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Trackers
Prologue
"He's around here." A young voice whispered in the darkness. It was so dark that only the outline of his body could be seen, and even that was just barely seen.
The boy next to him was also just a barely seen outline. He was shorter than the boy who whispered by about an inch. "There." He whispered, pointing through the trees to a river where a man twice his size was kneeling.
Quietly, the boys split up and slithered through the trees. Once, one of them made a mistake and stepped on a branch. The man at the river whipped around, trying to see through the darkness at who was there. He called out but no one answered. The hunters stayed hidden in a tree until he turned back around.
Slowly the boys slid down the tree trunks so as to not alert him that they were around. They crept through the trees until they reached the edge of them. Once there, the older one pulled out his gun. He looked over to where the younger was waiting. A cloud in the sky moved aside, allowing moonlight to wash over the three.
The older boy had long gold hair that was tied into a braid. Gold bangs that went down to his chin framed his face. He had bright gold eyes that narrowed as he looked at man at the river. He wore black cargo pants, black and red combat boots, a black sleeveless shirt, and a black jacket that was clipped shut at the top with a silver clip and silver lining on the edges. Around his neck was a silver chain with a pair of dog tags on the end. One of them was red with a black Flamel on it. The other was steel blue with his name engraved on it: Edward Elric.
The younger boy wore steel blue cargo shorts, a pair of black boots that went to just a little above his ankles, a steel blue sleeveless shirt, and a charcoal gray jacket with blue lining on the edges and a blue clip at the top that was left undone. His eyes were bright gold like his brother's, but his were more round than Ed's. His gold hair was short with his bangs going to the left across his forehead. Around his neck was a silver chain with two dog tags on it. The first was steel blue with a black Flamel on it while the other was red with his name engraved on it: Alphonse Elric.
The man kneeling at the river was a gruff looking man. His long dark brown hair was a tangled mess. His scruffy beard made it look like the man hadn't shaved in a long time. Green sunken in eyes shined in the moonlight. There was slight madness shining in them. He wore a filthy prison uniform and had mud covering his face, hands, and his pant legs.
Clicking his gun so it was ready, the older boy moved from the trees. "Ray Jackson."
Ray jumped to his feet and spun to face the boy. He tensed when he saw the gun in a kid's hand. "Who are you?" He sneered.
The boy didn't reply. He just stared at Ray with eyes full of fire. "Ray Jackson, a mass murderer who escaped from prison three months ago."
"Are the cops hiring kids to do their job now?" Ray snarled.
The boy didn't bat an eye at Ray's tone. "Under the authority of the MP, you are under arrest for stabbing a guard, escaping from prison, hijacking a car, traffic violations, causing three car wrecks, and manslaughter." The boy continued in a calm monotone. "My, my, I don't think you will be seeing the light of day for the rest of your life."
"I'm not going back. And no kid is going to take me in." Ray growled, hand diving into his pocket.
"I wouldn't do that." The younger boy said in the same monotone as the older as he came into the clearing.
"Two brats? Two brats won't-"
BANG!
"Was that necessary?" The younger asked.
"He wasn't coming willingly." The older replied with a shrug.
The younger kneeled next to the convict. Ray was holding his side, eyes moving from the boy kneeling to the boy standing over him. Blood was seeping through his muddy hands. Mud and blood were mixing together, burning his side as the mud seeped into his wound. The older boy crossed his arms in cocky satisfaction.
"Who are you?" Ray asked through the pain.
The older boy smirked at Ray. "Trackers."