Hello all!
Thank you for clicking! This is a play I wrote in my college creative writing class. I may depending on the response I get continue with this story idea and flesh it out, turn it into a real fic and have some fun with it.
I apologize, the formatting is still in that of a play, so bare with me.
I hope you will all enjoy this fic/play and let me know what you think.
Edward Elric – a scientist in his mid 20's. He has the knowledge to make a dangerous weapon, and is in hiding.
Roy Mustang – an officer in his mid 30's. He has been ordered to protect Philp. He is not happy about it.
Setting: The two men are in a small storage closet. Their voices are hushed and the room is dim.
Roy: Stop squirming.
Ed: I can't help it – there are too many boxes and we've been in here forever.
Roy: If you keep making noise, they'll find us.
Ed: I know that, I just needed to – (Knocks over a box that tumbles loudly to the floor, due to moving his leg) – stretch?
Roy: (Hand over eyes) I can't believe that I have to babysit you.
Ed: Hey! I –
Roy: (Hand now over Ed's mouth)Shhh…
(The sound of footsteps. Both men tense. Voices can be heard, muffled, outside of the door. After a moment, the footsteps are heard again, only this time going away.)
Roy: That was too close.
Ed: How long do we have to hide in here for? We are going to have to escape here eventually.
Roy: I may be armed and you may be fast, but we're currently no match for them. We're going to stay here until back up arrives.
Ed: You called them over an hour ago.
Roy: It takes time. They have to get here, and they have to get us a safe way out and away from here.
Ed: Well, call them and tell them to hurry up.
Roy: There's no service in here.
Ed: …Then how do we know when the backup is here? When we can leave?
Roy: …I don't know.
Ed: We're dead.
(Sound of footsteps)
(End Scene)