Chapter 1:
"Please don't die," Scar yelled.
"If I don't then you won't be saved," coughed his lover.
"No. I'll die with you then," Scar said holding her close.
"They won't hurt me. Just go," she yelled pushing him away.
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As usual Scar is looking for alchemist to kill and the military guys to kill. He was walking in a town called Liore. It was town that was once in chaos but know is being renuied. Scar wore a cloak to hid his looks so no one will know that it was him. He came into a shop and saw a whole bunch of military people.
"This place sure is getting a lot better," said one of the soilders.
"Sure is," cheered a drunk man.
Scar wanted to kill them but a little boy acidentally bumped into him.
"Sorry," the little boy said in a cute tone.
Scar smiled and sat down by the bar with his back toward the soilders. Just then the door slamed open.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING HERE?" shouted a women.
"Sorry ma'am," said the first soilder.
"We were having a break," said the other.
"Just come down and have a seat with us sexy," said the drunk soilder.
Scar then heard a slap. At the corner of his eye he saw a girl wearing army boots and paints with a black tang top. She had short light brown hair that came to the shoulders. She also had tan skin like scar. She was standing over the man that was drunk and he had his hand over his cheek.
"GET TO YOUR POST NOW!!!" barked the women.
"Yes ma'am," all of the soilders said running scared.
The women growled and mummbled something.
"Mommy," the little boy cried.
The women turned around and saw a boy hidding behind the stool next to scar.
"Sorry about that little one," she said in a nicer tone. She went to the little boy and carried him. "Where is your mommy?"
"I don't," the boy cried.
Scar got a napkin and gave it to the girl. She looked at him odd.
"It's for his nose," he said not looking at her.
"Thanks," she said taking the napkin. She wipped the boy's nose and walked out with him.
"How long has the military been here?" Scar asked the bar tender.
"For awhile. I'm worried about that kid though," the bar tender said.
"Why?"
"Because kids have been disappearing since they came here," he said.
Scar immideatly ran out of the bar and went after the women.
Great. I knew I should have killed them. If I did then that boy would have been saved. To think that I let her take the boy. The nerve of the military. Scar started to remember what the military did to his people and how they slaughtered every man, women, and child. He hated all military and alchemist because of what they did. If it wasn't for them then he wouldn't have to be so far away from his people and wouldn't have to hide who he was.
He ran faster trying to catch up with the women and the child. He found there foots steps and started to slow down. The footsteps were headed to the middle of the town. He came around the corner and saw a whole bunch of soilders there. Women and men were giving them supplies and talking to them.
Scar couldn't find the women with the child. He cautionsly went into the middle of Liore and slowly approched. When he came to the fountian he found the women and walked fast to catch up with them.
I hope she didn't hurt him, he thought to himself.
He slowly approched her and they went down this dark alley. He was close enough to them that he saw there every move. He could hear his breath laboring so he crawled up to the roof and followed them making sure they didn't see him. He passed by and watched. He lost his step almost falling. When he saw that the women was looking he quickly found a place to hide. He finally saw her face. She had sunglasses on where he couldn't see her eyes.
Why would a military person be wearing sunglasses? Scar asked himself.
After the women looked at around the little boy started to cry.
"What is it?" she asked in a motherly tone.
"I'm hungry," the little boy cried.
Scar held his breath as the women approached the building he was one. When she went under he found away to go to the lower leaves. As he did he saw women showering, guys smoking, and birds flying. Everytime he went through a room there was some sort of noise. "Shut up," he whispered each and everytime.
When he finally got to the bottom level, he found the women and saw that she was watching as the little boy happily at some eggs, rice and some meat.
"Thank you," the boy smiled.