Hopeless Endeavors

Is it a bad thing if you actually enjoy torturing your protagonists? O.o
It's not as good as it should be, I know, but I sort of gave up after a while because I honestly did not have the patience to go all out with this one. Especially since I'm having trouble with a commission that I'm doing and I think my ability to focus on something longer than five minutes.

Anyway, here's an excerpt from the fanfic that this scene is from:
Morgana LeFaye smirked as she gazed down at the injured alchemist before her. Edward struggled to keep consciousnesses while attempting to move his useless right arm and left leg. The dark sorceress laughed at his helplessness and Ed glared at her.
"You- you let her go! Just, take me! Use me! I am-" he was cut off by Morgana kicking him in his wounded leg.
She glared at him, "The elf princess is what we need, not a mere human as yourself. Like it or not, the Dark One will rise and you will not be able to stop him."
She backed away from him with a look of satisfaction on her face.
"Die here, Edward Elric the Fullmetal Alchemist. Die so that you may never again plague me!" she muttered while raising her arm.
Ed smirked and pressed his flesh hand flat against the ground. He only need one to perform alchemy.
"Not before I take you with me," he whispered.
Blue light flared and a sharp spike arose from the ground and pierced through the sorceress; splattering Edward with a rain of blood and bits of internal organs. The raven haired woman sputtered in shock for a few seconds while she attempted to form a coherent sentence. Edward struggled to his feet and used the wall he had previously been leaning against for support. He was panting heavily from the effort, but he still managed to accomplish his goal of standing up.
As Morgana's eyes fluttered Edward smirked and said, "Am I looking like ze veak human now, vitch?"
She let out a sigh and sagged into the spike while breathing her last. Ed averted his eyes from the carnage he created in front of him and staggered towards the boat that Morgana had prepared for herself..
"My second kill," he muttered unhappily to himself.
Mentally, he wondered how many more times he was going to have to kill before the need would cease to arise again.

Kind of corny, I know, but this is a rough draft of the rough draft of the scene.

Background provided by: *moonchild-ljilja