Heyyo! I was bored and feeling nocturnal, so I decided to write this. I got the idea for Ed-chimera after reading a couple of Fanfics with the "Ed-Chimera" as the main character. There was only two worth reading, and that made me sad, so I decided to make my own.
(Sorry if you have a good Chimera-Ed fic that is good that I somehow missed. (don't know how I could of possibly out of 35,000 FMA fanfictions [and still counting!] haha :P) If you have a good one that you would like me to read, just review the name and writer of the story and I'll check it out...Review it...Have a latte.)
Disclaimer: don't own FMA, wouldn't be on FANFICTION if I did.
Claimer: I DO own all my OC's and my plotlines. Steal without permission and suffer the consequences. DUN DUN DUUUUUUH!
On that note, I'd like to start the chapter!
Chapter one: the lab
Huges had spent hours researching, days looking, and what seemed like months of kicking up dust. But there was still the million-dollar question.
Where was Ed?
He still remembered clearly the night they had learned about Ed's disappearance. He had been talking to Mustang in his office when Al had walked in in a stupor:
"Come on Roy, isn't it about time that you get a wife?" Maes teased his old friend.
"Look; I barely have time to sleep with my job, and you want me to take on the commitment of a relationship? Maes, there's no way I can climb up the political ladder and balance a wife at the same time! So stop pestering me about it!"Mustang said, starting out calmly, but voice growing into a shout.
Huges sighed and then said, "Roy, you're such a hothead, and still stubborn as ever, it good to know you haven't chang-"
"Colonel!" Al yelled, barging into the office, not stopping even to knock.
"What's the matter Al?" Mustang said, getting back into a business-like state.
"It's Ed! I can't find him anywhere!" Al started, sobbing in a way that only a suit armor can.
"What happened to Fullmetal?" Roy said, now in his normal, totally formal Commander Hothead state. "How long has he been missing?"
"Two days Sir. We...we...we got into a fight." Al choked out. "He ran out, he was angry...I don't remember what the fight was about really...I...I thought he would come back...that he needed some time to cool off...but it's been two days and he's still not back! I don't know what to do!" Al broke off, totally breaking down. Ed was the only family that he had left. If he lost him, he didn't know what he'd do.
Now Roy was worried. He knew Edward Elric well enough to know that he would never intentionally worry Al, and would never, ever skip town without Al with him. He also knew that Ed would never sleep in the streets, it was much to cold for his automail, being winter and all.
He had paused for a minute. "Huges," He said after a long time of thinking, "I want you and your best men on this case. Fullmetal is missing and I want him found. Put the whole base on code Black."
Huges eyes widened. Code Black was a code for when an important military figure was MIA. Important military figure being usually Brigadier General and above, and usually even the VIP's were missing for weeks, if not months, before Code Black was initiated. "Right away!" He said, and went to go file the papers needed for Code Black. Roy must know the kid pretty well, to put the whole country on alert this early. He better...he thought.
Even now, three months later, Roy's words rang in Maes' ears. Hughes needed to find him, if not for Roy, then for Al, if not for Al, then for Winry, if not for Winry, then for Ed himself. That alone was enough inspiration to last him years. He would find him, he had to.
Mustang woke up to the sound of his office's door being opened. Were am I? He thought. He looked up. Oh, I fell asleep at my office again...did anyone see me? He thought, embarrassedly wiping drool off of his mouth.
"Don't worry, nobody saw." Hawkeye said. "You really have to stop doing that." She said gently.
"I know," He said, "Its just-" But he was broken off by the ring of the phone.
He picked up the phone. "Mustang here." He answered.
"I know where Edward Elric is." The voice hissed, almost tauntingly.
"What? Who is this?" Mustang yelled, angry and confused. 'If this is a prank call I'm going to kill them'
"If you got to a farm 51 miles south of central, there is a secret lab concealed under the floorboards of the barn. It's a yellow barn, with an oak tree on the left side. You'll know it when you see it."
Mustang froze. "How did you come across this information! Who are you?" Mustang shouted.
"You'd better hurry and save your officer-or what's left of him." With that, the caller broke off into a fit of laughter before hanging up the phone.
Mustang stared at the phone for a minute. "I want that call traced...NOW." He said to Hawkeye.
"Right away sir!" she said, and ran off to find Furey, or someone else that could trace it.
Could we have really found him? The colonel asked himself.
Ten minutes later, Hawkeye was back. "It was traced to a pay phone, about 1.5 miles from here. Do you want me to get someone to investigate sir?" she asked impatiently.
"No, they're long gone by now." Mustang sighed. "What I do want you to do is to get me a team ready to investigate."
"With all due respect sir, maybe you aren't thinking clearly. A stranger just called you and told you to go to a barn in rural central, and your going to listen to him?" Hawkeye asked, beyond surprised. Damn that Hawkeye with ears like a...well...hawk.
"It's our first lead in months!" Mustang exclaimed, exasperated, "And, it may be Ed's only hope."
After an hour and a half of searching, they finally found it. The ranch with a yellow barn and a large oak tree on the let side. Carefully, Mustang, Hawkeye and the team of central officers went to go investigate it.
Mustang stepped around on the floorboards until he hear one creak. With shaking hands, he pulled the floorboard up, and the one next to it, and the one next to that one, until he had uncovered a small secret passage way under the barn.
He then gave Hawkeye his deluxe "I told you so" glance. God, it felt good to be right!
Then Mustang and his team dropped down the passage way. The first thing that hit them was the smell. It was all of the worst things in the world: urine, feces, fear, and worst of all death. The second thing was the puddles of alchemic god-knows-what on the ground, strategically set out like booby traps. Gross. He thought, remind me not to step in that.
He went over to the wall of the tunnel and felt along it's rough edges. Alchemic edges. "The tunnels here were made using alchemy; we're on the right track." He told the rest of the team. "Let's keep moving."
"Yes sir!" Everyone else said.
Mustang's skin prickled as he walked through the abandoned lab. This place was creepy; and not seven year old haunted house creepy, but creepy to a man that had seen hundreds of horror movies and had been on the front lines in be Isvalan war. The aura of Taboo was straight up freaky.
After what seemed like hours, they navigated their way through the underground tunnel.
Nothing could of prepared them for what they saw.
There were two headed chimeras, malformed animals, and worst of all: a normal human child, except it had all of its internal organs on the outside of its body. Many if the experiments were dead, and the ones that were alive, well, they weren't pretty.
Please don't let Ed be in here. Oh please, oh please. He started thoroughly checking out the contents of every cage.
Roy saw things no human should have to see, let alone endure. So slowly the numbers passed by: 1...14...35...47...69...88...92...100...until finally, Roy Mustang was at the last cage. It had two numbers on the papers that were attached to every cage. 108, and 127. Out of order? Mustang thought questioningly. He looked over the first one. Brown...extremely malnourished...dead. Oh don't let it be Fullmetal! Mustang prayed. Then he noticed. No way this thing was Fullmetal. It was female.
Roy perked up as he heard a animalistic growl. But it was wrong, like someone had taken a growl and run it through a computer.
"1...oh...8?" The second experiment growled. It was very much alive.
Roy looked over. He gasped at what he saw. He saw an extremely malnourished chimera with tawny fur...golden bangs...and Ed's golden eyes. But, they were dulled somehow, glazed with animal stupidity. Mustang's mouth went dry. "Ed?" He managed to choke out.
The Ed/Chimera looked up. "Ed...that...name? Not...1...27?" He was desperately trying to process the information that Roy had given him.
So he was 127? That meant that the dead chimera was 108...what Mustang had taken for a harsh growl before, was actually a questioning voice.
"Come on Ed." Mustang said, reaching his hand out towards Ed, who was still crouched in the corner of his cage.
"You...not...bad...whitecoat?" Ed asked fearfully.
"No, I'm not a bad...whitecoat, now come on." Mustang said, trying to reach farther into the cage.
Slowly, with much time, coaxing, and promises of not being a whitecoat, Ed finally crawled forward into Mustang's arms.
He was so...light. Could this really be Fullmetal?
"Ed...Ed...Ed...Ed...Ed...1...oh...8...Ed." Ed said, repeating his name over and over, with the name 108 thrown in. The sounds were gargled and malformed, just like the animal...chimera...thing...that they came from. Mustang looked at Ed. It was almost enough to make him cry. He was extremely malnourished, every bone in his body was showing, making Roy suddenly think of all those humane society commercials on TV and making him wish he had donated some money.
Somewhat normal dog haunches led up to a backbone that could only be described as...wrong. It was hunched over in a cruel way that reminded him in the cruelest way of both a wrinkled old man and a crippled hunchback. Tawny fur coated most of his body, except for his right foreleg and left haunch, which were colored more of a light brown. His face was like a normal dog's, but it was also wrong. His muzzle was too short, his forehead too broad, his eyes too intense. His eyes were Fullmetal's, too smart for a dog, but too dull for the human he had once been. Shaggy golden human hair covered his face and a bit of his back in a sort of mane. Expressive ears poked up, making Roy wonder of the breed Fullmetal had been crossed with. German Shepherd maybe?
Holding Ed closely in one arm, Mustang grabbed the papers attached to what formerly had been Ed's cage. "Take these to Hughes!" He yelled at some poor solider that happened to be standing nearby.
"Right away sir!" The soilder yelped and ran off, tipping in alchemical oooze along the way.
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