Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ The Eigth Sin ❯ Chapter 4

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

chapter four

"I know who I was, and you said I'd never make it out alive," Pride sneered. He proudly walked about before the other five sins who watched with sweatdrops.
"That's only because you went on a Sunday, smart one," Lust told him, chuckling at Pride's over-confident antics.
Pride stopped. "Huh?" He thought about it, then pouted. He thought he had done something amazing, but he hadn't even considered what day it had been. Of course, he did realize that if it hadn't been Sunday after all what might've happened to him. He wasn't too happy about those possibilities.
"Whatever. I know who I was, don't I? Isn't that the point? Heh. I was the one that killed Greed, but Envy killed me...and he was my brother. I sealed you into a necklace," Pride reminded Lust, who scoffed, "And not to mention that I kicked your ass about five bajillion times," Pride told Wrath, who clung onto Sloth.
Pride watched him and approached Sloth, poking her in the chest. "I made you, didn't I? Yes, I did. You owe me something for even being here."
"I owe you nothing. If anything, it is you that owes me. The person I had once been birthed who you once were. You should remain grateful to me as I gave you a life already," Sloth smoothly reminded.
"Whatever." Pride hated her when she thought deeper on a subject than he did. In fact, he hated anyone that bested him at anything. He was Pride, after all. He had to be the best.
Wrath abruptly began to jerk about. He held his head in his hands and began to scream as he writhed upon the stone floor.
"What's wrong with him?" Lust asked lazily.
"Maybe he ate something that didn't agree," Gluttony suggested.
Lust rolled her eyes at him. She stood to kneel next to the out of control child and asked him what was bothering him.
"There's... There's another... Another one has been born... I can hear her crying in my head..." Wrath stammered in a psychotic manner. His eyes twitched, his mouth forced into a twisted smile. "She's very strong... Temptation..."
"Sounds yummy... A fresh new homonculus out and about... Maybe we should find her." Gluttony hissed with a lick to his chops.
"She's there! She trapped!" Wrath yelled.
"Where is she, kid?" Pride asked. He didn't even know that Wrath could tell when other homonculi were created, but he wanted to know anyway. He felt something deep down inside of him; a hunger if you would. He didn't even know why he cared about anything or anyone other than himself, but he did. He was caring for this new homonculus. He wanted to know where it was.
"The HEADQUARTERS!!!" Wrath screamed before falling into semi-comatose.
Sloth gathered him up and laid him on a pew. She sat next to him, stroking his hair and whispering words of comfort to the trembling form.
"But I just got back from there!" Pride whined. He glared at Wrath but disappeared off to the State Alchemist HQ again.
'This better not be some kind of wimpy little... Well, if Wrath said this one was strong... Maybe this could be more fun than I put my mind to.' Pride simirked as he effortlessly killed a passerby, stealing their clothes as a disguise.

There was a new man at the front desk. It was daylight, and so it would be more noticable to kill him, so he passed. Pride told a lie as to why he was there, saying that he was visiting his husband [he stole a woman's clothes].
He walked through without difficulty and took the stairs up to the third floor. This didn't help because he had no idea where in the nine hells he was going. He stopped before every door, peering into it.
He slumped against a wall, about to become lazy and give up. It was only the memory of Wrath stammering about how strong this new one was that made him keep going. His personal greed for power overthrew him.
As he rounded a corner, he could have sworn that he heard footsteps. He ignored them, for he knew his disguise was very good. His slightly feminine bodyshape and thin legs made him pass off as a very beautiful woman, indeed, not to mention his extremely long, black braid as well. He knew that no one could possibly see what he really was...except for he could feel his power wearing off. He was only able to hide his mark [the homonculus's mark] for so long, and he could feel the seal weakening.
"I need to find this kid quick before I get caught," he instructed himself. He walked faster but continued to act as dainty as before.

Edward carried to manilla folder in both hands. It was the Kira case files which he was ordered by a supposedly 'exhausted' Roy to correctly file in the record room. He wasn't going to actually do the filing. He would simply hand it to Schezka for her to do. After all, she was historian or something like that. Why bother to do something that you could do wrong when you could hand it to someone who you knew would do it right?
He dropped off the folder, reminding Schezka to take it in both hands because it was so bloated and heavy. He walked proudly out of the office and was about to go and find Ellen when he heard quickly approaching footsteps from down the hall. He thought that it would be Fury.
'That guy is always in such a hurry,' Ed told himself with a laugh. However, when he passed the owner of the footsteps, he realized that it wasn't Fury in the slightest.

Pride whirled around to look at the person he had just passed. He saw himself eye to eye with...himself.
The man was slightly short, but he possessed the same hair, same golden eyes, and the same antannae even as Pride did.
At the same time as the man said it, Pride exclaimed, "You...You're me!!"
He knew who he was looking at. It was who he used to be. It was none other than Edward Elric. He knew he was in deep shit if he got caught by that guy.
Pride turned and ran in the direction that he was going.
"Hey, come back here!" Edward called, transmuting his automail into a spear.
"Try to catch me!" Pride taunted. He ran as fast as his legs would carry him, and since his legs were thinner and longer than Edward's, they took him a long way. Though, the fact that he was wearing sandals didn't help. He slipped on the smooth tile flooring, only to land on his face. He crawled quickly into a door to his left and hid there, carefully catching his breath.
"Thank Dante..." he panted, wiping sweat from his brow just as his mark fully appeared on his flesh. He sank to the floor a bit and closed his eyes. Pride was about to take some kind of a nap when he heard breathing in the room that wasn't his own.
He opened his golden eyes quickly to see that he was't alone. In the room also, across from him sitting in a chair was a teenage girl in a white dress with blood red hair and sky blue eyes.
For some reason he got a shiver up his spine as he looked at her ghostly pale personage. He felt a surge of some kind of energy shooting off of her, and he smirked something evil. He knew he had struck gold.