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My heart hammering inside my chest helps me focus my mind as I stare out the window of the train. I'm going to die. I'm never going to return home to snuggle with my kitten named Flea. I'm never going to see my parents. They're going to stand crying over my grave as they bury me right next to my brother. Someone started to hum and I clench my fists to keep from bashing my face into the glass until I knocked myself out.
"Relax." 2nd Lt. Jean Havoc murmurs beside me, his hand settles down on my shoulder. I shake my shoulder and his hand drops. Havoc's been my friend since I was put under command of Colonel Mustang, but a few months ago I was transferred to work under Lt. Colonel Frank Archer, or right, it's Colonel now isn't it? Havoc exhales, smoke billows out from his mouth and I wonder why he's allowed to smoke on a train. Maybe I just need to walk, transmute a few water molecules.
I stand and head towards the nearest exit. The train lurches and my feet spread wider to support myself, my hand gropes for the back of the nearest chair. Then I hear the humming and glance at a man with a white mask over his face. Lt. Colonel Zolf Kimblee, he works with Archer. I've only seen the man in passing but those gold eyes are unforgettable. I step forward and nearly collide in with my superior officer.
"Sorry sir!" I say quickly.
"It's alright soldier." Archer steps to the side and lets me pass by him. I exit through the door and find myself in the void between train cars. As I get closer to the edge the wind whips my hair until it's slicing my face. While my hair was pretty; light-light brown, down to my shoulders in perfectly straight lines, it got in the way almost too much. With a sigh I tangle the mass of hair into a half bun. Absently I touch my hip and collect water molecules in the air, osmosis will even the missing water out. I get a small ball of water and roll it around in my hand, the smooth texture calms me.
As a child my father taught me alchemy just as he did with my brother. Unlike my brother, I was good at alchemy, I lavished in the idea I was better at something than the Golden Boy that was my brother. So, determined to be the best alchemist, I practiced and practiced until I ended up joining the military, another step to out do my brother. Since State Alchemists enter the military as a major I immediately outranked my brother, not that it matter, the month after I was enlisted he was sent off to settle a small coupe in the west. His body returned in a black bag.
The ball of water in my hand lost its form when I lost my concentration and I came to when the water started to soak into the pants of my uniform. Great. Now it looks like I've peed myself. Quick fix though, I pull the molecules out and disperse them back into the air.
Now, like my brother, I'm off to war to die. Though it's unofficially announced this is a war I know better, my gut tells me that. We're quieting a the starts of a civil war in Lior… and I know it's going to turn bloody. With war honestly nearing I want less and less to do with the military, but I've made a promise to my country and I'm not going to back down because of my selfishness and cowardice.
When I enter the train car Kimblee glances over his shoulder and smirks at me. His mask is gone and I can see his face fully, the long black hair, informal uniform, constant smirk. His eyes always make me feel dirty, like he's undressing me. Mustang glances at me too, but his look is more of worry and concern, I often shared with him how much I feared death and I know that's why he's worried. I'm probably more likely to take my own life than to live through this war. When I sit beside Havoc he puts his arm around me and allows me to relax into his shoulder. I suppose I should just live in the last days I have. Havoc exhales smoke before smiling down at me, his blue eyes sparkling. Out of all the soldiers I've worked with I can honestly say I've connected with Havoc the fastest, easiest, and closest. Despite our differences we managed to become the best of friends, we went out for drinks often and I always gave him advice for women, but he never seemed to notice I was flirting with him. Eventually I gave up flirting with Havoc, he wasn't interested in girls like me, he liked big boobs and a dim brain, I'm too smart for him. Still, relaxing into his side made everything worth it.
"Major Bishop." Archer's cool voice calls over the clattering of the train. As quickly as possible I stand in front of Archer and salute. "I was curious if you would take Lt. Colonel Kimblee on a little walk, he seems to have grown quite restless." Kimblee's eyes were alive with mischief and disaster but I had no choice but to agree. Mustang visibly stiffens when Kimblee stands and walks with me to the void between cars. His pony tail whips around just like mine had just done.
"Ahh." Kimblee stretches his hands over his head and smiles out into the nothingness. Why Archer couldn't have asked Major Armstrong who is more than capable of handling Kimblee if he got out of hand was beyond me. The Crimson Alchemist leans back into the railing and smiles at me. "Major Bishop."
"Yessir?" I ask, my hands fold automatically behind my back, the lump of my gun feels calming under my hand.
"You weren't in the Ishbal Rebellion were you?"
"No sir." I know he's searching for more information, but I wasn't in Ishbal, neither was my brother thankfully. I'm not sure who he could think I was but nobody in my family has been a part of a major war like that.
"Hmm, you look familiar." His eyes start to undress me and I glare past him. "Can I ask a question, soldier?"
"Of course sir." Doesn't mean I'll answer it.
"Why did you join the military?"
"To be better than my brother."
Kimblee snorts and shakes his head, "You're not serious are you?"
"I am sir." My posture doesn't relax when he turns his back to me.
"Interesting. Is that why you're so afraid?"
"Sir?"
"You're eyes," The Crimson Alchemist turns back to me, "they show fear." I take a deep breath and try to let my body relax and not show signs of acknowledgement. "You never thought about the actual war part of joining the military did you Major? You just blindly joined something way out of your league and now you're afraid you're going to die." His gold eyes read me too easily. "So what are you going to do now?" He pushes himself off from the railing he'd been leaning on, hips first, and walks towards me. I walk backwards into the opposite railing until he has me pinned, his hands gripping the railing right against my hips. His hands are warm, even through my uniform. "Do you want to kill yourself, soldier? Disgrace your family and country? Or would you like some assistance?" Kimblee's hand latches around my wrist and I start to pull back until I sense the hydrogen and oxygen inside me shifting.
"Don't." I say solidly, my struggling stops instantly. The Crimson Alchemist smirks, he's turning my arm into a bomb. He's known for his explosive alchemy and I'm full aware of the molecules inside me moving to form the bomb he wants. He removes a finger and there's a loud snap before pain blinds me. My knees shake with the pain and I slump forward letting Kimblee control my life. I'm sure that's what he wants.
"I'm not going to kill you soldier." He scoffs and pulls on my arm until I stand before him. "You're pathetic and I can promise you, if we ever meet on the battlefield I'll kill you myself." His eyes burrow deep inside mine before he releases my arm, I wait for it to explode but it doesn't happen. My molecules settle back into place. "Enjoy that scar by the way." Kimblee licks his lips before he struts back into the train cart leaving me slumped over in pain.
I wait until the pain numbs my body before I look. Blood drips from a two inch long gash just above my wrist. It takes a few minutes of me pressing my sleeve into the wound before the blood clots. With a sigh I stand and straighten myself, there's a throb from the wound but nothing serious. There's some droplets of blood on my uniform, and a lot on the sleeve, but nothing too noticeable, I'll change when we arrive at base.
The door slams shut behind me, louder than I expected, Mustang's eyes dart to me and focus on the blood. "Major are you ok?" Mustang starts to stand. From the corner of my eye I watch Archer and Kimblee turn, those gold eyes narrow watching my movements.
"I just hurt myself sir," I brush the Flam Alchemist off, "got my arm caught in the chains out there. I was leaning too far over the railing." Mustang's black eyes focus on my own grey eyes but I know I've mastered the art of not showing emotion, or nearly mastered since Kimblee read me.
Havoc touches my arm when I sit beside him. With the roll of my shoulder he leaves me alone. My shoulder presses to the window and I lose myself in the land rushing by. Everything slowly turns to dirt and desert and I frown. I'm from the north, I'm used to the cold, not desert, I'm going to die of heatstroke.
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My eyes dart around the mirror in front of me, I take in the clean uniform trying to notice any dirt or creases that shouldn't be there. When I don't find anything I turn my attention to the rest of me. Long, brown, straight hair, grey eyes, peach skin, too round a face, a little too much weight around my thighs. I wouldn't call myself unattractive but I'm not attractive either, I'm just there. And with my averaged sized breasts and rather high intelligence I'm not Havoc's type. Bummer, I figured we'd make a nice couple. Hazel Havoc. That would take a little getting used to but I think it would work. Given I make it back home long enough to buck up and ask the blond out myself.
