A/N: Warning for crappy writing and nakedness. Also, I don't own FMA.
With each step he took, the floor boards creaked, causing him to rant swears under his breath. It didn't help that the shoes he wore were big, heavy police uniformed boots. And, what was even worse, he wasn't alone. Two others were by his side, wearing the same boots, making the floor creak even more. He was surprised that nobody had come out and attacked them yet, considering the noise the three of them made.
"Boss."
He turned his head to his comrade who stood next to an open door. The officer was not much taller then him and look fairly younger. His hair was matted and shaved down the sides, giving off an orange like glow at the top when light hit it directly. The new recruit to the force, his first true mission, and he may have just gotten all of them killed.
"I think I hear something down here." He said nodding down the stairs that sat on the other side of the doorframe.
The two others made their ways over, their guns pointed up in case of attack.
As they went down the newly laid down stairs, not a single one of them seemed to make a sound. His other comrade gave him a questioning look, being the first one down the stairs. When he finally made it down there, he exchanged the same look back. Everything seemed fairly new and well kept. A treadmill sat in one corner, wires hanging down from it. The hospital table just across from them seemed newly washed, tiny water droplets sat in small groups all over it. As his head slowly turned to stare and ponder at everything, his eyes stopped at one specific corner. It was dark, almost no light at all coming from it or going in.
The others walked around, picking things up, and placing some in small plastic bags. And as they did, the twenty-five year old made his way to the corner. Upon looking more closely, he could see it was shielded off from the rest of the basement, a set of bars seemed to keep something in. With each step he took closer, the feeling of fear pulsed into his heart. And just as he began to wonder what could be so bad, a flash of silver passed the corner of his eye. His body froze, not knowing what to do. What was that?
"Holy shit!" The youngest of them exclaimed, running over to the wall behind his supervisor. "That was close!"
The oldest ran over as well, shaking him slightly as if to wake him up. "Roy? Are you alright?"
He nodded, trying to compose himself. "What was that?" He muttered, his mouth dry.
The twenty-two year old walked over, showing Roy what had nearly stabbed him in the eye. It was a fully metal arrow, just like the ones that had been used in the recent killings. The 'Fullmetal' killings as they called it. Roy picked it up softly, examining it closely.
"What could have shot this?" He asked as the youngest ran to the other side of the room, exploring some more.
"More like who. We just found our killer." His friend said, pushing up his glasses. Roy watched as he lifted his gun toward the corner, pulling out a flash light at the same time.
What they saw was something they hadn't before.
A girl, naked, with a bow and arrow glared up at the senior officer, no remorse in her shinning golden eyes. Her hair was long and covered her flat chest and most of her back. The light seemed to bounce right back off her skin and Roy swore that if it had been a brighter flashlight, the girl's skin would have blinded them both.
"It's a…little girl?" He mumbled as his friend lowered the flashlight onto the ground.
"She isn't little." The youngest one said from across the room. Both officers turned to him, watching as he flipped threw papers in a manila folder. "She's seventeen." He muttered loud enough for them to hear.
"Havoc, she can't be that old. Look at her." The oldest said, nodding back to the makeshift cage.
Slowly, Havoc walked over and jumped at the sight. "Shit man! She's naked!" He said, shielding his eyes.
"And she's our murderer." The tallest said, grabbing a set of keys off the desk. "Now come on, hold her down while I cuff her."
A slight ping tore threw Roy's heart as his oldest friend made his way to the cage. She was just a child. Even if she did kill all those people, he had to find out why. "Hughes, wait." He said.
The girl drew her bow back, ready to fire another arrow at any moment. Hughes looked down at him, an eyebrow raised. "What?" He said, almost irritated.
"What if I can prove she isn't the killer. You know, have her live with me and Riza for a while."
Hughes stared at him questioningly. "Roy, you do realize this girl killed twelve people."
He nodded. "I know, I know. But, look at her. She's just a child." He said waving toward the cage.
His friend shook his head. "She's a monster and should be treated as such. I don't want her killing you or my family." Roy sighed.
"Just a month. Please."
"Roy, I can't le-"
"Hughes, if this was your daughter, wouldn't you like to know what she went through to make her do this?" He said, looking right into the yellow eyes of his fellow officer.
They stayed like this for a while, staring each other down to see which one would crumble first. Finally, Hughes sighed. "Fine. One month I'll keep my mouth shut. Just be careful." He said and opened the cage.
The girl inside lowered her bow slowly as Roy walked inside, looking around. There was a small child like drawing on the wall behind her and a pillow on the floor. Arrows scattered all around, all cleaned and sharpened. He sighed deeply and his hands shook slightly as he took his coat off, putting it around the girl's small shoulders.
"Come on." He said, standing her up. "I'm bringing you home. Do you know your name?"
She tilted her head as she stared up at him. "Her codename is Edo." Havoc said, handing the officer the folder. "That's what whoever had her down here called her. Edo."
Roy looked down at the normal colored folder and opened it, flipping through the papers. And, for once, Havoc was right. Right up at the top next to her picture was the name Edo. Underneath was her age, seventeen, followed by the color of her eyes and hair amongst other things that he would read later on that day.
The girl watched as he closed the folder. "So, Edo. Let's bring you home."
Her shirt was overly baggy, clearly belonging to the man standing in front of her, showing how things went and what they did. The room she was in was small compared to the rest of the house but it was much bigger then what she was used to. And warmer.
The bed underneath her was simple and looked almost brand new. The sheets were a bright crimson and the pillow a dark black. She didn't really pay attention to what Roy was saying nor did she really want to. She was to busy exploring her new surroundings from the comfort of her bed.
"Do you understand? Edo?" Finally, she looked up at him and nodded, wanting for him to leave.
Roy chuckled and smiled, patting her on the head. "I'll be back soon. Don't leave the house. I'm gonna get you some actual clothes." And with that, he left.
She sighed in slight relief when she heard the front door close and stood up, walking over to the small bookshelf that sat in the corner. There were only a few books on there, a dictionary, a children's story book, and a few novels. Edo sighed and walked out into the top hallway, looking around. The place was full of color, more color then she was used to. Her first thought was that he must have been very rich to get this sort of house, but how much money could a cop actually get? Perhaps inheritance.
Going down the elegant staircase, she felt as if she was royalty. But she didn't let it get to her. She had to be on guard, no matter what. Always ready for any sort of attack. Slowly, she made her way into the kitchen, taking off the horrible feeling shirt. To others, clothes were warm inviting arms. But to Edo, they were suffocating hands. She hated the feel of the fabric against her skin. As she got closer to the archway, the sound of a woman humming entered her ears and she froze, grabbing the letter opener that sat on the coffee table. Edo lifted it up slightly, ready to throw but her arm stopped when the woman walked out from the kitchen. The two stood there, giving each other the same look of 'who is that?'. Edo was just about to throw the simple letter opener until the woman nodded, looking the young teen up and down.
"You must be Edo. I don't approve of your being here, but Roy must have his reasons. Please, come. I'm making lunch." She said and waved her over to the kitchen.
The sound of the file being dropped onto the desk was the only sound in the room. He scowled at the sight of the empty cage in the corner and walked over, picking up the metal arrows and bow. It was clear that his biggest project was not 'hunting'. The foot prints on the floor gave away the identity of his subject's kidnappers. Police uniform boots. Three of them were down here. He smirked as he examined one of the arrows.
"They have no idea what they have gotten themselves into."
A/N: Um...review? Should I keep it going? - ADAM