Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist. Hiromu Arakawa does. I only own the OC characters.

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Several minutes later, Alphonse Elric stood motionless, staring at the layout of the crime scene. The front door lay face-down on the floor, the hinges ripped off and scattered about. The dangling receiver still hung off the edge of the table, hinting as to what it had witnessed not too long before. And the dog... no, the corpse, was still sprawled on the couch.

He didn't get it. How could someone have broken in and taken Edward so quickly? Colonel Mustang had explained that this was similar to recent reports of missing children: the place showed signs of forced entry, but other than that, the child was just gone. They never thought that Ed would be the next victim. The suspect had mainly targeted kids who were younger than him.

Speaking of the Colonel, him and his team were in the background, along with Maes Hughes and the investigations department, scanning over the crime scene. He knew they were doing everything in their power to find his brother before anything bad happened, but Al didn't like the odds. He still blamed himself for not being there, for even bringing that stupid dog home in the first place. Filled with guilt, the suit of armor raised a hand to cover his eyes, as if he had tears that he needed to hide. From the quiet sobs that he made, he might as well have been.

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It took awhile for Edward to work up the courage to move. Quietly, while the van was still moving, he propped himself up on his elbow, and gently lifted the blindfold enough so he could peek out from underneath it. From what he could see, the back of the van had no windows. All he could see were the ones up front, separated by the black metal grate between him and the driver. Ed swallowed. He had to move closer.

Slowly, the young alchemist caterpillar-crawled his way forward so he could take a look outside. From what he could see, they were in a less populated area, with more trees than buildings. Soon enough, the few streetlamps that were placed along the edge of the road disappeared. They were now in a heavily wooded area.

Ed continued to memorize what he saw outside to create a mental map, hoping he could find his way back if he somehow escaped. His heart leaped again when he felt the vehicle roll to a stop, and the engine cut. He replaced the blindfold, and scooted back into his previous position before the man circled around the vehicle to open the doors. "Welcome home, Edward," he said. His tone only set the teen on edge. The psychopath threw the blond over his shoulder again, and picked up the girl. He started walking away from the van, but Ed couldn't see where they were going.

Outside of the alchemist's line of vision, the man strode towards a small, wooden cabin in the middle of a dense forest. The leaves were so thick that the moonlight couldn't even leak through them. The old man entered the shack, disappearing with both children inside. He shut the door behind him, and locked it.

Ed felt himself be set down on the floor, right next to a wall. The man roughly pulled off the blindfold, leaving the teen slightly dazed. After Edward blinked a few times, his eyes adjusted to the darkness around him. He found that the girl was next to him, shivering. It was also hard not to notice the small pen filled with different kinds of dogs next to them, yipping and barking. The teen felt dread gnaw away at his stomach again. He would rather have that image of the dog carcass wiped from his memory.

Speaking of which, Ed could hear barking from a different part of the cabin. He turned to his left. There was a door that was slightly ajar right next to him. White light poured out from the crack. Shifting closer, the young alchemist observed what went on inside. The room was almost completely white, tiled from floor to ceiling. The artificial light made the room even brighter. From his vantage point, Ed could see the man at the far wall, a Whippet dog sprawled out on the table, squirming and whining. To the teen's horror, the man stuck a clear plastic tube, that was attached to a whirring machine, down the dog's throat. The psycho held up a glinting knife in the air before plunging it into the dog, slicing from the neck down between the haunches. The machine clattered louder as the tube sucked out the dog's insides and spewed it onto the floor, adding more stains to its collection. Ed resisted the urge to vomit. Fear began to overwhelm him again. What kind of sick man was this?

Ed didn't notice the man at the door until it was already opening. Instinctively, he leapt away, landing on his back. He held himself up with his left hand, staring with wide eyes at those cold, black spheres. The man grinned as he reached down and grabbed the boy's braid, dragging him into the white room. Ed immediately started struggling. "Let go of me!" he yelled in desperation, flailing around in the man's grip. But his strength was no different than before. The psycho pulled him into the center of the room, holding up the young alchemist level to his face by his hair. "This is where you'll be staying," he said casually. "I hope you can be a good boy, Edward, and not try to escape. Because if you do, well..." he glanced at the dead dog on the table. "You know what the punishment is." With that, he tossed the boy against the wall on the left side of the room.

Ed collided hard with the wall. He put his hand over the back of his head where it had struck the white tile. It definitely smarted when he touched it. He looked back over at the man, who was still staring at him. "Who are you? What do want from me?"

The man shrugged. "I don't want much from you, except to be an obedient child. I'm sure that won't be too hard for you, right?"

A spark of anger flared up behind the boy's golden orbs. "Are you sick in the head? What the hell does that even mean? What kind of messed up bastard has to be crazy enough to gut dogs-"He was cut off by the man moving fast and slapping him hard across the face. Ed was surprised that he didn't draw blood. The man's tone slipped to a low and dangerous level, sending another wave of terror through the boy's heart."I'd watch my tongue if I were you," he said vehemently. "You live under my roof now. All I ask is that you behave like the child that you are." He stalked off after that, muttering something about making dinner and how a growing boy has to eat. Ed just curled up against the wall, shaking, hoping that the man didn't catch his silent tears flowing down his cheeks.

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Author's Note: So, short chapter, definitely. But I had designed this story to be four parts, so we are halfway through this one, pretty much. So yeah, this guy is just one hell of a nutjob. To be honest, when I read the beginning part of the original creepypasta, there were some parts of it that didn't make sense to me. So, I've been trying to fill in the holes as best as I could. Also, this guy is unbelievably strong. I know Edward is very good at combat, but since he's down one arm against a fully grown, almost super-humanly strong man, I doubt he would win that fight. I also don't thing "super-humanly" is a word, but Wattpad isn't underlining it in red, so it must be okay.

I've been at midsummer band camp for the last three days, so I'm tired and sore. I'm also a drill instructor now, so there's a whole lot of responsibility that comes with that. The good news is that I don't have to go back until August. And then the cycle begins anew. Hooray!

I've recently found that I've fallen into the Detroit Become Human fandom, so my thoughts have been constantly occupied with that. Bryan Dechart is now my new celebrity crush. But it won't distract me from writing, so you guys won't have to worry about that.

Praise is appreciated and constructive criticism is encouraged.

-The_Mayflower