After The Battle (an FMA Story) Chapter 1: Out of the frying Pan; Into the Fire!
A young girl stared out the window, her wavy brown hair cascaded midway down her back, her eyes shone with hints of red. The rain was pouring, but did little to wash away the blood. The girl looked no older then 7 yet she stared out the window with more concentration then anyone could have ever expected. Her eyes swept the wasteland which she'd called home. She pressed her hands against the seat and pushed herself up. She was dressed in a white tank top and jeans, a gold transmutation circle hung around her neck. Someone was walking the streets, someone she desperately despised. He had brown hair and was wearing a blue military uniform. "Cat!" the girl cried out and grabbed a sword off the window seat. "I think we found somethin' ta do on a rainy day like taday." She said with a New York accent. A menacing smirk crossed her face as she turned to face the doorway.
Another girl stood there, no older then about 5. She was wearing a peter-pan collared button up white blouse and a red and black plad skirt. Her black socks went to her knees, and she looked much paler then the tan girl that stood in front of her. Her blue eyes twinkled and vibrant orange hair fell to her shoulders. Half of it was tied up in a pony tail while the rest of it was down. Her voice even sounded sweeter then the other girl's. "What? What can we possible do on a day like today?" she asked. She had a heavy English accent.
The other girl grabbed cat's arm and pulled her over to the window. She pointed to the man who was now staring up at them. "Ya see that Cat?" she asked. Cat nodded. "That's Chumly, crimson alchemist, menace to society, and to us. Ya see, we're a little outta practice ya know, and I think HE might be just the person who can get our adrenalin rushin'" She proclaimed, a hand on her hip, the other twirling the sword. Her eyes were vclosed and a smirk remained steady. "A mass murdera like that ought a give up some kinda good fight, doncha think?" She opened her eyes again and stood with pride. "So whaddaya say?"
Cat looked at her and smiled. "Sounds charming, Kitty, you always seem to be able to find us some fun." She said. "I'll get my bow and arrow."
Kitty smirked and watched as Cat picked up her arrows and hand crafted bow then jumped out the window, awaiting her sister, who she'd expected would come out the front door. Just on time se came, now with shoes on. Chumly stared at the 2, his eyes looked vengeful. Kitty smirked wildly. "Another vengeful soldier, uh? Ya dun think ya can stop us do ya? Nah, 'course not, that'd be stupid." Cat readied her bow and arrow as Kitty began to walk around him, his eyes were solely on her, thought he did, said nothing. "What's da matta? Afraid of a coupla little gils like us?" She asked.
Chumly then smirked. "What a good bomb you'll make….!" The very sound of his voice was menacing. Kitty laughed slightly. "Yeah, now dat's a good one! You? Turnin' ME into a bomb! Dream on." Her ran after her and grabbed her neck. Oh crap…. she thought. this can't be good Suddenly, he let go and began laughing manically. Kitty back up. "Yo, phyco alert." She mumbled. And began to run to Cat, seeing as 1 of her arrows had been fired into his back. Then she heard it; her mother's scream. "What the he-" Suddenly Kitty felt a sharp pain in her neck, she hadn't seen her, it was like she'd popped out of no where. A blonde woman was crouched down and had just shot Kitty in the neck. She grabbed the wound and fell to her knees. She saw her mom being dragged out by some other men, she couldn't make out their faces. And her sister was being tied up by yet another.
Suddenly there was a familiar voice. "I'm sorry Kitty, but there's no other way…" the man said. Kitty looked up at him. "Dad…" she wheezed out. He was holding a gun to her forehead and she broke out into a cold sweat. The seconds ticked away more slowly then ever as his finger pressed down on the trigger. Kitty's heart beat echoed in her ears, then all at once there was a flash of light and another sharp pain though her forehead. She heard another bang and then all went black.
About a week or so later Kitty woke up. She was in a stone room, only 1 door and all the walls were covered in spikes. Her legs were spread apart and so were her arms, however, she soon realized that they weren't touching the ground. The metallic straps gave it away, someone had chained her here. She tried to moved her head but the spikes dug into her soft throat. She howled out in agony and she heard footsteps ringing outside. A man stopped in the doorway. All Kitty could see was his shadowy silhouette. "Oh, so you've woken up." He said, in a sleeze ball fashion. "Good, I was wondering when I'd be able to get a taste of the DEFEATED Akuma no Inote!" He began laughing. "where-" Kitty began weakly. "Are you! The closest thing you can get to hell, for YOU at least, for me it's heaven on Earth." "What's that mean!" she snapped back with as little strength as she had.
The mean laughed evilly and walked up to her. He leaned his face towards hers, his grey eyes alive with mischief. "Oh, you'll see, sooner then I think you'd like to imagine!