Disclaimer:I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist
Genre: Suspense/Horror/Sci-Fi Weirdness
Characters:Jean Havoc, Ed Elric, one OC
The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents.- The Call of Cthulu by H.P. Lovecraft
Sergeant William Baxter stared at the report in front of him, sipping his coffee before commenting, "This report will look very strange tomorrow."
Havoc looked over with a wry grin, "Disturbing isn't it? The things people see these days huh?"
Baxter gave him a sharp glance, "You don't believe this pile of bullshit, do you?"
Havoc shrugged, "Maybe; where were you stationed before?"
"East City," Baxter replied, "What's that got to do with anything?"
"Compared to East City, Central probably seems a bit tame, after all with so many military personnel here crime stops before it happens right?"
Baxter shrugged eloquently, "Yeah it's boring, but I don't have much choice."
Havoc leaned back and stretched before replying, "You're new here Baxter so you don't get it yet, that story is gonna go right into the open file and it won't move cause nobody's ever solve it... but if you look in there you'll find stories oddly similar to that one, some even more disturbing, right Ed?"
The blond napping at the desk next to them woke with a start, "Huh what?" he mumbled intelligently.
"We were just discussing the open files" Havoc said.
Ed half stumbled over to the coffeemaker, "Oh yeah, lotta weird shit in there, how long 'til we're off?"
Havoc checked the clock, "Two hours."
The slight teen sighed irritably, "Only midnight, next time Mustang asks me to take graveyard shift I'll tell him exactly where to stuff it."
"Whether it's weird or not doesn't mean much, Major you're an alchemist don't tell me you believe this" Baxter said incredulously.
Ed gave Baxter the sort of look reserved for mental deficients, "I didn't hear this story you seem to be going nuts over, but let me clarify something, as an alchemist I believe everything can be explained through science, that doesn't mean I think we can explain it right now." He turned to Havoc, "I have to check some files I'll be back."
Havoc grinned at Baxter, "Don't mind him he just doesn't like late shifts." A moment later the grin slid off his face, "The truth is, granted, there isn't a whole lot of crime in Central, but it's a scary place. Usually it's just enough to keep you nervous. You might walk down a street alone and hear your footsteps echo when there shouldn't be any, or see a road where there should be a dead end. You might see something out of the corner of your eye but when you turn to look there isn't anything there. And... at night, outside... I don't look at anything that reflects, sometimes you just see yourself, but other times... you see things that shouldn't be there. Ya know there was this horror writer who talked about other dimensions and places where the boundaries between them had worn thin, his name was-- Loveman or something like that... bullshit of course, but sometimes I wonder... aaah I'm letting my imagination run away with me, I'm gonna step outside for a smoke." He paused before leaving and said cryptically, "Remember this Baxter once you leave your house or any four walls for that matter, Darkness is your immortal enemy." With that bit of sage advice he walked out though Baxter thought he heard the strange lieutenant mutter, "That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die."
Baxter shook his head, 'crazy, the both of them' he thought. To even imply that they might consider thinking that story might be true was utter insanity... but what a story it was!
Okay that's the first chapter up tell me if you think it's worth finishing in the next chapter I would tell the story they're making references to I might finish with that chapter or maybe the next so read and review please
