Solitary Confinement: Wake....

 

Oh god, the heat. I never would've pictured my death like this...dangling over a vat of boiling oil, crucified! Wrath, oh Wrath is gonna pay, if I ever get outta this fix. He buried 4 blades into my arrays. Yeah, those little circles aren't just for show. God it hurts like hell! Shit, it feels like I'm hanging over hell.

"Come back to your place of Birth..." Father says quietly. He scares me when he gets quiet. Just as he reaches for the lever to lower me into the death-pot, that Elric kid strolls in.

"Stop!" He doesn't look at all like I've beat the hell outta him, like I have earlier. He passes under a shadow, and when he emeges, he's completely changed. Tan, tall, black hair...an Ouroboros tattoo on his neck. Fuck. Another sibling. He walks up to Father and leans over the back of the chair. He drapes one arm over Fathe's shoulder. "Do you have to kill him? I wanted him." He sounds vaguely bored, as if he knows he'll get his way.

"No, I don't have to kill him." Father actually gave in! Envy looks furious. Father's hand drifts to the other lever, the one to lower me to the ground. "Why do I give in to you?"

"Because you like me best. After all, I am the youngest." He lets go of the old fart and comes up to me. He slowly takes out the blades. It still hurts. The chains on my arms drop to the ground. The vat closes, and I finally relax. But not completely.

"Why the hell did you save me?" I ask. He looks up into my eyes. His are a deep bloody color. Kinda scary.

"If I were you, I wouldn't ask questions you already know the answer to. It wastes time." He put one hand on his hip. Black swirly shit covered it. More tattoos.

"Oh this is gold. One brother is the only Homunculous who can age, one brother whos' the only Faggot Homunculous." Envy says with a sneer. The kid answers with the "finger."

"I may be a fag, but I can still kick yor ass...and I have good taste." Hah! I said that only seconds ago! I love the expression on Ugly's face! He opens his mouth to relpy, but Father interrupts.

"Enough quarreling. Insanity, you may go." He waves a hand to the left.

The kid leads the way outside. I reach to grab his arm, but I stop. In front of us stands Dorchet. I just saw him and Loa fucking die minutes ago! What the hell? I search his exposed skin for any trace of an Ouroboros, but all I see is clear, slightly tanned skin. He looks normal. His yukata top is off his shoulders and lies around his thighs, held on by his belt. The only difference. He nods to me, to the kid.

"Dorchet...what the hell-" He cuts me off by raising a hand, a grin on his face.

"He gave me a second chance." He looks at the kid. Then back at me. "The others are waiting." He turns and walks off in the direction of the city. Others? What has this new brother been doing?

The Devil's Nest is a big no, overrun by military men. Instead, we go across the city to a new place, bumping with techno, Sin City. My kind of place. Hot chicks dancing, liquor and cigs, no authority figures in sight. Yeah, I could get used to this...In the strobe ligting, I can just barely see Loa's huge sillouette loom out of the sea of ravers. Martel is sitting on the bar. A blue-haired guy is right next to her. Insanity introduces us.

"You two will get along just fine. If not, I'll kill ya both." He says with a slight smirk. The guy, Kimbley, is an escaped killer, able to transmute humans into bombs. Creepy. I think we'll get along as well.

"Where have you been? I've been lonely." Kimbley wraps his arms around Insanity's waist, one hand disappearing under his white shirt. I just notice,he's dressed like a goth. Probably is one. I try not to look too hard at the two and order a drink. Damn it's hard not to ntice Kimbley licking the side of my "brother's" neck. A faint heat resonated deep in my chest. I cough lightly, trying to get rid of the feeling. No such luck. I chug my glass, hoping that'll get rid of it. I choke. It's whiskey! Don't ever chug whiskey, ever! It burns my throat and chest, and I reach for the glass of water that comes with it. Whew...at least the heat's gone...I sneak a glance to my left, but the two are gone. Envy wasn't lying about the "faggot" comment. I have nothing against them, don't get me wrong. I've just never seen two of 'em go at it like that before. What the hell was that heat all about anyways? I don't like to be confused very much. I nod as the barkeep signals another drink.I sigh, and I can taste the whiskey in the back of my throat.Nasty, just nasty.

"Well?" A hand comes outta nowhere and slaps my back, making me spill half my drink. "You liking it here or what?" I turn to see the face of a military officer...someone I've never seen before. His glasses glinted in the flourescent lights, making it seem like he had fruity shades on. "My name's Hughes..at least, it was. Before Envy killed me. Used the form of my wife to do it."

"Damn. He's hit an all time low." I relpy.It's true. He's using people's weaknesses to get to them. Bastard.