Hey guys this is my second story, hope ya like it! First one isn't going to well, but I'm not gonna abandon it yet! I'm not good at writing romances, sooooo yeah. This one promises to be more actiony (is that even a word?) and dramatic. Anywayssss have fun! And if you guys are good reviewers, I might throw in some Roy or Envy shonen ai, but you guys gotta review and choose your fav!
"The promised day is coming soon. We need to put our plan into action, we need to gather the pieces," a figure standing in the dark corner of an abandoned warehouse said with an aura of authority. The room was dark and damp, and smelled of must. There were multiple figures standing around the powerful figure, listening to his every word.
"What are we going to do about him? The military is keeping him under careful watch since the Tucker incident, so it's not going to be easy," another tall, dark figure said in an anguished voice.
"Can't we just kick the pipsqueak's sorry ass and drag him over to our side? It'd be a lot more fun…" a smaller, palm tree shaped figure offered the suggestion with sadistic-sounding glee.
"No, we must not injure the boy. Our first goal is to convince him. If he doesn't come peacefully or of his own will, threaten his family and friends. We must do whatever we have to get our hands on him. He will be a most valuable asset."
"Awww, can't I have a little fun with him? He will be able to heal, you know…."
"Alright, but just don't break his body. However, his will – is yours to damage as much as you please. We will have Edward Elric on our side- whether voluntary or not- before the promised day. If you fail, you will all be punished most severely."
Edward Elric gasped as his eyes flew open.
"Oh, it was just a dream…" Edward mumbled to himself as he stumbled out from under his white bed sheets towards the bathroom. He looked towards his left, outside the window of his room in Central. It must be about 9:00 am since General Armstrong is out on his morning watch already. Edward ambled over towards the bathroom, and discarded his clothes by the door. He turned the knob of the hot water handle in the shower, and feeling the steam rise up from the water, he stepped into the shower. He ran his fingers through his golden hair, pulling apart his trademark braid and thinking deeply. He looked down at both of his hands, one made of automail, one of flesh and blood. He watched the water flow over both, but only feeling the sensation on one.
"I haven't had that dream in a long time…I guess I still miss Mom."
He finished cleansing himself and stepped out of the tub. He found his clothes- his black muscle shirt, his black leather pants, and most importantly, his red jacket- lying on the floor where he had discarded his dirty night-shirt. Al must've gotten back from bringing breakfast up. He clothed himself, and walked out into the room and sat on the couch in front of the coffee table, where his breakfast lay.
"Hey, Al, thanks for bringing up breakfast!"
"No problem, brother!" Al called out from the other side of the room in his tinny voice. Al sat at the other table, which was covered in research papers and overdue library books.
"What're you looking at?"
"Uh- it's nothing…"
"Don't tell me it's about-"
"Yeah, it is."
"Al, the Philosopher's stone is made by sacrificing human lives. That's it, end of the sick, twisted story."
"But I thought that there might've been some way we could've made it- without sacrificing people-"
"Just give it up Al! There's no away around that sacrifice."
"What do you know? At least I'm trying to figure out a solution here, instead of moping around all day."
"You know what; I've had about enough of you and your Philosopher's stone! I'm going out for a walk." Ed slammed the door. Ugh, why didn't he eat breakfast first? He stomped down Central's marble steps and walked down towards Main St., taking his usual shortcuts through the long, dark alleyways perpendicular to the streets. He saw a tall figure leaning casually against the wall at the other end, nearly blocking the exit. If he just ignores him, he should leave him alone… He walked quickly but with caution as he approached nearer. Just as he was about to pass the tall, hooded figure, a black dagger shot out about two inches in front of his face and buried itself into the wall next to him. He backed away quickly and poised, ready to use his alchemy to defend himself. The dagger- wait, no, is that a black claw? The black claw retracted from the wall, and the cloaked figure pulled down their hood, revealing themself. It was Lust, one of the seven sins.
One of the homunculi.
Edward clapped his hands together and rubbed his hand, glowing with blue alchemical energy, over the top plate of his automail, forming a blade. "What do you want, Lust?" The golden orbs watched her movements carefully, prepared to attack.
"Edward, why must you be so cruel? I merely came to say hello."
"Mhmm- sure, right. And Roy Mustang looks dead sexy in a mini-skirt," Ed rolled his eyes, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I truly did come here to talk, however. Why do you let the military step all over you? I know that you are a dog of the military, but they treat you even worse than a dog."
"Hey, the food ain't that bad…"
"I'm not talking about the food. Didn't they reassign you to continue Tucker's research even after you went through the traumatizing ordeal of discovering the truth behind Tucker's talking chimeras? I think that's hardly fair. What about Mustang? All he ever does is complain about your "escapades" and about how you found no evidence whatsoever on the Philosopher's stone. He even calls you short-"
"I'M NOT SHORT!"
"- even though you're not. Hasn't Mustang even threatened to reveal the truth about you guys to the military before in order to get you to follow his commands?
"If you're trying to sway me, it's not going to work."
"But what if I offered you more information on the Philosopher's stone? What if I gave you-"
She pulled a red stone out of her pocket.
"-this?"
"No. I will not take the Philosopher's stone. I will not utilize the material that was gained through sacrificing others to restore mine and Al's body. I'm not a monster."
"But won't you join us? You will be free to continue in your research, and you can visit your brother. You may even get paid."
"I'm sorry, I don't do bribes."
"Then I'm afraid I'll have to use a bit more FORCE!" she yelled as she lunged at Edward. Edward ducked to the left and elbowed her on her right side, right between the ribs. She yelled out in pain as her ribs began to heal. She turned around, and as fast as lightning, her nails shot out, piercing his good should and scraping his cheek. He pulled the claw out and got underneath, connecting his foot with her chin. She spat blood as her neck cracked back into place. She flipped over Edward, and in doing so, she landed a punch in his face. Ed fell and went sliding into the wall behind him. He stood up slowly, and then charged her. He managed to land two large slashes in her abdomen, but she had already started to heal. He turned around to finish what he started, but Lust was gone.
"Where in the hell did she go?"
Roy took one last look at Tucker's case file, and then tucked it away with the other mountains of paperwork on his desk. They would have to keep a close on Fullmetal now, that's for sure. They couldn't afford for him to go AWOL now anyway. Suddenly, the door to his office opened and Führer Bradley stepped in.
"Sir!" yelled Roy, standing up straight and saluting the Führer.
"At ease, Colonel."
"Why are you here, sir?"
"I just had a question; do you know where Fullmetal is?"
"He should be in his room with his brother, sir."
"Hmmm…. interesting. Thank you Colonel, you are dismissed."
Führer Bradley stepped out of Roy's office. Did Lust get a chance to talk to the damn brat yet? He strode down towards the second level of the building, spoke briefly to someone on the phone, and then knocked on Fullmetal's door.
"C'mon in," Fullmetal's voice replied from the other side of the door. The Führer opened the door and entered the teenager's room. He looked around the pigsty of a room, and found Fullmetal lounging on the couch, eating his breakfast.
"Where's your brother?"
"Over here, sir!" Alphonse peeked out from the other room, still researching.
"Fullmetal, did you happen to encounter anyone strange today? Has anyone been bothering you? I have a feeling that Scar has been around Central again, so I've decided to assign you a personal bodyguard for your protection. He will be following you around everywhere, so do try to get along."
"I can protect myself, thank you very much."
"It's not an offer to refuse."
He waved the soldier that he had called over the telephone earlier over towards him.
"This is Lt. Brooks. He will be watching you from now on," the Führer promptly stepped out of the room and shut the door, heading back towards his own room.
"Nice place you got here… it's definitely a lot better than the soldier's quarters-"
Brooks walked around towards the back of the couch, bent down towards Fullmetal, and whispered,
"-eh, pipsqueak?"
Soooo how'd you guys like it? Reviews please! (I did say please!) Cookies and milk for all!
Ed: Ew, get that stuff away from me, bitch!
Me: Hahaha no you must drink it! I control the story after all!
Ed:NOOOOOOOO!
Me: I almost made you say that Roy Mustang looked dead sexy in a mini-skirt! But then I took pity on you...
Ed: Oh, you're too kind o_o
Me: shut up...or I'll leave another big cliffy.