Chapter 1: New mission
The roads were full of people trying to get through the day, it was dawn. The sun's rays kissed the earth good morning; the world had a gold tint to it. A gunshot filled the air. "Get him!" Soldiers pushed their way through the crowd of people, "Move it!" A soldier shoved a mother and child out of his way; the young child fell from his mother's arms.
"Mommy!" Now the town was in a rush, people were running everywhere, just trying to get out of the soldiers way. A figure was also shoving its way through the crowd of people. The once calm morning was now heck-tek; more gunshots filled the pale sky. Blood dripped down to the dirt road below the town's folk.
"I got him!" A soldier said with joy.
"I don't care! I want him dead!"
A tall male removed the cigarette from his mouth then blew out a lung full of smoke. "Col. Mustang, do you think that we'll get him this time?" Mustang turned to face the man, "It's just that we've tried to catch him many times before, and we still failed. We know who he's killing, but we don't know why or when." Mustang grabbed the mans shirt caller and pulled him over.
"Well Havoc, if you would put your cigarettes away and help, maybe we'd catch him!" Mustang shoved Havoc out of his way and looked around the area. Havoc was right, they have tried many times and failed each time but that wasn't going to stop him, he Col. Roy Mustang and was the Flame Alchemist. If he wanted something, then he was going to get it. One way or another. "Havoc, grab that gun and chase him!" Mustang barked, Havoc made a face then did as Mustang commanded.
"We wont get him, and you know I'm right-"
"GET!" Mustang kicked Havoc's butt, making Havoc go a little faster. Mustang could feel the tension in the air, blood and empty shells will fill the streets today.
Hawkeye came walking over to him then said, "Sir, Scar escaped."
"What!?" Mustang turned to face her, "What do you mean 'he escaped'?" Hawkeye knew that he would be angry to hear that but she still had to tell him.
"I mean his gone, you know. Not here, left-"
"I know what escaped means!"
"Stop shouting." said Hawkeye.
"I'll stop shouting when I want to!" Mustang snorted, he turned to face his soldiers coming back towards him, and Havoc placing another cigarette in his mouth.
"Told you so." Havoc said as he walked past them. Mustang kicked Havoc's butt again before storming off towards the cars. He kicked the wheels a couple times before turning to face Havoc and Breda; who were chitchatting. "Then she told me to kiss her-"
"Havoc and Breda." The two saluted to him, "I want you two to find him. Don't kill him, just tell me where he is. Find out how he escapes every time. Tell me everything about him." Mustang commanded, "And I want to hear back from you two every day, at dusk. If you can't do the job then get out of the military, I'll find some one that can do it."
"We can do it sir, it's just that it won't be easy to find him."
"Sir, if I may ask. Why only the two of us? Why not more?"
"Because," Before Mustang told them why, he left. Havoc and Breda watched him climb into a car then leave, they looked at each other.
"Well, lets go." Havoc released some smoke then walked off in the direction Scar was last seen at. Both men searched the area for any clues as to how he always gets away, but all they found was blood that was about 5.5 ft apart. "How does he do it?" Just then some old man came walking over, they could tell that he wasn't in the best of health.
"Search the slums and the out skirts for him." He said in a low rasped voice, the old man coughed then limped away. Havoc gave Breda a puzzled look.
"Well, that was random."
"Oh yeah." Breda thought of what the man said, the slums and the out skirts, why didn't they think about that. "Come on Havoc, Mustang will want to hear from us tonight."
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Scar walked down an old ally way, only Ishballens and the homeless walked this ally. But it was mostly homeless, just because at the site of an Ishballen. That Ishballen can be killed; Ishballen's were still hated by many people. "Hi Scar." But every one here was nice to each other; they helped each other through hard times.
"Hello." Scar was covering the wound he received from the soldiers, but the blood still ran down his leg and coated his hand. He walked with a limp, Scar walked past many empty buildings that the Ishballen's and homeless people now called home. He walked all the way down to the end of the street and stopped in front of an old 4 star hotel, or at lest it was before the Ishballen war. "Hana?" Scar walked in side and up the stairs to the 2nd floor, and limped down to room 15. "Hana?"
"In here." A soft voice said. Scar opened the door and peeked in side, in the middle of the room stood women holding some blankets in her arms. Her hair was a light brown and it went half way down her back, her eye's were a violet red. Her dad was a soldier that fought in the war, and her mom was an Ishballen that ran away with her. "You're hurt." She walked over to him and placed the blankets in his arms as she studied the wound. "It was the soldiers again, wasn't it?"
"Yes." Scar pulled one of the blankets way and found his baby boy; Rai was his name. Rai looked a lot like Scar but he had his mom's hair and smile, Rai was about 5 months old, Hana never let him out of her site. "How is he?"
"He's fine, but he missed you." Hana took Rai from Scar and pointed to one of the faded couches. "Sit down so I can treat your leg." Scar did as he was told and waited for Rai again, Hana gave Rai back to Scar so she could go get the first aid kit that she stole from a dieing soldier. "I'll be back." Hana gave Scar a soft kiss on the lips, but before she could stand up straight, Scar grabbed the back of her head and gave her a longer kiss, that was full of love. The only reason the two stopped was because Rai started to get fussy, they slowly pulled apart and looked at each other. "Be good you." Hana said with a winked. A grin crossed Scar's face as he watched Hana walk into the other room. Scar moved his hand so it was resting on Rai's belly; Rai wrapped his small hand around his dad's finger. Rai was a blessing for Scar and Hana, because they have been married for almost 2 years with no luck of kids.
"Rai." Scar wiggled his finger witch shook Rai's arm, "You look like your mother."
"He looks like you Scar." Hana said as she walked over to them and sat by Scar, "Hold still." Hana undid his pants and pulled them down until she could see the gun wound, Scar watched as her fingers traced the wound and whipped some of the blood away with it. Rai opened his eyes and saw Scar, he let out a small laugh then placed Scar's finger in his mouth.
"Hi Rai." Scar said in a whisper, Hana looked up at the two then smiled and went back to work. She had to clean the wound before she could stitch it up. Scar would cringe at the pain every now and then. "Hana?" Hana looked up at Scar, "If we could have another kid, what would you name it?" His voice was soft; Hana knew where this conversion might lead.
"Depends, what do you want it to be?" Hana started to rub Scar's leg.
"How about a girl."
"Then I'd want to name her, Umi or some thing like that." Scar cupped his free hand under her chin and brought her face closer to his, he gave her another long soft kiss. Rai was happy to see both his parents and to have something to suck on; he let out a small joy filled sound. Knock knock, Scar and Hana looked at the door then at each other. "I'll get it." Hana took Rai from Scar, so Scar could pull his pants up. Hana walked over to the door and opened it. It was Scar's cousin Blade. "Blade?"
"Is Scar here?"
"Yes, why?" Hana stepped a side so Blade could come in. Blade gave Hana and Rai a hug then patted Rai's arm, Blade acted like Rai's uncle.
"The military is here, but it's only two soldiers. Their asking around for you Scar, you better be careful. They have guns on them." Scar looked over at Hana and Rai, Hana was scared.
"Thanks Blade, I'll be back later." Scar stood up and walked over to Hana, gave her another kiss, then left with Blade.
"Bye honey." Hana said as a tear rolled down her cheek. She knew that each time he walked out the door, it could be the last time she would see him, and that's what scared her more then the soldiers.
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Mustang sat in his office by the phone, his fingers tapped to a beat that only he knew. Hawkeye stood by his desk and waited for his next order. "Sir, give them time. Scar's hard to find."
"I know that, but still. I want him dead. He'll pay for what he did to Hughes." It was a year ago today that Hughes was killed in a telephone booth.
"Sir, Hughes was shot. Scar doesn't use a gun." Mustang looked up at her, "You can't blame Scar for every death that happens in this world."
"I know that, but I'll blame him all I want." Mustang then looked over at a picture he kept on his desk, it was a picture of him and Hughes before the Ishballen war was over. Both their faces had dirt and small cuts covering them. "It just makes me feel better to put a name on Hughes's death."
