There was nothing but white. The blond alchemist took a minute to adjust to his new, but familiar, surrounding. Then as he turned he saw the large, grey, door with intricate designs. The alchemist sighed,
"You've got to be kidding me! This has got to be a dream."
"But it's not al~chem~ist!"
Edward turned to see Truth, sitting cross legged behind him. The only defining thing about the figure was the thin, etched, black lining. Oh, and he had leg. Edward's leg.
"Truth you bastard, what do ya want now?" Edward Elric was much more than annoyed. He was pissed. What on earth would the bastard Truth want with him now?
The figure grinned, "I can give your alchemy back, Mr. Al~chem~ist."
"I don't need it back, you can keep it."
Truth's grin faltered but immediately returned, "Well, Al~chem~ist I'm giving it to you but I'll take your arm back. Hmm… that leaves us a problem! We can't have a one armed al~chem~ist, can we? I'll give you your automail back. That should do the trick!"
"I don't want it back!" Yelled the blond, "Like I said, you can keep it!"
Truth's grin widened, "Well, you see Mr. Al~chem~ist, another little pet of mine seemed to escape. I need you to put him down. He seems to have lost control. I'll be sending you through the gate again. You'll need your alchemy to put him to rest."
"I. Don't. Want. This" said an angry Elric, "Why can't you do it? Why make me do your dirty work?"
"It's not necessarily dirty work, more of, watching my favorite pet again."
With that a wave of tiny black hands was birthed from the gate. Edward felt the multiple grips and fingers tearing at his skin and clothes. His limbs flailed and he struggled, he didn't want to repeat this mess.
"Bastard Truth! You'll regret this!" Ed yelled as he was pulled through the gate. As the gates closed Ed's eyes were locked in a cold glare to the sitting, grinning, being. Just wait, I'll be back.
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"Petty officer Daniel Noric. Stab wound straight through the heart, no weapon at the scene," recited Tony DiNozzo.
"What is this? Third one this week?" Timothy McGee asked.
"It is officially a serial killer," said the Israeli agent, Ziva David.
DiNozzo compared the information of this killing to the other two of the week. All victims male, all victims died of a stab wound straight to the heart. This guy must have a sense for anatomy, each victim with no chance of survival after being stabbed.
"Well this is certainly interesting," said the medical examiner, Ducky, "Same strange shaping of the wound. It cuts through the back, but only appears as a small prick of a needle. The knife must have a needle like point and expand from there. What is truly interesting is that such a fine point would never be able to forcefully enter the body like this."
"Same as the other vics?" Asked McGee to confirm the obvious suspicion.
"Correct. You know, this reminds me of a certain case I had in Germany-"
"Alright Duck," said a grey haired, blue eyed man named Gibbs, he continued on, "DiNozzo, photograph the scene."
"Yes, boss," DiNozzo photographed the body and the surrounding alley way. This wasn't a particularly engaging act but it had to be done.
While DiNozzo photographed and McGee talked to the civilian who found the body, Ziva looked around the scene. She ventured further down the alley way, scouring the area for any evidence. The Israeli agent stopped as a she saw a sudden flash of red at the end of the alley. It looked like someone was running, in a bright red coat.
Ziva David sprinted down the alley and turned where she had seen the man run, "Stop! NCIS!" She yelled as she took out her gun and ran after him.
Edward looked behind him, damn it. What the heck was NCIS? He kept running until he heard the shot of a gun. The woman had fired. She had tried to shoot me! Edward was about to clap his hands together until he saw two men arrive.
This won't end well, he sighed and put his hands in the air, "I surrender," for now, he added silently.