Kenshiro: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or anything to do with it.
Edward: Damn straight. No one owns us!
Kenshiro: What are you talking about Shorty? Arakawa Hiromu does.
Edward: Who are you calling so short you have to be carefull where you step or you might step on him!
o Not Just Another Stray o
o 1 o Found o 1 o
Fall was almost over and wind carried a biting chill, promising a cold winter. The sun was just starting to set doing nothing for the chill. She pushed herself off the rough cobble stones of the dark alley onto her knees, grasping her aching head. Her fingers brushed against something atop her head causing daggers of pain to stab into her scalp. She gasped and fell forward, barley stopping herself from hitting the ground face first. The wind blew again driving freezing needles into her body.
She lay there for minutes, cold and in pain before she managed to push herself up to her feet. She looked down at herself and noticed two things that were very wrong. Firstly she was naked. Secondly her body seemed to be covered in fur. Dazed she looked around wondering where she was and how she had gotten there. She stumbled over to where a small pool of water had collected and crouched down beside it. She leaned over looking into the still puddle. She gasped and recoiled so fast she fell onto her bottom causing yet more pain. She rolled over and lay flat on the grounding with a groan, trying to comprehend her situation. Her face no longer looked human but more like a cat. Long whiskers had grown on either side of her small black nose and cat ears sat on top of her head.
The sound of heavy boots coming towards her made her new ears twitch but she couldn't summon the strength to get up again. They stopped in front of her and she could smell the cologne one was wearing and cigarettes on the other.
"Another one of these poor bastards." A deep voice said as she was nudged in the side with a boot. She groaned not having enough strength for anything else. Her body felt as if it was one huge bruise.
"Oh my god this one's alive!" Exclaimed the other in a slightly higher voice. "What should we do with it?"
There was a pause as the one apparently in charge considered their options. "Well we can't just leave the poor thing here to die but it seems cruel to hand it over for experiments."
She cringed at this, curling ever so slightly into herself, the rough ground hurting her skin. She didn't know wat they meant when they said 'experiments' but she knew she wouldn't want to find out.
"But then again what choice do we have," The voice continued, "Let's take her to the military HQ. The alchemists there can deal with her."
"Right." The other said.
She whimpered slightly at the pain as one of them scooped her off her stomach and into his arms. Pain shot through her again as she was passed to the other. She felt them walking towards the entrance of the dark alley before she finally slipped into a darkness that smothered all thought.