Hello everyone! Here's a new story of mine!
Warning: Genderbent characters, blood, some characters OOC, crass language, and violence.
Evelyn's POV:
You know, walking down the infamous 'Slut Street' (who the hell came up with that name anyway? It's stupid.) in the middle of the night with no escort and being a small girl (WHY EVELYN WHY?!) will probably result in you...well, lets just say that's sorta rated M material.
"Hey shorty!" someone calls. "Come on over!" I see a slightly drunk man with long hair waving at me from a porch step. I stick out my tongue angrily.
"Who are ya calln' short!?" I yell back, holding back my anger and changing my voice.
"GET OVER HERE YOU BITCH!" yells the man, and lunges at me. I clap my hands and press one against my automail arm, and the top part becomes a blade. Yeah, I know, alchemy.
When the man gets over to me, I slash my automail hand in one quick motion that slits his throat. As he's dying on the dirty road, I bend down over him and say, "No one calls Fullmetal short and a bitch and gets away with it, you bastard."
After the man finally dies, I stand up and see my partner-in-crime/friend Ling sitting on the roof on a small house nearby.
"Hey Evy!" he calls, and does a neat somersault off the roof to greet me. "Nice outfit."
As usual, I'm wearing a black top with a black jacket that closes at the neck, and a long black skirt. When I'm doing the killings, I wear this particular outfit.
"Hey Ling," I say. "And you are wearing the same outfit." He's wearing a long sleeved black jacket and black pants.
"So," he says when he comes over to me. "How many anger-induced kills today?"
"One," I reply, gesturing to the dead man. "Not in a killing mood today."
Ling smirks. "I've done two." By that he means two killings. Since Ling isn't an alchemist like me, he uses a sword, which is currently hanging loosely in his left hand.
I smirk back. "Okay then," I say, checking my watch. "I better go back to the apartment now so Al doesn't get suspicious."
"Still pretending to be Al's older brother and not older sister?" Ling asks, spinning his sword around.
"Yeah, I am," I say. "Now, I'm off, goodbye!" I wave as I run off.
"See you!" Ling shouts, running the opposite direction.
-In the morning-
"Good morning Edward!" yells my younger brother when I get downstairs after only one hour of sleep. "You overslept again."
I rub the back of my neck. "Sorry Al." This time I'm wearing the exact same outfit, but with my hair braided, pants instead of a skirt, and a long red coat.
Al smiles. "Want some breakfast?" he asks, sitting at the small wood table with two chairs.
"Hooray!" I cheer.
While I'm devouring my breakfast, I think about the reason Ling and I kill. Sometimes people ask us to kill for them, some we choose on our own. One of the two Ling got yesterday was a request.
"Ed?" inquires Al. "You might want to read this." I snatch the newspaper out of his hands and read the front page.
'The Assassin Pair of Central Strikes Again With Three Kills' the headline read. Oh, so they found out, interesting...
"They've been making so many kills lately," Al says, taking the newspaper back. "It's quite annoying, creating more military searches that I have to go on." He makes a face. "But we're always too late, and the bodies are slashed to pieces. Colonel's thinking about naming that one assassin Slicer."
I make a mental note to tell Ling. And also, Al is a state alchemist in the military. I'm a better alchemist than Al, but I have no interest in joining. Sometimes I help out though. The Colonel guy's a state alchemist too, and a pain in the ass.
"So, do I have to go to Central HQ again?" I ask.
Al nods and I groan. "Uggh, I hate that Colonel bastard."
He laughs. "His name's Colonel Mustang, not bastard. And you will come or I will drag you all the way there, chibi," Al says affectionately.
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SMALL THAT THEY CAN'T BE SEEN WITH A MICROSCOPE!?" I yell, and Al holds his hands up in defense, laughing.
-Central HQ-
I drag my feet all the way to the Colonel's office. When we get there, the door's closed so I lean against it. Al had gotten there earlier.
Suddenly, someone yanks the door open and I face-plant right before the Colonel's boots.
"DAMN YOU COLONEL!"
"Hi, Ed!" says Al, who is talking to Lieutenant Hawkeye about something
"Hello, Edward."
"THAT FRICKIN' HURT!" I screech. Colonel laughs.
"Get up, I need to tell you something," the Colonel says. I get up and head over to him sitting at his desk.
"So, you have to search for the Assassin Pair of Central starting tomorrow," the Colonel finally states. "Objections?"
Okaay...So if I refuse, Colonel will get suspicious, but there's no way I'm betraying Ling...
"Fine," I grumble, folding my arms. "Any more info on the two assassins?"
Colonel and Al smile. "Well," Colonel says. "The other assassin is known as Fullmetal and is very clean with his/her killings, and Slicer might be from Xing."
-Night, same place as before-
I stand at the porch of a old house, waiting for Ling to show up. I'm wearing the same outfit as last night but minus the jacket.
"Hello, Evy!" I hear Ling call, and then he steps out of the shadows.
"Well, Ling, so the people that work at Central HQ are now calling you Slicer, and I have to find the assassin pair, which is us," I say very fast.
Ling stares at me for a few seconds, then nods. "You know what to do, right?"
I nod.
"We got a weird request," Ling says. "So apparently we have to go to this really fancy military party for state alchemists and the likes tomorrow evening, and the person will meet us there and tell us who to kill, 'kay?"
"State Alchemists...Wait, is the Spear Alchemist gonna be there?"
"Yeah, why?"
"HE'S MY LITTLE BROTHER FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!"
"Okay.." Ling replies, inching away slowly from me. "And the best thing is you have to go dress shopping!"
"With who?" I ask. Really, I don't like wearing dresses that much.
"Ran Fan!" he says joyfully. Ran Fan is his guard/stalker and is a very scary lady.
"NOOOOOO!"
So here ya go! If you are wondering what else makes this story M-rated, there'll be some M-rated stuff in the next chapter (nothing lemon, I refuse to write lemon)