What Lurks Beneath

Epilogue

Raymond glided through the streets feeling like a king. Not only had he sent Mustang running away with his tail between his legs, but he’d also killed the Fullmetal Alchemist! He was higher than a kite, checking out every shop and street girl he passed. One caught his attention, a pretty slip of a girl, with dark curly hair and bright eyes that begged ‘hurt me’. She glanced at him and smiled, blushing just slightly. Then she turned and hurried down an alley. Raymond quickly followed her. It was pitch black; he couldn’t see his hands in front of his face. But he felt her, suddenly, her hands scrabbling against his belt.

Nails pricked his stomach, adding pain to the pleasure. But the nails kept digging in, and Raymond fought to get away. Those nails were inhumanly strong, tearing through flesh and muscle to get at the tender organs within. Raymond screamed and thrashed, but the girl wouldn’t let him go and no one was coming to save him. Then suddenly, she released him, and a single light flared into existence, allowing Raymond to see his entrails spilling out on the ground. Before him stood the pretty, effeminate creature he’d killed two weeks earlier.

“No,” Envy said smiling. “You didn’t kill me. You see, I can’t die.”

Raymond fell to his knees and Envy put his hands on either side of Ray’s head. Then he began to squeeze, pressing inward. “But you can.”

Bone shattered and Ray’s scream was cut off, and Envy mushed brains and bone between his fingers. The decapitated body fell backwards, and Envy daintily shook gore from his hands before wiping them clean on the body’s clothing.

Smiling, Envy turned to walk away, humming as he melted back into the crowds of people. Sooner or later, someone would find the body. A formal investigation would be gin, but then casually lost. But Envy made sure to send a little present to Roy Mustang, an anonymous tip and a sliver of bone. Let him figure it out for himself.

Let him figure out that hurting Envy’s little brothers was a quick, painful way to die.

Envy began laughing and people scrambled out of his way.