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"Ok, Mom" I said to my mother over the phone. I had just moved into my apartment two days ago, and I was still trying to get everything unpacked while talking to my mother, who was being paranoid as usual.
"Did you finish that book yet?" She asked worriedly.
"Yes, Mom." I said. "I'm going to send it off to a publisher tomorrow. Don't worry." I said calmly.
"But what if it doesn't get accepted?" Mom challenged. "Then what?"
"Then I'll add that parts they want and remove the ones they don't." I said. "I've still got that part time job, so I've got some money coming in."
"Alright," Mom said, giving in. "I've sent over your brother to help with the unpacking; he needs to get off of that computer of his."
"OK, Mom." I said. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "That's probably him. Bye, Mom."
"Bye, Angel-baby." She blew a kiss into the phone then hung up. I walked over and opened the door to find my little brother, only younger by three years, standing there.
"Hey, sis." He said, smiling.
"Hi, Randy." I said. "Come on in." He walked in as I shut the door behind him.
"Nice place." Randy said looking around. "You know, your ex-boyfriend, Jack, came by today and asked where you were."
"Oh really?" I asked as I began unpacking some kitchen utensils.
"Yeah." Randy said. "I told him that you moved so that you wouldn't have to see his cheating ass anymore." I smiled.
"Thanks, Randy." I said.
"Anytime sis." He said, looking in the cupboards for some food. "Hey, why don't you have any food yet? I'm starving."
"It'll take your mind off of food for more than five seconds if you'd make yourself useful and help me with unpacking like you were told to do." I said with an irritated sigh.
"Oh please." He said. "You're the one who lives here."
"Yeah," I began. "But I'm not the one who's twenty and still living with mama."
"Well, why'd it take you five years to move out?" He said in an attempt at defense.
"You know that I was still kind of short on money." I said, gruffly.
"Just be happy I was kind enough to bring over your Full Metal Alchemist collection." He said, showing me some of the volumes of the manga. I laughed; I got off my FMA addiction as soon as I reached fifteen.
"Don't you know, I'm off of that now?" I said, smiling.
"Oh, really?" He said. "Then why are there still FMA posters in your old room?"
"Because, SOMEBODY," I said poking him in the chest with a wooden spoon. "Hasn't given them to his FMA addicted friend yet."
"Hey!" He protested, walking over to some boxes and began unpacking. "Don't go blaming this on me!"
"Can't help it." I explained. "Been doing it ever since we were little. You know that!"
"Yeah yeah." He sighed. Yeah, Randy could be a pain in the hide, but he was my little brother; he's supposed to do that! "Ya know," He said. "If you ever get a jerk boyfriend like Jack again, do I have your permission to beat the shit out of him?"
"Sure!" I laughed. We continued unpacking until we finally got everything in its proper place. Sighing, Randy plopped himself on the couch.
"Man," He said. "I could really go for some TV right now."
"Well you're just going to have to deal with DVD's right now." I said. "I can't afford cable yet." Suddenly, the TV turned on to Full Metal Alchemist.
"What the hell?" Randy said.
"That's really creepy." I said. "I'm going to get a knife."
"Bring some holy water too!" Randy called.
"You'll have to ask Father Michael if you want some of that!" I yelled, grabbing a large butcher knife from a drawer and walked back. The TV then turned to static and showed an image of a white figure with no features what so ever.
"Oh my God!" Randy said. "Annie, that's Truth right there!"
"What the fuck?" I normally didn't swear, but it seemed this situation called for it. Suddenly, the TV turned back into static and an Ouroboros mark appeared on the floor.
"Uh, Annie." Randy began. At that moment a bright flash of light filled the room. We shielded our eyes, and when the light passed, with saw Envy and Pride, knocked out in front of the TV, which had now been thrown back into the blank screen which indicated that it was off now.
"Oh. My. God." I said, throwing my hand over my mouth. "Is that really…" I trailed off.
"I think so." Randy said. I took a step towards the two unconscious Homunculi, but Randy stopped me. "Let me handle this Annie."
"You idiot." I growled between clenched teeth. "As your older sister, I'm not letting you go anywhere near them!"
"Yes," Randy said. "but I'm your brother; I'm supposed to protect you."
"You're my younger brother, moron." I said.
"Then we go together."
"Fine by me." We inched closer towards them as if one wrong move could have us both murdered, which it probably would. I stood over Pride whereas Randy stood over Envy. Randy gently prodded Envy with a metal spoon he picked up when I wasn't looking. I softly shook Pride, which in truth wasn't the best idea ever.
"Hey," I whispered, leaning down close to Pride. "are you okay?" I heard a gasping sound and looked up to find Randy held against the wall by an extremely angry Envy.
"Where is he?" Envy shouted at my brother. "where's the Full Metal squirt?"
"I don't know!" Randy said between gasps for air.
"Randy!" I shouted. Envy turned around and smiled evilly.
"Oh, little sister here to save the day, huh?" He laughed and dropped my brother as my rage grew. I could feel my temper that held the violence that was the stuff of legends emerging as I clutched the knife that Envy hadn't seemed to notice.
"That's big sister to you, you pathetic excuse for a fighter!" I yelled and rushed towards him, knife pointed outwards. Envy jumped out of the way, causing me to stab the wall instead of my target. I saw something dark dash out of the corner of my eye and immediately knew Pride was awake, and probably just as pissed off as I was. I saw something black knock the knife out of my hands and Envy's hands wrap around my throat and lift me into the air.
"I'll ask you again, pipsqueak." Envy growled. "Where's the Full Metal Alchemist?" He spat the last word like a curse. I saw Randy take one of my old baseball bats form when I was thirteen with a sports addiction and smack Envy over the head with it, rendering him unconscious once again. I fell to the floor with a thud and saw one of Pride's shadows lash out at my brother. I grabbed the knife, which I had fallen next to by luck, and threw it at the shadow. It hit the mark in the shadow's eye as it had taken Randy in its mouth. It screamed and disintegrated. I rushed over to the fallen Randy, whose eye were now as wide as saucers, as Pride walked over to us.
"You keep your filthy paws off my brother!" I screamed at him, tears threatening to pour from my eyes at the sight of having my brother nearly eaten. Randy regained himself as a shadow flew at me and grabbed the baseball bat again. This time he rushed at Pride with a speed I didn't know he was capable of and smacked Pride with the bat while Pride had himself distracted at now attacking me.
"Thanks for the saves." I said as Randy helped me up.
"Don't mention it." We turned to the unconscious Homunculi. "Now, but do we do with them?"
"First we should tie them up so they can't try and kill us again." I said. Randy nodded and took out some duct tape and we tapped them onto some sturdy chairs I had gotten. Afterwards, I stepped back to admire my handiwork with duct tape. I learned that day, that I was pretty awesome with tape.
"I'll admit," Randy said. "We're a pretty good team."
"Sibling power for the win!" I cheered. We both laughed until Randy spoke up.
"But the question now is, how the hell did they get here?" He said.
"And how do we send them back?" I added.
"I don't know about that part." Randy said. "I kind of don't want to send them back."
"What!" I almost yelled, but decided not to at the last second for fear of waking Either Envy or Pride. "Are you crazy? They nearly tried to kill us!"
"Look," He said. "I know this is going to sound insane, but I sent them here."
"What the hell are you talking about?" I challenged.
"Listen, I found this letter in my mail that said if I followed it's directions, it would take someone I really care about and make their life better." He explained. I sighed.
"So what you're saying is that you took a crazy mass murderer and a psycho devil child and forced them on me all because of a stupid chain letter?" I began to yell now, not caring if Envy or Pride woke up. "That is the dumbest thing you have ever done, Randy! You're lucky Bart's not here!" Bart's our dog. "I'd sick him on you in a second and finish off the rest of you with a chainsaw!"
"You know Bart wouldn't hurt me!" Randy argued. "And stop yelling or else you're gonna wake one of 'em up."
"Too late!"
