AN: I had a nifty idea about this story. Don't know if anyone's thought of it before, but it seemed awesome in my head. Also, the OC's name is pronounced EE-ah-meer. It means 'moon', which will be of significance. When I thought up this character, I imagined Chel from El Dorado (I have no idea why). This'll follow the Manga story line.
"So he's going after the famed Fullmetal huh? That's what, six victims in only a few weeks?" Iamar asked, blowing the smoke of her cigar through the crack in the car window. Roy waved his hand, nose crunching in disgust.
"Mastodon, why are you smoking in here? Why even smoke?"
She smiled, blowing more smoke out her nose. Then she shrugged.
"It's a special occasion Roy. Everyone has met this Elric guy and his brother but me. Besides," she said, flicking the cigar out the window," you fucked my secretary on my desk last week, and she smokes like a chimney, even more now that you won't return her calls. Now you're complaining about me smoking a stogie?"
Hawkeye rolled her eyes, continuing to polish her gun. Roy didn't even flinch, just gave the usual schoolboy smile.
"It wasn't on your desk, it was in your office chair. Secondly, don't compare yourself to the women I bed unless you would like to-"
"Shut up," Iamar said, taking off her uniform jacket. Underneath the jacket, she wore a sleeveless black turtleneck. She preferred keeping her arms bare. On both arms were intricate transmutation circle tattoos that extended to cover both sides of her tanned hands. Studying alchemy under her mother, these transmutation tattoos had been part of her formal training.
Iamar was the result of a multi-cultural family, although she looked to be full blooded Ishvalan. Despite her father being an Armestrian soldier, and her mother being from an island somewhere south, she managed to inherit the looks of a long dead grandmother. Everyone who knew her as she grew up didn't mind, knowing her parents. But that was as far as the kindness extended for her, and as she grew up she learned her appearance would be the root of a lot of trouble. It only seemed to light up her desire for joining the military even more though.
The harassment upon entering the military was infuriating, more than she'd experienced at home. She quickly proved herself to be both valuable and worth respect, however. Anyone who had issue with her learned expeditiously to keep it themselves and get over it. soon into her the in the Amestris military, she cut her hair off, leaving only soft fuzz. This was both a move to save her hair the hassle of having gum and other things poured into it as well as an attempt to she herself a little time to sleep late in the morning.
She was a pretty woman, with full lips and an hourglass frame that was only hinted at when she removed her jacket.
"It's raining,"Mustang quipped and reached for her discarded jacket. She saw their target in the distance, and felt the car slowing down.
"I can move better when my arms are free."
And with that, she hopped out, followed by Riza. She paused momentarily to put the pieces together of what happened between Scar and his latest quarry, the Elric brothers.
Fullmetal's arm - presumably the one that had earned him his name - had been destroyed, and he was on the ground before the mass murderer. Alphonse, Edward's brother, was further off, but also wounded.
Or as wounded as a suit of armor could be.
She dug around in the pocket of her baggy uniform pants, grabbing and slipping on her knuckle rings. Before she could move to attack the target, Mustang ran ahead.
"He never misses an opportunity to make an ass out of himself, does he?" Iamar sighed, as she and Riza ran to follow him.
"He doesn't even realize it's raining. Armstrong is on his way. When he's distracted, take care of him. I'll buy time till the others come," Riza said, cocking her pistol.
She saw Roy slipping on his gloves. Riza leaped behind him, knocking his feet out from under him. Just as he fell back, Scar's arm flew over his gelled head.
Just missed the dumb bastard, thank God.
A car came up to the action, and Havoc, Hughes and Armstrong got out. She ran behind the humiliated Colonel.
"What was that Hawkeye?! I can handle this!" he whined, pouting on the wet ground like a child. Iamar rolled her eyes.
"It's raining, idiot!" Iamar said, nodding at Havoc. Roy seemed to think about it, then hung his head in shame and embarrassment. She grabbed Elric by the back on his shirt, pulling him backwards and away from Riza's gunfire. She popped over his shoulder.
"Edward, nice to meet you! I'm Iamar!" He looked, and she realized it wasn't exactly 'hand-shaking meet and greet' time. She laughed a little, patting his head.
"Maybe later."
Armstrong had taken over on the assault against Scar. He was using some of his most powerful alchemy against him. Which wouldn't have been an issue...if they weren't still in city limit.
"Sir! Please don't destroy too much of the city!"Havoc cried from beside Iamar. Iamar tuned them out, trying to figure out a way to take him out without doing too much damage. Even if they apprehended or killed the guy, she'd be the one who'd get a tongue-lashing if she let Armstrong tear down the neighborhood.
She watched, arms crossed and brows furrowed. Scar was obviously an Ishvalan, red eyes hiding behind sunglasses, as he spouted a bunch of crap about alchemy being an abomination. She watched him dodge Armstrong like it was nothing. Just as fast as Armstrong could send him a blow, Scar managed to evade it.
He's fast as shit. Faster than I'd woulda gave him credit for... obviously means to kill all of us...if he's looking to kill just State Alchemists, some of the strongest are here..but why just us? If this is purely religious, wouldn't he go after any alchemist he came across?
"Mastodon!"
She jumped, paying attention again.
When she tuned back in Armstrong's military coat was missing in action.
"Why did he take his shirt off?" Havoc mumbled, shaking his head. Scar glanced at the group, then stopped on her.
"An Ishvalan alchemist?" he seemed genuinely taken aback, and Armstrong stopped his attack, letting Iamar take over. She stepped over Ed, cracking her knuckles.
"I guess the same could be said for you though, right? An Ishvalan alchemist?" She stopped a short distance from him, getting into pose. He opened his mouth, then closed it again.
"An Alchemist?!" Mustang called from behind. The two still circled, but Iamar spoke up again.
"Obviously, ya old prick." She heard Mustang huff at being called 'old'."He's ripped apart all these people using the Deconstruction aspect of alchemy." She felt the vibrations of his feet moving to attack, and she pushed all of her energy into her fingertips, feeling warmth under her skin as her tattoos began to glow. Scar paused mid run, watching. She took this opportunity to pull the rainwater around them, bending it into a ball.
Moving calmly, she weaved toward Scar, shooting her hand forward, releasing the water to form a whip. It shot across and smacked him in the face, knocking him back. She brought the water back, tattoos still glowing. Behind her, she heard the heavy boots of their reinforcements.
She whipped the water full speed now, knocking Scar further and further into the alley. She looked down at the suit of armor that people often said was what remained of Alphonse Elric.
"Move, Alphonse."
She moved her hands again, shooting the water forward in little pellets, letting it engulf Scar's head. Then she weaved her arms again, lifting her hands to her chest, squeezing them shut. The tighter she squeezed, the more the water hardened, turning into a block of ice. She stepped back to silently admire her work. As she did so, she noticed Alphonse had not moved at all, and picked him up. She heard small protest, but there was no weight to him besides the armor.
She assumed, from all the rumors and descriptions of Alphonse Elric, that his soul was bound to the armor. Which impressed her exponentially, but also cause sadness swell inside her.
"No worries. I'm Iamar, I'm sorry our meeting had to go like this, but I'm pretty sure neither of us want to be shot by the firing squad." She put Alphonse by the building diagonal to the group, where he rested quietly. Edward looked, but couldn't move to him just yet. She moved past him, to stand by Armstrong.
"He won't die, I left an oxygen pocket. Should last for a few hours, at least 'til he gets to base. It'll slow him down a lot, and I doubt he'd risk blowing his own head off tryin to get the thing off him." She turned, watching as Scar tried to find a way out of the ice block and out of custody. His head moved quickly, despite the heavy ice. She raised an eyebrow at his speed, but said nothing.
"Maybe it would have been better if you killed him," Riza said, kneeling to get a clear shot in case the soldiers behind her somehow messed it up.
"Nah. I've worked my way this far up so I'd at least have the option, ya know?" She shrugged, ignoring the glances from Armstrong, Riza, and Mustang.
Mustang stepped forward, ahead of the squad and the group, turning to her.
"Can he hear me?"
"If you yell, yeah." He nodded, turning to the elusive killer. Scar had quit moving, letting his head hang down, to stare at the ground. The rain stopped, and it was silence as the men awaited Mustang's orders.
"Ishvalan! You are surrounded! You will be taken to Military Court, where you will face punishment for your crimes! I stress this: if you try anything, my men will unload their weapons into you! Do you understand?"
Scar continued to stare at the ground, although it wasn't as if he was in a position to do much else. Roy ordered his men to go apprehend him. Knowing he probably would try to fight them, Iamar moved forward to join them. He didn't move as he felt them approaching.
When they got close enough, Scar raised his hand up then brought it to the ground in the blink of an eye. There was a loud crackling as the ground gave way around them.
Iamar grabbed the hand of a soldier, threw him onto the street with the others. The other fell screaming, They were falling too fast to throw him over to the group, and the drop was quite steep. Acting quickly Iamar stomped her foot on the block of soil and concrete that remained under her feet. It stopped falling, suspended itself in midair. She bent, not moving her feet from their spot, and grabbed the other soldier.
She looked down to see ice shards, and Scar running into the darkness.
"Fuck, it's too dangerous to try and follow him down alone. He knows these sewer."
She looked at the soldier, who had wrapped himself around her glowing arm. They had dropped at least 4 feet, and hand another 5 or 6 to go before they hit sewer ground.
"We're going up, mmkay? Try not to move around too much. I need you to let my arm go, though. Get behind me." She heard Armstrong calling her name as the man moved to grab her waist. She inhaled slowly, concentrating on lifting them to safety. The noise around them faded to a buzz as Iamar slowly lifted glowing hands up, bringing their makeshift island up with it.
Higher they went, until they were above the hole, and then above the other soldiers. She looked down at Armstrong, who was preparing to pursue Scar.
"Don't follow him Armstrong. We did our best. We'll get him." He looked up at her, his blue eyes disappointed. She smiled, but didn't move her glowing hands.
"We need you alive, and we need him alive. You bought us time. We're done here for now." She looked out of the corner of her eyes to see Lieutenant Colonel peeping from around a nearby building. The soldier from behind her piped up.
"Uh, ma'am...where's he been? Also, do you mind putting us down now?" She stuck her arms out in front of her and lowered them slowly. The floating mass moved in the direction of her spread arms, towards the remnants of the sidewalk. When they reached the ground, she moved to stand in front of Hughes.
"If I remember correctly," she started, immediately moving into Hughes face," You arrived with Armstrong and Havoc. Where the hell have you been?!" He laughed, waving her inquiries off.
"I've been hiding! A normal guy like me can't afford to sit in a 'believe it or not' episode with a bunch of wackos like you guys! After all, I have a beautiful, angelic, sweet baby daughter to go home to soon and her birthd-"
"Not here Hughes!" Iamar said, cutting him off."We love Elicia too, but now's not the time." Hughes stopped talking, but waved his photo of his family in her face.
Which, to be honest, was just as bad.
Roy came up behind her, narrowing his eyes.
"You were supposed to provide back up Hughes! And you," he turned to speak into Iamar's ear,"I thought that ice would slow him down?!" She rolled her eyes, mushing Mustang's face so she could have some of her personal space back.
"It did slow him down. Obviously this guy is working with superhuman qualities we weren't aware of going into it. This is our first battle with the guy! What did you do to slow him down, fire boy? Huh?'" Roy's eye twitched, and just as he opened his mouth, Hughes spoke.
"Excuse me, but there's other stuff to do now that the fighting is over! I want sketches of this guy all over the city! A man hunt! At once!" He said, pushing his glasses up to his nose. Iamar prepared to lay into him, but Ed interrupted them.
"Alphonse!" He yelled, moving towards his brother. Iamar knew he wasn't dead, he was just resting...hopefully. Everyone turned to watch. Ed shook Alphonse, voice breaking.
"Are you alright Al? Al?"
Then Al punched the shit out of him, lightning fast. Iamar raised her eyebrow, but continued watching as the two kids began bickering. There was mention of Nina, and Iamar smiled sadly. The two had heart, and seemed to be compassionate. She moved forward when Alphonse's arm popped off, and the pair began laughing. She pulled Mustang's overcoat off of him, ignoring his protest. She moved behind Ed, threw the Colonels jacket over his shoulder and picked up Al's arm. They both looked at her, and she smiled.
"Let's go get you boys fixed up, huh?"
