:Taken Away:
((this is based on happenings after the Full metal alchemist movie. It corresponds with true history y and the characterization of Full metal alchemist, so if you have not seen the movie I don't suggest you read this just yet. ))
Disclaimer: I do not own Full metal alchemist or any of the following characters. … Except for some of the Nazi's. So don't sue me alright!
He panicked as he shuffled through the streets. Sounds of whistles and men shouting filled the air, as it was all he could hear. The cobblestones under his feet clattered as he ran. People's shoulders bumped into his as he tried to squeeze out of the ragging crowds. Finally making it through the ragging crowds, he leaned against as old bakery shop wall. He watched as many men came through in uniforms. Most of the men had the schwastica sign or the iron cross on there uniforms. His eyes widened in a moments fear until he forced them into a glare at the marching soldiers.
The soldiers walked through the streets hitting anyone who got in there way or tried to stop them from continuing or defy them in anyway. People ran from them screaming as soldiers grabbed them and began to beat them to the ground as well.
It was a mess as if hell had struck early with the higher authorities of the country.
He knew what they wanted though. He had known before the raid had even begun. He shook his head at having to face such tragedy. He knew he had nothing to fear. At least not for a while he thought. He had what they required in the people. The blonde hair, bright fair colored skin, and bright colored eyes. he knew that's what they wanted to see, but there were also other problems they where looking for. They where those with handicaps, or other problems with limbs, body, min and illness.
"After all" he had heard some men talking the night before the ongoing attack. "You can't make a superior race if have sick or weak, or even recently injured people walking about."
He had frowned at the and shut his eyes tightly trying to rid the image from his mind men's conversation in the bar and did not even bother to think about what they had meant. Now he understood though as he watched the soldiers picking up the old and beating the sick to the ground.
He moved away from the wall of the bakery to travel through the streets to get to his home where he could tell his brother about the recent events and maybe purse him on to flee the country with him. As he moved through the streets that where gradually becoming more and more crowded with people, he spotted a group of the armed soldiers. The ones that where known as Nazi's. They where beating a man with there night sticks. He starred at them for a moment wanting to react than thought better of it when he noticed that the man, looking like the race that they wanted, but having a wooden leg meant it led to his own demise. He painfully turned away from the pleading man and walked away from the scene.
At that point, one of the men in uniform walked up to him. He turned and looked up at the man and starred at him. The man out his hand in greeting and smiled kindly. He wondered if it was one of there tricks, but knew he had no other choice than to do the same as he shook the operates hand with his right arm. The solider seemed to step back at the feeling of the handshake. It was not until he had realized his mistake until the solider smiled a thin smile as he let go of his hand and let it fall to his side and turned to walk off.
" Guten Tag, Sir"
((Translation Good Day Sir))
The man said as he walked off waving his hand in the air as he summoned other men in uniform to him.
He watched the operates actions in a sort of confusion until he remembered what he was going to do. He walked off to get his brother.
As he walked up the steps to the apartment building that he and his brother lived, he could not help but notice the increase in parked cars that where around. The cars looked like they where mere civilian cats. He entered the building and started up the stair to the second floor where he lived. He listened to his thoughts and the rhythmic clanking to of his left leg as he began up the stairwell. His right arm ripped the stair well railing tightly. It was hard for him to walk now a days and he would have to tell Alphonse that he would no longer be able to stay in an upstairs apartment any longer. It put a great strain on him as he became older.
Finally reaching the second floor landing he fumbled in his pocket for his keys as he reached the apartment door labeled "122." He revealed his keys and put them in the lock to open the door. As he opened, the door walked in, took off his brown coat hanging it at a coat stand, and quietly continued walking around shutting the door behind him. He saw his brother stare at him silently with a slightly horrified expression on his face. He was not sure what was going on as he looked at him with a confused expression.
"Alphonse?.. What's wrong?"
He watched him shake his head as he pointed at two men that where standing behind him. He turned around fast and looked at them. He barely managed to block one of his nightsticks that aimed at his head. In that moment another came down hitting him in the chest. It made him stagger backwards as he recoiled from the attack and struggled to recover. He only ended up falling backwards on the couch as the men followed him. He squinted through his eyes to see one of the men raise his arm with the nightstick again. The solider suddenly froze and backed off. He sighed in relief and tried to get up to see who had stopped the solider. His relief turned to dread, as the man who had ordered the solider to stop was just a higher commanding officer. He recognized them man as one of the higher ups he had seen in speeches with Adolf Hitler. Looking up at him he tried to straiten himself but helplessly fell backwards. He glanced over at his brother for a moment than back to the men. The man held his arm out to help him up.
Thinking better of it this time he refused the gesture and helped him self up by gripping the side of a nearby coffee table. The man frowned than walked over and grabbed his right arm pulling the sleeve back to relive the auto mail. The operates eyebrows rose as he spoke.
"so what they said was true hmm? You really are a cripple."
He pulled away from the man fixing his sleeve as he glared at the man watching him closely. The man took out a small black book and flipped through a few pages until he stopped at a blank page and withdrew a pen from his pocket. He looked over at him and smiled.
"You are Edward Elric, no?" he asked as he pointed to the name inside the book.
Edward said nothing and only continued to glare at them man.
"you speak when you are questioned got that?" screamed one of the soldiers. The higher ranked officer put out his hand to stop the solider than spoke in the same calm voice he had spoken in before. "Are you not?" he asked.
Edward once again did not say anything as he looked over at Alphonse who was shaking his head. He knew that he was warning him not to tell, and he knew better than to tell. He stayed silent.
The solider saw Alphonse's gesture to his brother and walked over to him. He swung at the full length of his arm hitting Alphonse in the back of his head with the nightstick than looked over at the higher up officer perturbed. Alphonse moaned in slight agony for a moment before he closed his eyes and lost consciousness. The higher up officer shot a sharp glare at the solider than looked back towards Edward.
"Either you tell us your name or we will have to go through extreme measures, and you don't want that now do you?" Edward looked to his brother sprawled on the ground unconscious and noticed a small line of blood running down his face from his forehead. He looked at the man who kept that same stupid smile on his face. He did not want them to hurt his brother even more so he sadly admitted with bitter in his words. "Yes, that's right, I am Edward Elric."
The man smiled at him once before, but now his smile became wider as if it would fall off his face. He turned around with out a word but nodded his head content and walked from the apartment. The soldier smiled as two others walked into the room from behind the higher officer and grabbed him firmly. He struggled glaring at every one of them threateningly as he screamed out for them to let him go. Taking one glance at his brother who was beginning to move again and revive from his consciousness. He was glad that they were not going to take his brother as he slowly realized where they where going to take him. He saw that dreaded truck, that last truck that you saw before you where delivered to your death. His eyes widened as they brought him closer to the struck as he struggled more freely and this time with all his strength. "NO!" he screamed out reapiedly and in pure horror as he slowly realized it all.
His neck protested sorely in pain as he was once again hi, but this time in the back of his neck. He slumped foreword trying to keep his eyes open and fight off the three men who hoisted him over the edge of the truck and inside it. The last word that came out of his mouth was a whisper of help to his brother Alphonse as the truck started up and all went dark.