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AN: 'Thinking' "Talking" Flashback
Chapter One: Transfer
I sat up groggily in my spongy bed. My rich purple eyes slowly cascaded across my organized room. They landed upon the silver pocket watch that rested upon my wooden side table. A lengthy yawn erupted from my lips as I reached for the metal clock. It was chilly in my palm. I clicked it open, the soft ticking sound growing louder. The clock read 4:57. My eyes closed and I withdrew a deep breath. 'Wouldn't hurt to get there early.' I threw my legs over the side of the bed and placed the watch back down. As I stood, I smoothed out my long black hair. I was glad that my hair was straight and easy to manage. I easily cracked my knuckles and headed to the bathroom.
Today I would start my new job.
I approached the gates of Central Jail dressed in my military uniform, minus the jacket, about two hours after awaking. The two men guarding the facility stiffened when the saw me.
"Good afternoon." I smiled warmly. They seemed to loosen up, but still stayed alert. The two saluted.
"G-good day, ma'am! Why do we have the pleasure of greeting a state alchemist today?" the man on the left asked hesitantly. He was tall and burly. His auburn hair was unkempt and shaggy underneath his hat. 'Ma'am? Do I really look that old?' I thought with uncertainty.
"I'm here for my new job. I'm sure Führer King Bradley has informed you of the guard change, yes?" I tucked my hands into my pockets whilst gazing at the two. The scrawny man on the right nodded.
"Oh, yes! He did, but I never expected you to be the one he chose!" He looked slightly bewildered. I ignored that comment and stepped closer. The pair moved aside and the gate opened. As I walked through the corridors of the penitentiary many of the prisoners stared at me, wondering why I was there. "Maybe there's an execution" or "A state alchemist? Whys she here?" were only some of the comments I caught while walking down the halls. I reached a closed off area of the prison. I gazed up at the bolted door. I looked at the tiny key-pad on the right. I leaned over and pressed in the 5 digit code. I heard the mechanic clicks of wheels as the door unlocked. I pulled it open and stepped inside. I looked into the secluded room. There was a large rusted gate, locked shut. Behind that was a concrete door with a small slot. Next to the gate was a man, dozing off on a stool. He was heavyset and had long brown sideburns. Drool was dripping out of his mouth.
I walked toward him and prodded his leg with my black boot. His eyes fluttered open.
"Huuh?" He gazed up at me "Bwahhh!! Oh! Lieutenant Colonel Hackson!" His brown eyes were wide and worried.
"Ha-ha! Sleeping on the job again, huh, Carl?" I smiled down at him. He looked guilty and turned away, muttering something about me being a smart-ass. I laughed again. "Well, I'm here to relieve you." The smile was obvious in my voice. He frowned.
"You're the one taking the job? Jeez, good luck." He stood and made his way over to the door and punched in the password I just had moments ago.
"Hmm? What do you mean by that?" I asked, genuinely interested. I turned towards him. He looked back at me, a glint in his eye.
"Every man whose taken up this job…has died," He said with all seriousness. I frowned. "Many powerful alchemists seek the aid of this one," he gestured to the cell, indicating the prisoner. "He always denies though. Says somthin' about him workin' alone, but that doesn't mean he they still couldn't let him out." He turned to leave. "You be careful, ya' hear?" I watched as he left and the door slammed after him.
A low chuckle emanated from the cell behind me. It sent chills throughout my body.
"So they sent in a little girl to do the job this time? Man, what has the world come to? Heh-heh." I turned to the cell. A pair of golden eyes were looking out from the small slot. I felt as though they were piercing my soul.
"Little girl, huh? Hmm, you didn't seem to think that back during the Ishvalan war, now did you, Zolf?" I smirked at him. The eyes narrowed at me. Mischief danced within them.
"Oh, I thought you looked familiar…" His eyes traveled down to my chest and back to my eyes. "You've grown Carolyn." I scoffed.
"So, have you learned to keep your hands to yourself, Kimblee?" I asked with a small scowl.
"Heh!" I could hear the smirk in his voice. "Why don't you come in here and find out." I rolled my eyes and sat down on the stool. My thoughts found the memories of the Ishvalan war.
FLASHBACK
I listened to the chatter and laughing of soldiers sitting around the fire. I wasn't one to join in. I was more of an observer. Many quieted when I passed. They seemed to be afraid of us State Alchemists. The camp was filled with various sounds of "hustle and bustle". Some soldiers were eating dinner. Most were resting or getting ready for bed. I eyed a group gathered around a fire. I recognized a couple of the faces. I spotted Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist. He was seated next to a blonde woman with a short boyish haircut. I strained my memory to remember her name. Rita Eagle-eye? No… I heard someone say 'Riza'. Riza Hawkeye was it? I think so. I've heard of her. She was especially skilled with guns. I recognized another face. Zolf Kimblee, the Crimson Alchemist. He was currently standing in uniform, except his jacket was left unattended on the ground next to him. Everyone's eyes were on him. He must've been telling some kind of story.
"He acted like it was a big deal. I didn't seem like one to me." I heard him say as I walked neared. I was lost, considering I wasn't there for the rest of the story. I didn't mind. But as I walked by I felt a firm hand smack my butt. I quickly clapped my hands together and stamped my foot, activating the transmutation circle I carved on the bottom of my shoe for convenience. Out of the ground shot a large titanium fist. It plummeted towards Kimblee. He dodged it in time. I shot a glare his way.
"Keep your hands to yourself, Crimson!" I hissed.
"Heh, sorry, babe. Couldn't help myself." His smirk widened as his bright eyes cascaded across my body. I grimaced and walked away. I had to admit, he was good looking, but he was a jerk.
END FLASHBACK
The rest day was rather un-eventful. I was bored to death. "Hey, Kimblee?" I got a "Hmn?" as his response. I didn't really have anything to say, I was just kind of wondering if he was awake. "It's really boring in here." I pointed out.
"And you're tellin' me?" He replied gruffly.
"What do you do everyday?" I asked bored.
"Well, there really isn't anything to do." He paused "Unless we have a visitor."
"What do you mean, a visitor?" I inquired slowly. His laugh echoed throughout the room.
"You really have no idea what you've gotten yourself into. Heh-heh!" He claimed. I frowned.
"Probably not." A grin spread across my face. "But I think I can handle it."
Maybe not.
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