Solitary Confinement: The truth behind truths.

 

Sex with Insanity is pure bliss. He knows what to say, what to do, where to touch. No woman has ever been like that with me, sorry ladies. The kid’s a sex-machine, like I said earlier. Just you try to find a woman like him, I dare you. I like this kid……After our ‘shower’, he suggested that we go look for his brother, who he hasn’t seen since he became a Homunculus. So here we are, in the middle of some alleyway, rain pouring down on us, just had a shower, thanks. The sky is real dark, too dark for midday. Lightning flickers above us, thunder not too far behind. Suddenly, the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. We aren’t alone. My black shield slowly inches its way up my arms, as not to alarm the kid. He doesn’t seem to notice anything, yet. I whirl around at the sound of shuffling. No one. Am I just paranoid? Again, that sound…..In front of me, Insanity’s body shudders. “You okay?” I say. God, my voice cracked horribly. Shit….someone’s right behind me……I turn my head, It’s Envy! He rams his elbow into my back, I crumple to the ground. It hurts…don’t get me wrong. That fucker’s tough when he wants to be.

“Hello, little brother….”He purrs. Sick little fuck…I’m gonna get him. He tilts his head at the kid, who I notice has grown pale and is shaking a little. What the hell… he’s not afraid of Envy, is he? Then I see it…the bone in his hand….from Edward Elric’s body….. “Not so tough now, are we?” I wanna shove his nose into his brain! Insanity look dead…..did they give him the red stones? God, I hope so…..Envy walks right up to the kid and closes his hand around his neck. Insanity’s too weak to fight back…..I force myself up, my back’s recovering already. I think Envy must have dislocated a disk or something…..I hear a snap, and then the pain’s gone.

“Hey Ugly….” I snarl. I’m pissed off. I raise one arm, all fingers but one are down, 3 guesses as to which finger. “Get your hands off him….”

Envy glares at me, but I’m not intimidated. He drops Insanity, who immediately throws up. No red stones, just pure blood. Fuck, they never gave him the stones…..shit-heads. He’s on his hands and knees, retching. He’s a sorry sight. He’s just a kid, too. Envy makes his way to me, and I punch him right in his smug face, the shield still up. I hear and feel bones crunching and snapping. Score one for me! When I’m mad, I get violent. You’ll do good to remember that. He bounces once off the pavement, leaving a bloody dent. I might have broken his spine….kudos for me!

I rush over to Insanity. He’s shaking like a leaf, and he’s pale. So that’s why he felt like shit all this time….Envy’s been following us, with Edward’s bones! Fucking prick-faced asshole! I’ll kill him, I swear it. I’ll dip him in boiling oil, and then let the dogs piss on him! He’s back up, I notice. He looks mad, but so am I! I stand, glaring daggers at the fucker. He wipes blood off his face. I can see a vein throbbing in his forehead. Nice look…..He rushes at me, a fist raised. I dodge it and swing my knee into his gut. He chokes and bends double. I use my knee again, bashing it into his face. I can feel his nose squishing into his skull. Mission accomplished. But I’m not done with him yet. I give him a roundhouse kick to the head, his neck twisting at a dangerous angle. But who gives a shit? Certainly not I! I watch as he smashes into the wall, then lies still. He’ll be back up again soon. In the meantime, I’m getting out of here. I gather Insanity up in my arms. Jesus, he barely weighs anything! I feel like I’ve just picked up a bag of nothing! He’s unconscious now, but at least he’s still alive. If a Homunculus doesn’t eat the red stones and takes a hit like Envy did, he wouldn’t get back up, at all.

Back at the house, I lay him down on the table. I stand there for a bit, watching him breathe. I shake my head and think. How am I gonna do this? I’ve never done it before, but I’ve heard Lust has done it….I take a deep breath. I wonder if it hurts. I walk over to the drawer. I yank it open; it’s full of silverware. I reach in and grab a knife. Too short, needs to be longer…..Dorchet’s sword might work…..I can see it leaning against the wall in the parlor. I zip over, grab it and fling the scabbard off. It clatters somewhere, I’m not too interested. I run back into the pantry, sword in hand. I stand in front of the table, in front of Insanity. He really looks dead now. He’s pale; barely breathing…..but at least he’s starting to come around. I raise the sword. I take a deep breath, and plunge the blade into my side. I taste blood in the back of my throat. I ignore it and rip the thing from one side to the other. My guts spill forth, literally. My intestines splatter all over the floor, a few red stones with them. I kneel, picking them up. I still have a few left inside my body, enough to heal the large slit on my torso. In a flash, again, literally, it’s gone, all cleaned up. I slide a hand under his neck, lifting him onto a sitting position. I press a stone against his lips. He moans, but allows me to slide it in. He swallows it, and his skin returns to that healthy, tan color. Thank God…..I give him another. After a third, he’s able to sit up and move around without my help. So now I know why he felt like shit all this time….Envy’s been following us, with Edward’s bones…..