Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Dying to Please ❯ Chapter 5
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By: Tory 
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Mystery / Romance / Suspense | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.14.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 625 | Visits: 314 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Mystery / Romance / Suspense | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.14.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 625 | Visits: 314 | Status: Work In Progress
((Chapter 6))
He tapped the pointed edge of the blade, watched it glissen in the dim light of the moon.
This place was much better. So many unsuspecting people. They didn't know he was RIGHT HERE.
He smiled bitterly. So close and yet so far away. They would go back to Crimson City sooner or later, he would make sure of that himself. Just to make sure though, a few more lives here and there.
Ah, the blood of the innocents. New place, new prey. He smiled again.
Fear was what made some reckless, rage that made them act without thinking. Fear did that too. He liked to see the fear in there eyes. The feeling that they knew they were going to die. Everyone felt fear in one way or another, there was always a weakness.
He watched as she turned, having caught the light casting of the blade from the corner of her eyes. He was running, she heard him.
Her breath was coming in ragged pants, she had to get back, warn them he was here. It was late, a little after twelve in the morning.
She had stepped out for a smoke and decided to take a brief walk before her watch. She turned the corner, her fingers tightening around her gun.
"Freeze...!" She saw his shadowey figure from far off and let off shot after shot. He staggered but kept coming. He just kept coming!
She turned and then felt a tearing pain in the back of both her knees. Her now empty gun slipped from her fingers and fell to the ground. His footsteps were closer now and then, and then she felt the sting of a needle in the back of her neck. She felt herself growing sluggish, her muscles slacking.
"Sadly, I don't have a lot of time on my hands." His voice was soft, deadly soft and ghastly.
He picked her up, cradling her in his arms as if she were a delicate baby. She felt the cool ground beneath her then. He tapped her on the nose and caugth a glimpse of two small blades...so thats what he had...she was growing dizzy...so thats what she had felt in the back of her knees...
"You won't be like the others, I regret that I don't have enough time." He kept on saying, as if to himself. As if he really wanted to take his time with something and not hurry. "Don't worry though, I'll make up for it."
She opened her mouth to scream but no sound emerged. Two sharp edged blades came in her line of vision but she couldn't move. She couldn't move anything but her eyes. But she could feel, oh god, she could feel. His laughter was the last thing she heard.
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He drew a finger through the blood pooled around her and under her...His head tilted to the side. "Such magnificient work..." His forfinger trailed a small circle beside her head and the dipped two fingers a little apart from each other in it and then a small curve... "There now, thats pretty, isn't it?" He patted her head and looked at the smiley face he had drawn, in her very own blood. "Yes. Very, very pretty." He cooed gently.
((Sorry for this short chapter but I wanted this part to have its on chapter, hope you guys like it and had a good visual of what was happening. nn))
He tapped the pointed edge of the blade, watched it glissen in the dim light of the moon.
This place was much better. So many unsuspecting people. They didn't know he was RIGHT HERE.
He smiled bitterly. So close and yet so far away. They would go back to Crimson City sooner or later, he would make sure of that himself. Just to make sure though, a few more lives here and there.
Ah, the blood of the innocents. New place, new prey. He smiled again.
Fear was what made some reckless, rage that made them act without thinking. Fear did that too. He liked to see the fear in there eyes. The feeling that they knew they were going to die. Everyone felt fear in one way or another, there was always a weakness.
He watched as she turned, having caught the light casting of the blade from the corner of her eyes. He was running, she heard him.
Her breath was coming in ragged pants, she had to get back, warn them he was here. It was late, a little after twelve in the morning.
She had stepped out for a smoke and decided to take a brief walk before her watch. She turned the corner, her fingers tightening around her gun.
"Freeze...!" She saw his shadowey figure from far off and let off shot after shot. He staggered but kept coming. He just kept coming!
She turned and then felt a tearing pain in the back of both her knees. Her now empty gun slipped from her fingers and fell to the ground. His footsteps were closer now and then, and then she felt the sting of a needle in the back of her neck. She felt herself growing sluggish, her muscles slacking.
"Sadly, I don't have a lot of time on my hands." His voice was soft, deadly soft and ghastly.
He picked her up, cradling her in his arms as if she were a delicate baby. She felt the cool ground beneath her then. He tapped her on the nose and caugth a glimpse of two small blades...so thats what he had...she was growing dizzy...so thats what she had felt in the back of her knees...
"You won't be like the others, I regret that I don't have enough time." He kept on saying, as if to himself. As if he really wanted to take his time with something and not hurry. "Don't worry though, I'll make up for it."
She opened her mouth to scream but no sound emerged. Two sharp edged blades came in her line of vision but she couldn't move. She couldn't move anything but her eyes. But she could feel, oh god, she could feel. His laughter was the last thing she heard.
------------------------------------------------------------------------ --------
He drew a finger through the blood pooled around her and under her...His head tilted to the side. "Such magnificient work..." His forfinger trailed a small circle beside her head and the dipped two fingers a little apart from each other in it and then a small curve... "There now, thats pretty, isn't it?" He patted her head and looked at the smiley face he had drawn, in her very own blood. "Yes. Very, very pretty." He cooed gently.
((Sorry for this short chapter but I wanted this part to have its on chapter, hope you guys like it and had a good visual of what was happening. nn))