Before she could scream again, I grabbed the knife handle, and ran at the girl. I covered her mouth, and slammed her against the wall. She was paralyzed with fear, breath coming in quick, short bursts, and her body was trembling against mine. I leaned forward, and licked up the tears from her left cheek, her eyes going wide. "Get your hands off my daughter!" To my left, her dad yelled at me, and I heard the sound of a gun being cocked. I shivered and pressed the knife to the girl's throat. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. Pull that trigger, and her head comes off." Does he kill me, and risk losing his daughter? Or does he obey, and possibly lose his own life in the process? I could practically hear him deciding, and gave him a moment to choose. Finally, he lowered the gun. "What do you want?" Easy enough question. "I've got this urge to make you all bleed, so I want to sate it." I sliced the girl's throat, and shoved her to her dad, whose head I kicked from the left side. His whole body flung into the doorway, and shook it, cracking it all the way to the ceiling.

He was stunned, and dropped his daughter, she fell on her face, blood pooling in front of her, and onto her dad's shoes. I let the girl bleed out, and grabbed the old man by the collar, leaving the gun, and dropping the knife as well, pulling him down the stairs. I had a lot of trouble with him, he was fat, and old, and far too heavy for my small size. He started to wake up just as I got him off the stairs but he wasn't awake enough to struggle. I dragged him to a dining room seat, and got him on it, leaning him against the chair while I looked for something to tie him with. I found some cable looking things in the basement, and grabbed the longest one. When I got back to him, his eyes narrowed, and he went to get up. Before he could get all the way to me, I gripped the cable tightly at one end, and whipped him in the face with the other. Blood sprayed to the side, and landed on the wall, he cried out, and clutched his nose, staggering back. I had a new idea, and decided against binding the man, instead kicking him back, onto the ground, and straddling his waist. I could only hold one hand above his head but it would be enough.

I struck his face repeatedly with the cable, blood oozing, and spraying in every direction, no matter how he fought back. He scratched at me, tried to block his face, and tried to get me off him. I paused, leaned up, and tied his hands together, he wouldn't be alive much longer, and I was getting tired of the struggle. I stood up, grabbed another, much longer, knife from the kitchen, and stood above, and behind the man. He blearily looked up at me, and I gave him an innocent smirk before dropping to my knees, and plunging the knife deep into his skull. I hit some resistance, and continued pushing, hearing squelching, and cracking sounds, his blood was oozing through my pants as it pooled, and I finally pushed the knife through the back of the skull. I sat back, panting harshly, and took a minute to absorb what I'd just done. It was so exhilirating, it got me almost to full hardness.

I whipped my dick out, and jerked off to the old man's corpse, when I came, it wracked me so hard I almost fell on the bastard. Jizz was splattered on his wide open eyes, and dripped down, mixing with the blood, and turning an ugly pink color. I put myself away, and left in search of the man I met yesterday, Solf. Lucky me, I actually found him. It took for fucking ever to find him, I have the speed of a tracker, not the brains. He was about to cross a semi-busy street when I dropped next to him. I grabbed his hand, interlocked our fingers, and pulled him behind the building, not caring to know what building it was. "Will you let me go? I can walk on my own." I did let go, just to pin him to the rough brick wall, my hands on either side of him, and my leg between his. There was a crackle in the air, and he went to clap his hand but I grabbed his wrists, and slammed his hands against the wall, I opened my mouth to talk, and got kneed in the gut. I groaned, and crumpled over, my grip on his wrists only tightening.

I chuckled, and looked up at him through my amethyst hair. "What's so funny?" I licked my lips, and slid up in front of him again. "Your reactions, you're pretty quick." "Of course I am. What good is a combat alchemist if he can't defend himself should he be without said alchemy?" His aura screamed danger, and it made me hunger in a way I didn't think was possible. My hands trembled, and I fought not to scratch him much, I did let my nails sink in though. "What do you want, Topaz? I'm a busy man, you know." "I wanna know what alchemy is, maybe if you could teach me, and I want to hurt you. Obviously." "Hurt me or fuck me? Both are unacceptable of course." His eyes narrowed but there was some amusement there, like most people didn't want to tempt this alchemist. "I'm good with either, actually. You don't look the sort to just be wooed or bought with pretty things." His brow raised just a smidge. "What makes you think I'm into men?" I snorted a laugh, and got an inch from his face, scooting ever closer with each word. "You like the fight more than the person, you don't seem to mind who approaches you, and you're not pushing me away."

It's like he woke up from a trance, and I got kicked in the jaw, I fell back, and there was a body on mine. I rubbed my jaw, and looked up, he'd straddled me on my stomach. His movements were slow, and deliberate, he leaned down and gently grabbed my hands, the proximity of danger making me antsy. "You're right. I don't go for typical romance. So tell me," His hands slid down my arms, just his fingertips brushing my bare skin as his hands made their way to my throat, one held the base of my throat loosely, and the other continued down. "What do you have to offer?" I had to think about that. "My body, you could do whatever you want to me, but I wanna learn alchemy." His hand moved up on my throat, and squeezed hard, my lungs seized mid-breath, and the other hand left my body completely. "What a thing to say. As it happens, I can't teach you alchemy." With those words, he got off me, and I gasped for air, my back arching as I tried to breathe.

I sat up to see him leaning against the wall, left foot propped on it, and his arms crossed. "Why's that?" "I'm leaving in two days. Being deployed to Ishval." A frown took its place on my lips. "Why are you...you're a State Alchemist, aren't you?" "That's right." "Well damn." He chuckled, and squatted in front of me. "When I come back, I'll teach you. Deal?" "How do I know you won't forget or change your mind when you get back?" He hummed, and lifted his shirt before placing his right hand on his ribs, and light flashed. When he took his hand away, there was some kind of symbol burned onto his ribs. "You too. Lift your shirt." I tugged my shirt up, and sat up, he did whatever he did to himself, and my breath hitched from the pain. "There. So neither of us will forget, alright?" "Guess that works." He helped me stand. "Here." He pulled a card from his pocket, and handed it to me, it was some fancy ass hotel. "Pay me a visit before I leave." With a wink, he left.