DISCLAIMER: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or relating characters.
BANG!
A car to his left burst into flames, sending pieces of burning metal flying in every direction. He could feel the unforgiving heat of the explosion against his skin, and he ran faster down the streets of Central City.
"Shit!" Edward cursed as he dodged another attack from his pursuer. A streak of black flames flew, barely missing the top of his head; he nearly stumbled trying to avoid them.
"You can't run forever," the sweet, amused voice sang, making Edward sick to his stomach. Unfortunately, he knew the man was right. With that on his mind, he pushed himself harder. 'Almost there' Edward assured himself. He was almost there.
Another small explosion shook, and the pavement beneath his feet gave away. Edward swore; the ground coming closer at an alarming rate. Before he was able to think of a plausible way out of his current situation, Edward felt his entire body become swallowed in unbearable heat.
A mix of shock and intense pain overwhelmed Edward as he hit the ground, and a strangled scream parted his lips. The feeling of his entire body drowned in flames was almost unbearable. Almost. As soon as the worst of it was over, he slowly and shakily rose to his feet. He was about to carry on, when another wave of heat struck his legs, making them crumple in pain.
"Now that's better," the man's voice breaking through the thick layer of pain beginning to cloud Edward's senses, "we wouldn't want you running away, now would we?" As the man approached, Edward knew this was his last chance to get away before he was done for.
"Screw...you..." He managed before he stood and clapped his hands, trying his best to ignore the pain throughout his body. A bright alchemical light crackled, and a large wall rose between the two alchemists. Knowing it wouldn't give him much time, Edward continued running as best he could towards Central Headquarters.
'Almost there.'
The anticipated noise of his wall detonating into thousands of pieces sounded, giving Edward a sinking feeling. He took no more than five steps when a familiarly painful sensation overcame his back. Edward was thrown off his feet, and across the jagged road; parts of his skin tearing. He was just able to make out the building through his now spotting vision.
Once again he attempted to lift himself up, 'Almost-' another excruciating pain engulfed him, and he let out one last scream before everything went black.
A/N
Terrible, I know. I'm more of reader than writer, but I wanted at least make an attempt, to see if I can find anything I can actually write well. So far, not so good. Meh.