Hi! This is my first fic! It's not complete yet, but I do have the story figured out. I'll post everything eventually, but I still have some work to do. The length will depend on if people like it! As this is a fic, I have definetly taken some liberties, making some of these things up, and I might have some facts wrong too... I hope it's not too bad though. As english is not my first language, there might be some spelling and grammar errors, and if anyone wants to proof read for me before I post the next part, please contact me! I'm doing my best, but I'd really appreceate it if anyone would be interested. Also, I have not featured alchamy in this one, as it just didn't do anything for this particular storyline. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!
Colonel Roy Mustang was the first to stand up, as the speakers on their train annonced that they would shortly arrive at Central Station. He took his hat back on, and grabbed his jacket as First Lt. Riza Hawkeye and Second Lt. Havoc followed his lead, grabbing some of their baggage.
"As soon as we get back to HQ, I want First L.t Hawkeye to call Colonel Stat and ask for the names of anyone that has signed in to the Bellings Hotel in the last three months. If he's not cooperating, you can tell him..."
"I'll make him cooperate." Hawkeye answered, no emotion in her face. She was always professional. In some rare occasions you could catch a glimps of humanity, but as sudden as it would occure, she would slip back into her professional demeanor. They started walking through their vagon as the train slowed down. Roy continued on giving commands and ranting about his frustration over the case they were working on.
"As soon as you get any leads, you will report directly to me...Oh!" He exclaimed. He had bumped into something. A child fell, with a suprising force, to the floor.
"What in the..." Roy murmured. "Watch where you're going, you little..."
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO LITTLE THAT HE'LL FALL OVER IF YOU STOMP A LITTLE TO HARD NEXT TO HIM?" The child yelled, clutching his left fist as if ready to take on the three militairy officers. He was wearing a knitted sweater, too big for him, and a beanie. His long blonde hair hung loosley around his shoulders. He had big golden eyes, that angrily stared up towards them.
"I didn't..." Roy tried to speak, as he realized that the kid was missing both his right arm and left leg, his pantleg and sleeve tied in a firm knot where his limbs were supposed to be. He had been walking with a crutch. The dread struck Roy, hard, as he realized that he had, absentmindedly, pushed a small, crippled child to the floor. He felt his face become overheated, feeling mortified.
"Hey, calm down little dude." Lt. Havoc said with a small laugh, trying to disarm the situation.
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO LITTLE THAT HIS OUTBURSTS WILL MAKE HIM BLOW UP LIKE A LEMMING?" The other passangers had begun to stare, and the people getting off, were waiting impatiently to get past them.
"Just... we're blocking the way. Let me help you up." Roy said between his teeth and reached his hand towards the child.
"I don't need your help." the kid snarled, struggeling to regain his balance while the train braked, slowing down in front of the station. When it finally stopped completely, the child fell once more, because of the force of the heavy machine stopping.
"For God's sake..." Roy muttered, and grabbed the child by his arm, janking him up. "Hey!" the kid cried out, and forcefully withdrew his arm from the much bigger and intimidating man, and jumped on his one leg to lean against the wall. The three officers looked at eachother.
"Where are your parents, kid?" Havoc asked.
"I'm not a kid."
Roy rolled his eyes.
"Where are your parents?" Roy snapped. He was known as an extremly impatient man already, but there was just something with this kid that really rubbed him the wrong way.
"We need to get off the train." Hawkeye explained, and picked up the crutch, giving it back to the kid.
"Thanks." the kid frowned silently, grabbing his crutch to put it under his arm.
"Lt. Havoc, take the kids baggage."
"Not a kid." he complained.
"Shut up. Lt. Havoc, take the 'not a kid's' baggage, and escort him off the train."
"Colonel, are you sure you're not letting your frustrations out on him? I think you're overreacting." Hawkeye said silently, as Roy stepped off the train.
"I just want to know about his parents. I'd like to give them a piece of my mind about their son." he gnarled.
"Not sure you're the right person to give parental advice..."
"No, get off me! I don't need your help!" They both turned around, looking at the kid, on top of the steep steps on the exit of the train. Havoc was standing behind him, throwing his hands up claiming his innocence. The kid leaned on his crutch heavily, but put it down on the middle step and jumped to the ground.
"See?" he told Havoc with a croocked smile. Roy would never admit to it, but he was a little impressed, but soon found back to his grumpy old self.
"Lt. Havoc, where is his baggage?"
"He said that was it." Havoc pointed to the kids backpack , that hung from one strap over the kid's one shoulder. Roy sighed.
"Fine. What is your name?" The child ignored him, and started to walk in another direction.
"Hey!" Roy shouted out, and grabbed the kid's shoulder.
"Let go of me!" he shrugged the colonel off. "I havn't done anything."
"You are a child, all alone in Central. You won't tell me your name, or where your parents are."
"I'm 16!" the child answered. Roy raised his eyebrows.
"Do you have identification?"
"No."
"Then I don't think we have any other choice, than to hold you up at the HQ until we can find your parents. Central isn't a place for a lone child."