Title: My Sins
Rating: 15+ for later chapters
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor ever will, Fullmetal Alchemist or the characters within.
Summary: Visions of the Sins.... A collection
Envy was a stalker. Once he found something he wanted, he would stalk it. He would follow it, he would keep it under surveillance for as long as it took. If he wanted it, then he had to have it. To get it, he would do whatever he had to.
Envy had found his next prey. He had seen him last week and he had known in a blink. He wanted him. He had to have him. So he began to stalk him.
It was surprisingly easy. His target did not move around too much. He had a basic routine and it took Envy two days to figure it out. He found ways to make sure his intended victim stayed within the confines of his routine. Disguise and guile were his tools. And patience. Envy could be surprisingly patient when he was stalking.
Envy sat at a desk in a uniform and someone else’s face and watched. After nearly a week, Envy was more in danger from boredom than he was from discovery. He drew on the corner of the paperwork he was supposed to be doing something with. He hadn’t actually worked out the purpose of these printed sheets, but as long as he put a pen mark somewhere on it, it made the person who collected them happy.
He leant back in his chair and yawned. He wondered if all this was really worth it and he looked over at his target and smirked. Oh yes, this was worth it.
Gifts began to appear. Small things, trivial, pointless. A pen, a crystalline stone, a china dog. Envy watched as the first offerings were frowned at and discarded. He grinned as the frown became deeper and the eyes became confused as the gifts kept coming. Flowers, chocolate, gloves. Questions were asked and no-one knew. Heads shook and people looked but there was nothing to find. Envy smirked.
Three weeks and the gifts stopped and the frown faded.
Little things began to go missing. A pen, a file, a book. The frown came back accompanied by a worried expression. Eyes began to look everywhere, flickering from one side to the other. A nervous tic developed after the third day. Fingers would rub together unconsciously. Envy watched carefully.
Envy did not go to the office for two days. He found a vantage point and watched. His non-appearance seemed to heighten the tension in his prey and he grinned. It was time to expand, he thought.
His target now found things in his home moved or missing. Paranoia became evident in the eyes and the walk. Tense and alert, it made following him more enjoyable Envy thought. He drifted behind him in different faces and shapes, sometimes following all the way, sometimes turning off earlier. He followed him in the morning and he followed him home every evening.
Envy knew everything about his prey now. From what was in his wardrobe to what he ate every day. He knew how he smelt, looked and sounded. He knew what would trigger a smile or anger. He knew everything except how his target would react when he came to claim him. And that, to Envy was the most beautiful thing of it all. Unpredictability, doubt, a frisson of nerves.
Soulless as he was, this was the closest he could come to feeling human. He savoured it, he augmented it with every nervous twitch and eye flicker from his prey. It was the only emotion he could feel inside him. He had convinced himself of that.
And now he waited. No following this evening. He waited inside his target’s home. Seated in a chair, facing the door and waiting. Waiting for that singular moment of awareness that would widen eyes and make breathing difficult. Where the face would pale and the hands would shake. And then to see the further realisation of knowing it was him from the very beginning.
Envy shivered. These last moments before that door opened were what he lived for. He smiled almost sensually as he arched his back and settled deeper into the chair. Soon, so very soon. His violet eyes gleamed and his head tilted.
Footsteps outside. Envy closed his eyes briefly and drew in an unnecessary breath. Keys clinked and his breath went out. The door lock rattled slightly as the key was jiggled to make the tumblers turn.
Envy opened his eyes as the door opened. He smiled.
Miscellany: “Envy, like fire, soars upward.” Author: Titus Livy. Annales (VIII, 31)