Solf J. Kimbley, the Crimson Alchemist, a name feared by society as the man who went insane in Ishval, but helped end the war, then turned and killed a few fellow soldiers when they tried to end his path of destruction. He was the man avenging death when he was to be executed and somehow made an escape, and again in Laboratory 5. He was a man no one could manage nor destroy.
"What are you waiting for, Kimbley? Blow her face off already." Greed demanded, scratching the back of his head in planning his next move once this officer was out of the way. Kimbley's hand was inches away from the woman officer's glaring face, her gray eyes penetrating into his while she waited for the end. Go on, Kimbley. What kind of threat am I to you? I'm ready to die. Do it, she screamed at him in her head. What was taking so long? Kimbley's hand suddenly pulled away.
"Hell, Dorochet, why don't you take the honor?" Dorochet blinked in confusion. "What? But you love doing this stuff." Kimbley shrugged. "I'm not into doing this one. Why don't you just get it over with? Martel, maybe?" There was just enough time for Martel to put on a confused face similar to Dorochet's before the officer grabbed her pistol and began firing at Kimbley.
Greed shoved Kimbley aside, taking the shots, and his skin quickly regenerated. The officer stood and took a step back in shock of the sight, firing a few more shots, trying to get a slice on Martel or Dorochet, but Greed deflected the shots using a portion his Ultimate Shield. Greed then shoved Kimbley at the officer, his alchemically-charged hands brushing past her arm, searing the sleeve of the uniform in an instant and exploding a good seven five circle of flesh down almost to the bone.
Falling the knees and letting out a scream of agony, the furious officer watched the seven wanted criminals make a run for it. The last thing that officer saw before they disappeared was the look of horror on Kimbley's face before Greed dragged him back into the midst of the forest.
"My word, what happened to you?" the nurse shrieked upon the arrival of the lady officer. "A run-in with Solf Kimbley. I could do with some painkillers, miss." she retorted through clenched teeth. The sensation of flesh burning nearly to the bone was a sensation she would strongly prefer not having to cope with. "Oh! Yes, of course! Please sit, and we'll have you drugged and the wound cleaned." the nurse told her as she pulled a wheelchair out from behind the counter. The woman officer nodded and took her seat, soon to be wheeled away to a separate room.
"The cleaning will be painful if we don't give you morphine first." the nurse murmured as she placed the sticky material around the needle in her arm to keep it in place while she inj1ected the drugs. After just a few moments, the lady officer sighed in relief as the morphine took it's course to numb the whole arm. The nurse nodded and carefully picked up the injured arm and dosed it with water before spreading some kind of medicated cream onto the wound. Once it was done, she carefully wrapped two layers of bandage around the burn.
"The skin around the worst of it will have second to third degree burns, and your arm will need a long time and perhaps an operation in order to heal. Until it is all said and done, you won't see any action, miss. For the records, may I have your name?" "Second Lieutenant Sophia Morst," she breathed and closed her eyes. She was going to miss work.
She was able to go home that evening, but had to check in every other morning. After test results came back, Sophia was relieved that the burns had stayed to a second degree; it meant that she could resume work with only scars, but it entailed that the scars would be nasty ones. After only her second check-in, however, something terrible happened.
There was a raid at HQ, and apparently it was Kimbley an his gang. The hospital attached to the building went up in flames... and Sophia was there to witness it all. Sitting up straight in her bed, she got out of the sheets just as a medical cabinet came crashing down on top of her, the back of it beginning to catch fire. Pushing the giant object off of her, she caught sight of a small child looking around in horror. Acting quickly, she took the child patient in her arms and ran toward the front door of the hospital, fire engulfing her surroundings and threatening to burn both her and the sobbing child to charcoal. In the mess, Sophia's bandages were singed and soon caught fire, so she had to rip the material from around her arm and cover the exposed wound with her hand.
With the door caught fire, Sophia punched a hole in a window and, holding the child close, jumped out, glass cutting deep into her arms and her fist too many times to count. Sophia sprinted out of the burning building and was able to give the child back to his mother before launching into motion again to check on Head Quarters.
The building was labeled too dangerous to enter- no surprise by looking at the dis-configured heap. Running alongside it, Sophia moved as fast as she could to the back of the building. It was her duty to see her fellow soldiers' safety, and she knew there would be another way out on the opposite side of the building, so if she could just get to it, she may be able to help some escape the scene.
Suddenly, a portion of the wall exploded right before Sophia's eyes, and she was knocked backwards and just barely into the trees behind her. She knew that reaction all too well- it was Kimbley's work. Sophia could only do so much as to crawl behind a thick tree while Greed, Kimbley, and some other figures walked out of the smoke.
Trying her best not to cough, Sophia checked herself over for wounds. From the explosion, some traces of skin were gone, leaving a red tissue to show underneath on her face and hands, her coat also taking part in the explosion, and also receiving slices in the jump through the window. Pulling glass shards from her arms, she realized that she was losing quite a bit of blood. Looking back on her trail here, she spotted traces of blood drops leading to her current hiding place.
She cursed under her breath and tried to make out what the criminals behind her were discussing, but it was blurry. That's when she realized what could have happened when that whole cabinet, filled with folders and a number of solid and heavy objects; a minor concussion, maybe? It would make since- the world was getting blurry fast, and it was hard to keep her head up. Her eyelids seem to gain a few pounds, and after many tempting offers, she finally closed her eyes and turned a blind eye to the entire situation elapsing behind her.
The last thing she thought was, Whoever finds me is going to be awful confused, considering there's no entrance on this side of the building... She vaguely heard a voice say behind her, "Go on ahead. I need to check something." right before the darkness engulfed her.
Sophia slowly rose from unconsciousness what couldn't have been more than seven minutes later, contrary to what she'd previously thought. However, when she did wake, she thought she still had to be trapped in some strange dream, because the scene in front of her was simply too out of place to be real. It was Solf J. Kimbley, kneeling in front of her, with her propped up to be sitting and leaning back on a tree.
Following his gaze, she found him to be wrapping a bandage he must have taken from the hospital around her burned arm. Looking to her left, Sophia soon saw that he'd done the same to her other arm, where she had been badly cut. She hadn't the strength to resist.
"What on Earth... are you doing?" she questioned warily, but in a tired voice. "Covering up a mistake," was Kimbley's response. "Why? Why didn't you kill me before?" she inquired. It was a question that had been troubling her for the longest time. He'd killed men, women, children, even his comrades and higher-ups, so why not her?
"You remind me of someone else I know. Besides, if I blew your pretty face up, then I wouldn't be able to look at it anymore, now wouldn't that be upsetting?" Sophia blinked in confusion. I suppose if I had accidentally shot someone who reminded me of my sister or something, maybe I'd look back at them in horror as well, she considered as she watched him finish up the bandage. He then stood up, tossed the roll of bandages and caught it again.
"I think I'll be keeping this, just in case you get yourself nearly killed again." Sophia glared at him. "You do know you're responsible for all of this, right?" she retorted, putting a hand on her wounded arm, just to remind him. Kimbley's cocky grin disappeared just before he did.
Kimbley's POV~~
In the Devil's Nest, I kinda lost track of Martel and Greed- probably in some other room. Whatever. "Something up, Kimbley?" I heard Dorochet's voice call from behind a counter. He was probably grabbing a beer.
"Could you kill your sister?" I asked lamely, sitting on a barrel and staring at a poster. "What? Of course not!" "Even if she was trying to kill you?" I inquired. There was a moment's silence. "There's no time to think in a battlefield, Dorochet. You gonna kill her or not?" I remarked, turning to see him glaring at the counter in concentration. "No. I wouldn't. No way," he answered in chopped sentences. I smirked.
"Really? Even if the boss ordered you to?" "I couldn't kill my sister if I wanted to. Not a chance. I'd find a way out of it." Great. If he sees me like this he'll tell the boss I'm going soft. I stared him in the eye with an evil look. "Well that's touching. The softening Dorochet has a weakness." Dorochet pounded his fist on the table. "That's not true! I just couldn't kill my family!" I stood up, casually sliding my hands in my pockets and starting to head out. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." I took a stroll outside.
The air was crisp, suiting the cool Fall evening. Tilting my hat to hide my face, I watched people hurriedly crossing the streets of the deserted town, all heading for their own warm homes. And what about me?Where am I headed? I thought tiredly. Taking a seat on the outside portion of a restaurant, my thoughts strayed to Boss. I saw him head to his room early, and everyone knows the Boss. Geez Boss, you said you wanted it all, but you'd go as far as to use Martel? You desperate? That's when another thought hit me. My eyes widened at the realization that should have come to me long ago.
Boss really wanted it all, and that meant all. Everything. But that means that he likes soft things, too. Martel's soft- when she's not trying to kill me. Oh well- it adds excitement to the day. Apart from that... Martel really likes Greed, because she sees more than his greed. I'm an insane mass-murderer. How could anyone see past that? Hold it. You're not jealous, of that, are you? I smirked. I dunno.
It was starting to rain. I looked up at the clouds with a glare. "Whatever's out there, you should know I'm mad. When I'm mad, I explode things. Lottsa things. You should also know... that explosions aren't so satisfying when the rain is wearing them down. You wouldn't want me blowing up this whole city trying to satisfy myself, would you?" I muttered at the clouds. As if on cue, the rain came to a halt, but I still glared at the sky. Threatening things and people weren't going to get me out of this mess.
"Mister, you should pack it up." Just what I needed, sir, now I wanna explode you as well. But when I looked at the circles on my hands, I found myself jumping over the gate and heading back to the Nest without another word.
It was really late now, nearly midnight. Since I always just crash in the corner of Greed's room, I opened the door. However... all I saw in there... Martel and Greed were, well, I don't know how to put it. One of them was on top of the other one, and both seem to be having a pretty good time. I just closed my eyes without taking another step inside that now-cursed room. They hadn't noticed I'd walked in, so there was no pause in the action.
"If I want any sleep tonight, I'll be in the living room." I murmured into the room on my way back to the couch. I'd barely sat down before both Greed and Martel walked out, both with pretty big smiles. "Had fun?" I asked casually, lifting the pillow that was placed on my face. Martel was stretching an arm across her torso, and Greed had one arm on each of her shoulders, one accompanied by his head. His eyes were closed, but his smile never fading.
After just a moment's silence, Martel turned her head to Greed's, leaning her forehead on the side of his. "You know, Greed, I have to sleep sometime," she murmured. Standing back up, Greed replied casually, "Guess so. Wouldn't want you wasted." before they disappeared again. Muttering something dirty about idiots, I took nearly an hour to fade into sleep.