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Chapter Twenty

Wow. Can't even remember how long it's been since I updated. Too long, anyway. I've been working on this chapter for bloody ages, and I'm actually finishing it right now watching (listening, really) to episode seven (season one) of Supernatural. I've actually watched all eleven seasons already but seeing as that I now have to wait until October for the confirmed twelfth season, I decided I might as well re-watch the whole thing, mostly just to re-live the early stuff.

Oh. That's not really relevant. Sorry.

In any case, for those of you on Wattpad, what do you think of the picture I attached? I drew it myself. I've been working a lot on my digital art skills and I'm quite happy with how it came out. Ignore the background. I suck at those.

For my FFN friends the picture should be up soon on my DeviantArt, my username is exactly the same as the one here. Feel free to check it out. ;)

Enjoy the chapter.

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Cause it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything to break me down
Cause it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything
Your heaven's trying everything to break me down
To break me down
To break me down

Your heaven's trying everything
Your heaven's trying everything to break me down

~Far From Home (Five Finger Death Punch)

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"So, now that you've managed to re-capture him, what do you plant to do, Envy?" A woman's voice said over the pounding in Edward's skull.

"That's a good question." Another voice responded. Envy. Ed tried to open his eyes, but found that when he did, he still could see nothing. He became aware of a strip of fabric over his eyes. As his senses returned, he also realised that both of his arms were shackled together above his head. He pulled down slightly, and heard a chain clink. The voices stopped conversing.

"Looks like he's waking up." The woman said.

"Looks like it." Envy said. Footsteps, slapping on hard concrete. Edward stiffened. "Hey, pipsqueak! You awake?" Ed said nothing.

"Poor Envy." The woman laughed. "He's ignoring you."

"Shut up, hag." Envy snapped. "Come on, pipsqueak, don't be like that." Ed flinched as he felt cold fingers grab a hold of his chin, tilting it upwards. He tried to rip away, but the grip tightened to the point of bruising. "Don't ignore me, little one." He said, his voice soft but his tone cold. Edward shifted, and became aware that his legs weren't bound. He was standing, half suspended in the air by whatever was holding up his arms. He tensed his abdomen suddenly, throwing up his legs and his bare feet made contact with a startled Envy's stomach, and the homunculus - Ed still could hardly believe that it was true - was thrown back, and Ed heard his land on his ass. He had to hold back from grinning.

"You little runt!" Envy snarled, and he stood up and backhanded Ed across the face. Ed's head snapped to the side, and his right cheek burned from the impact. "How dare you! You think you're smart, don't you, you little bastard!" Envy punched Ed in the gut, and Ed gasped as the breath flew from him, the sheer force of the blow winding him. "But you are, aren't you? A bastard. You're father never married your mother before he fucked her, did he? He fucked her and then you were born. I'll bet he never wanted you from the start, did he pipsqueak? Why else would he have left you all-"