regular mission over a glass of whiskey.

"I'm as ready as I will be. When I find this guy, I'm going to skin him alive."