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A Flame in My Heart (FMA Story)

Chapter 1 The Accident

"Lara! Now!" my co-partner Jane cried. The guy stopped short as I jumped in front of him.

Clapping my hands together, I drew the moisture out of the air and the surroundings and engulfed him with water up to his head. Then, I froze it with a snap of my fingers.

"Ok, pal. You're coming with us," Damion, my superior, walked over to him, gun in hand. I was ready to go home, and I was hoping we could do this in one shot. We had been chasing after this guy for months.

"Not quite," the guy burst free. He had used alchemy somehow to explode the ice. No one was ever able to break free from my iron hard ice. There was something about that arm, something monstrous. It was covered in strange tattoos that I had never seen before.

We took off after him. This guy was dangerous. If he caught one of us, we were done. His arm would blow our brains out. He had killed countless state alchemists, and I didn't think he'd stop now. I had seen the destruction of his arm first hand when we first learned of him, it was gruesome.

He had disappeared down a street. We stopped and looked around for anything that was out of place. We straining to hear him running, or even breathing, listening for anything that would give away his position. No one could hear anything accept the wind howling against the deserted town.

The next thing I knew, he had both Jane and Damion in his arm. I rolled to the side, grabbed the gun from my holster, dropped to one knee for better positioning, and pointed the gun at him in one swift motion.

"Shoot, and both of them here are dead," he threatened, tightening his grip on them with his destructive right arm.

"Shoot him!" Jane cried against his hold.

"You are our best shooter. Take him out!" Damion demanded. Neither one showed any fear on their faces. They were placing their complete trust in me.

I shook my head. "I can't!" I sobbed. I couldn't risk losing them. I didn't want to take the chance. They were the closest thing I had to a family, and I didn't want to risk hitting either one of them.

"I'm not requesting this Lara. I'm demanding it!" Damion shouted angrily. When I hesitated, he yelled, "DO IT!" His voice pierced the night air, startling me. He never used his angry voice with me.

I shook my head again. "No." I couldn't do it. There was no way they could bring me to do it. Not when both of their lives were on the line.

"It's an order!"

"Scar, please release them," I begged. It was so unlike my nature to depend on someone else, and I never have. That is, until now. I was depending on Scar to let them go, and he wasn't complying.

"Lara, I order you to shoot him now!" Damion yelled again. Jane kept nodding her head, telling me it would be okay. It was funny how she was soothing me, when it should be the other way around considering our predicament.

Scar moved his arm. Thinking he was going to kill both Jane and Damion, I shot. It hit him in the shoulder, but not before he had used his arm to kill both Jane and Damion. The blast of blood hardly made a noise, yet I would forever hear that horrendous sound of ripping through flesh.

He took off running towards me as I shot at him numerous times. I dropped to my knees in defeat. He grabbed my wrist and I felt a sharp pain before he was running away from me and from the voices behind us.

I was vaguely aware of the military coming to my rescue. Sobbing, I crawled over to Jane and Damion holding my bleeding arm. I was starting to feel dizzy, and before I knew it, I was laying on the ground in a pool of blood, unaware if it was my own or Jane's and Damion's.

When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed. My superior was talking in a corner of the room to a doctor in hushed voices. They were talking about me, I could tell. At first, I was confused; I couldn't remember anything.

I cleared my throat to get their attention. They both looked up quickly, as if I had caught them doing something bad.

"Lara, you're awake, good," said furor Conoly. "How do you feel?"

"Numb. But, I don't want to be here. I feel fine enough to leave. When will I be discharged?" I replied. I hated hospitals ever since I was little. They freaked me out. I associated the smell of clean hospital air to death.

"Just as soon as you're ready," he told me.

"Which should be later on today," the doctor added, "but I will need to run some tests to be sure."

"Keep me posted. Tomorrow, I want to see you in my office at 9:00," the furor said before walking out of the room.

My doctor came to my side. "Your arm was damaged beyond repair from the fight. We brought in the best automobilists in the country to make an authentic arm for you. Nice, isn't it?"

I lifted my right arm and looked it over. "You can't even tell it's a fake. The skin matches my flesh."

It really was quite remarkable. No one would be able to tell I had lost an arm. Whoever did it was very skilled. I was impressed.

Then, reality hit me. "Jane and Damion… Did they… I mean…" I couldn't finish my sentence. I was afraid to hear the answer, but I was even more afraid that he wouldn't answer.

"I'm sorry, but they weren't as lucky as you."

The next day, I arrived in the furor's office on time. He gestured to a chair opposite his desk. "Sit." I did as I was told.

I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I knew I was in deep trouble and that I wasn't going to like what I was about to hear. Would I be demoted? Fine with me, I figured it would be my punishment for costing my team their lives. Time off? Good, I needed it.

"I know this is a difficult time for you, but you have to move on- for Jane and Damion's sake. It's what they would have wanted. They wouldn't have wanted you moping around," he started in right away. No small talk. There never was with him.

"Yes, sir," I nodded. I kept my head down and pretended to find something interesting on the floor. There had to be more. He wouldn't just call me in to tell me to buck up and move on.

"Now, the other day's performance is unacceptable. You should have waited for back-up. Because of your recklessness, Scar got away," his face was filled with pent up anger.

"We almost had him," I replied quietly. I didn't have an excuse, and it was the only thing that came to my head.

"Almost isn't good enough. We can't risk something like that happening again. I'm sorry, but we are discharging you."

"What? You can't do that to me!" I shouted standing up. Of all the scenarios running through my head, that was not one of them.

"I just did. The papers have already been signed. You have been transferred to Central and their branch of military. You no longer work for this military branch, and you never will."

I took a step forward. "For one mistake?"

"For costing your associates their lives. I'd say that's pretty big, even for one mistake."

I shut my mouth. I needed to accept this. It was my fault Jane and Damion were gone. Then said, "What is my new position?"

"I believe you are a secretary for a Coronal Mustang." The Furor seemed to find humor in this and smiled, more like sneered.

"A secretary?" I cried in disbelief.

"You're lucky you got that. After your little stunt, no one wanted you. I had to call some buddies in high places to get you that job. You screwed up big time. Besides, you can always work your way back up."

"Screw you!" I reached over and punched him in the face with my right arm. I didn't feel any pain; I didn't feel anything.

With that, I stormed out of the office. Anger boiled up inside me like hot water. I probably shouldn't have punched him, but it sure felt good.

I packed my things and headed for the train station, hoping to hop a train to Central as soon as possible. I had no choice in the matter, so I wasn't going to sit around and mope about it.

I would have to work my way back up. I would show up the furor and show him what he's missing. I would show him what a big mistake he made in firing me.

I hopped onto a train and sat in a car that was void of anyone.

Coronal Mustang, you better watch out. I will upstage you. No matter how long it takes.

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