Hey! Me again! Sorry it's been a while since I updated anything. But it's gonna be a bit longer, because my brothers deleted all my files! But, to keep you reading, I've composed this (while blissfully thinking my files were waiting for me on my computer in Louisiana) one night as I was listening to 'When I'm gone' by 3 doors down. Enjoy!
Ed walked down an alleyway towards Roy's apartment, hoping to catch him after work. As usual, Roy had worked through the night and would probably come home like the walking dead. So Ed thought he'd ask if he'd been promoted again before he passed out. After all, 2 more promotions and Roy would be next for Furer.
But something kept bugging Ed. He felt like he was being watched. But whenever he looked around, he couldn't see anyone. It was like when he knew Envy could shape-shift. He never knew if he was being followed, or if he just imagined that someone was looking at him when he looked at them. He was about 6 yards from Roy's door.
"Hey kid."
Ed looked around, quickly, seeing a man in a doorway. His face was hidden by shadows, and he seemed to have something behind his back.
"What's a states alchemist doing walking the back alleys of Central?" He asked in a sickening voice.
"That's not any of your business." Ed said walking away slowly.
"On the contrary." The man said, stepping forward, "It's completely my business."
Before Ed could react, the man pulled out a gun, took aim and shot Ed's left shoulder. He got a perfect shot and Ed felt his shoulder shatter and pop out of it's socket. Along with disabling his shoulder, Ed couldn't do alchemy, leaving him open for another attack.
"And now the famous Fullmetal Alchemist is nothing but a worthless teen." The man continued, walking towards Ed with surprising speed.
Ed tried backing up, but stumbled over a rat (do they have those in central?). The man quickly closed the already little distance between them, pinning Ed to a wall with his arm holding Ed's throat.
"You know, normally, I would have just shot you in a vital area and left it at that." The man said as if he was commenting the weather. "But I decided to let you die a slow death. So now, you're going to pass out, and bleed to death."
Ed tried to pry the man off, but with just one arm, it was pointless. He could still breathe slightly, but not enough to stay conscious for much longer. He tried to yell, but the man pressed harder. As Ed's vision started to blur, he thought he could hear someone running. Did he get free? Was he running? No, he could still feel the pressure. So who was it?
"Ed!"
'Ah, so now I'm hallucinating.' Ed thought, There was no way Roy would be coming after him yet. 'I guess I don't mind. After all, what's a little dream before I die?"
"Stay out of this, old timer. Or you could follow him if you want."
'The shooter…Is that really Roy?' Ed thought. He tried to take a breath, and it was a bit of a struggle, but he managed to fill his lungs. That alone helped clear his vision enough to look towards where he thought the voice had come from. Lo and behold, he could see the faint outline of a dark hair man in a blue outfit, which could only be explained as Roy.
"Drop him." Roy said, giving the shooter his best death glare.
"On whose orders? Don't you realize I could take you out just as easily?" The man asked incredulously.
"Do you know who I am?" Roy asked, pulling something out of his pockets. "I am the Flame Alchemist. I could destroy you before you could even point the gun at me."
"Really? And if I do this?" He asked cockily. Ed felt himself being pulled away from the wall. The man shifted his grasp to the front of Ed's neck, and held him (Ed suspected) in front of himself as a human shield of sorts. Ed could no longer see Roy or almost anything else. He felt something poking his stomach and guessed he shooter was once again ready to shoot.
Roy meanwhile, was panicking. He knew where the gun was pointed. What was he supposed to do? There was no way that he could get close enough to grab Ed, and he wasn't sure if he could maneuver his alchemic flames around him. Even if he could, the shooter would most likely pull the trigger if Roy even moved.
Seconds ticked by, when Ed said suddenly in a strangled voice, "Just snap."
Roy inhaled sharply, but, struck by inspiration, snapped. Mingled in with the roar of the flames was a shot, and Roy knew he had to move quickly. He moved forward behind the flames, and managed to pull Ed away as the flames engulfed the shooter.
Roy fell against a wall with Ed leaning heavily against him. He was taking deep, sharp breaths in an attempt to regain proper breathing. But every now and again he'd cough, and Roy knew it wasn't just because he couldn't breathe right when he saw the blood.
"Ed! C'mon Ed say something!" Roy yelled.
"I would if I could breath!" Ed said, gasping every few words.
Roy shook his head, pulling out his cell phone to call for help. After telling Riza (why her? I don't know) where they were, Roy tried to get Ed to hold still. Ed was trying to move closer to the shooter.
"C'mon I get still take him." Ed was saying softly.
"Just hold still! We need to put pressure on the wounds to slow the bleeding!" Roy said irritably. " Lean back for the exit wounds."
Ed huffed and leaned back against Roy. He had momentarily forgotten that his shoulder had also been shot, and hissed in pain from the contact.
"It's gonna hurt, Ed. But it's the only way. Now put your other hand on your shoulder, I'll take the stomach."
Roy was trying to remember what came next in the damn emergency first aid book he read. Apply pressure to stop the bleeding, and then….Make sure the injured doesn't think about death.
"You're gonna be alright Ed." He said without really thinking.
"Then why do you sound so worried?" Ed asked suddenly in a bitter voice.
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Okay, I know you all hate me for this, but look at it this way...If you kill me now, I won't tell you if Ed lives or dies...Now then, if you want to find out, review!
