Killer Instincts (Complete)

[weeatbodies]

Characters: Mio Amakura, Zetsu, Alphonse Elric, Edward Elric
Setting: Maids' Hallway
Time: Early Night 005
Summary: Mio and Zetsu get into a scuffle with the nurses, then into a considerably nastier one with Al.
Warnings: Character death! 8D And hellhound instincts. And potentially angst and/or crazylolis or something. =3

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[flowing_alchemy]

Alphonse still wasn't even aware of everything that had happened - was happening - to him.

And he wasn't sure what was drawing him toward that portion of the house. It certainly wasn't to go to his room; in all honesty, feeling the sharp, biting cold of what was surely a snowstorm, in the Greenhouse, should have been message enough to just go hunt down - find he mentally reprimanded himself on wording, innocent though it was - Lorenzo and stay with him again. It wasn't an easy task, anyway...his entire body was hurting by this point, and he was still having trouble (possibly more, even) walking properly. His jaw and joints (too many of them he once again realized) ached from the cold and from other things - but he felt he had to get to the other portion of the house, no matter what. It was important, somehow, even if he couldn't tell why it was - but he had to get there, for some reason.

He heard something when he got to the end of the Greenhouse, though - there was the sound of...something. A fight, actually - he was familiar enough with how that sort of thing sounded that there wasn't really much doubt about what it was. So it really was night, now...that meant that there were monsters in there. He hesitated, not wanting to face them unless he had to, but...the strong, pulling desire to go in was still there.

He began to understand as he did enter, though - on top of the (admittedly dying) sounds of fighting...there were smells that hit him, now that he was in the warmer area of the house, without the snow to block out the smells (it still frightened him, a little, that his remaining senses were seeming so keen, now...but it was something that wasn't too difficult to adjust to, being mostly harmless) - he wasn't even sure what half of the smells were, but they affected him - he did smell sweat, and he felt like he smelt blood, boiling toward the surface...

It was entirely subconscious when his legs bent (in more than one place) to lower himself closer to the floor, as if ready to pounce, and his mouth began to visibly salivate.