Snoop's Notes: Hey, all. Well, it's about time that I got my lazy arse up and wrote something, so I did. Yes, the title just so happens to be one of the moves used by Shuma Gorath in Marvel vs. Capcom, but it suited the story, to bleh to all you haters! Anyway, I have no idea where I got the idea for this...Probably from South Park, but either way! I'm enjoying writing it, so I don't really care right now. But enough of my rambling, let's get on with the show, eh?
Disclamer: No, I don't own anything I'm about to write about. No, I also don't own Shuma Gorath or the name of his move. So guess what, ya lawyers! -moons lawyers- Thou shalt not sue-eth me!
Chapter 1: Vacation Time
The train stopped with a loud screech at the station. A station hand yelled over his megaphone the name of the current stop: Rush Valley. The town that is the peak of automail technology. The place filled with mechanics and a never-ending supply of new metallic prosthesis. This is the place where the famed Elric brothers exited the locomotive. Edward, the eldest of the pair, exited first, due to his smaller stature. The younger brother, Alphonse, then exited, his huge metal frame barely making it through the door.
"So," asked Alphonse, "Why are we here again, brother?" Hearing this question for the third time began to annoy Edward. He sighed deeply before he responded.
"To see Winry, and see if she has anything new fer this metal arm of mine…How many times am I gonna have to tell you?"
"Ok, brother, ok, sorry. How do you think her training is going under Mr. Garfield?"
"Meh, who knows? At least she doesn't hafta worry about him hitting up on her…"
Alphonse chuckled at the statement. "Very true, Ed, very true."
The brothers walked underneath the huge sign that was made in front of Rush Valley into the actual town and instantly assaulted by peddlers of mechanical limbs from every direction. As they worked their way through the crowd people gawked at Al's metal form, believing that his armor was actually a full body automail setup. One of the peddler's voices rung above the rest.
"Hey! Hey, you! Shorty with the red coat! You know you want this new automail attachment!"
Alphonse uttered two words: "Oh no."
Edward then seemed to leap over the crowds of people to the unfortunate salesman. "Ha! I knew you wanted---"The man never got to finish due to the boot which now rooted itself to his mouth.
"Ed! Stop! He didn't mean it like that!" The elder brother got one more kick on the poor man, this one being extra painful because of the use of his metallic leg.
"That'll teach you to call me small, you stupid---!" His brother clapped a heavy hand over Edward's mouth before anything else erupted from it.
"We're supposed to be on vacation, bro, not beating innocent civilians!"
"I never wanted to go on vacation! AND HE'S NOT INNOCENT!
"It's not the army's fault that you researched too much and kept passing out in the library!"
Not far away all activity ceased and the scream of a woman was heard. This sound sobered Edward enough to turn to see what was wrong. The woman was easy to spot, for the people around her gathered around her. "What's wrong, miss?" one man asked. The woman pointed her finger at the sibling alchemists
"It's them! The murderers! Those are the ones from Grenith!"
A single word echoed throughout the plaza: "WHAT?"
"We didn't kill anyone!" yelled Edward, taken aback by this accusation.
"Come to think of it…" said one man in the crowd, "He does look like that guy in the wanted poster…"
"WANTED POSTER!" the brothers yelled. The man then pointed behind them to a simple sketch of the two brothers, and the bounty of $6000 underneath the pictures. They slowly turned to see the greedy faces of the men in the town before them, wielding weapons in their hands and automail.
"I think it's time to run, brother."
"I agree."
The brothers took off at full speed in the direction of the shop Winry was working at. Turning into alleys and halls to lose the mob behind them, the pair finally veered into a thin alley and Edward clapped his hands together, creating a high wall before the mob could see where they went. "Let's get to the shop quickly, before they find us again."
"Yea, let's go bro."
"What's this everyone here is saying, that we killed someone!" Edward asked after he got to the shop and made sure nobody that wanted their heads was there.
Winry had a frightened look on her face when they entered and told her what had happened. "I'm afraid that it's not just 'someone'. It was…..everyone."
It was Edward's turn to show an expression of fear. "E-everyone?"
"That's impossible! We have never even been to Grenith!"
"I know. That's the only reason why I didn't try to knock you out on your way in!"
"Wow. Thanks for the show of faith, Winry. Jeez…" Edward said sarcastically. This comment was soon greeted by a monkey wrench to the face.
"Good, I hope you liked it." She simply said.
"But…" Al said, "Is it possible? To kill off a whole town?"
"Evidently so…It's said that only one person survived, and she's here. A young girl who's the hospital. Thankfully for her, but not so great for us, Grenith is nearby here. This town may be the next target…"
A somber melancholy filled the room. Thoughts of death and destruction filled the thoughts of the three youths. Edward was the first to speak, saying, "Looks like the vacation is gonna be cut early, Al. I don't like others ruining our reputation. Oh, speaking of vacation, Winry, we came to see you."
"Well, why else would you be here?" She said with a giggle, "Hopefully not to see Mr. Garfield."
Edward gagged at the thought, and Al would have as well, if it weren't for the fact that his hollow body contained no place to produce bile. While Edward was at the trashcan, Al stated their business. "Let's see what I can do, Ed. Come with me."
Winry led the pair to her workplace in the back of the store, where her newly acquired skills were put to work.
A black cloaked figure stood on the plateau next to his companion, a black suit of armor with red, glowing eyes. The robed youth pushed some of his black hair out of his crimson eyes.
"How far did you say it was to the next town, Thrall?"
The armor spoke, "It is not far now, master. Maybe two days walk."
The cloaked one laughed manically, saying, "Good! Good! Maybe I can get some more practice before I find a suitable opponent. Aren't you glad we found that foolish alchemist who was working with dimensional portals, eh?"
"Yes master, very fortunate. Maybe we may find a suitable candidate here as well?"
"That would be good. After all, we've almost run out of them in our world, haven't we? I must be more careful with my powers sometimes… WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The youth laughed evilly in the night as the moon glinted off of his metallic arm of black, while his huge metal servant looked onward, toward the town of Rush Valley.
Chapter 1: END!
Snoop's Footnotes: So, how'd ya like that? Good? Bad? Ugly? Worth a million in gold bullian? Review me and say so! I need some peeps to tell me whether to post more or not, so get on it!