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Drug Junkie

Chapter Uno ---1
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Disclaimer: I don't not own any FMA characters…nor do I the drugs, no matter how much I wish I did damnit

Warning: There is drug usage in this here story so if your not aware of drugs and the hazards they cause then don't read this. If you don't know what the drug is that im talking about research it…but you have been warned.

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Nothing compares to these blue and yellow and purple pills. These shrooms make me hallucinate, this vibe I just cannot take its cause of these blue and yellow and purple pills. Im at a rave, high off chronic gin and tonic demonic. Pill poppin, acid choppin, dope heavy type of guy. Blue Pills Golden seals, these kinda drugs kill.

The song played over and over again in his head. Ed sat in the dark room alone lit with nothing but a candle. He sat with half ass smile plastered across his face, and a baggie sittin right there beside him with a pipe poking out the side of his mouth. He took a puff and sat it down by the baggie. "Fuck man…nothing left but resin." He got a somewhat depressed look on his face and the turned his head to the side and glanced over in the corner of the room where the candle sat. He sighed, then he looked at his wristwatch to check the time, it was already after eleven p.m. He tried to pick his mess of a slef up but ended up stumbling over and collapsing by the candle, almost on top of it. His eyes widened but his pupils were merely specks. Blurred vision and dizzy thoughts brought him to the conclusion he was trippin. He blinked his eyes closed and then once more attempted to stand up, and with a groan he made it up. He rubbed the temples on his head and headed to the kitchen to get a glass of water. His mobility wasn't the best so he was crashing about the hallway, thrashing into pictures that were hanging on the walls, and some other random object that was on the floor. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a big white pill. "Ahh that oxycotten…" and popped it into his mouth and took a short sip of the water. He plopped himself down in the chair by the table and slunk over because he was so messed up he couldn't hold his head up. Suddenly he heard someone banging on his door, his heart rate quickened at who the voice was coming from.

"Fullmetal open up! It's the colonel and we have some suspicions about you! Don't make me kick the door down boy!"

Ed suddenly sobered up and dashed into the room he was last in and grabbed his stash under the a boken wood panel and the opened up the window and looked down. No one was in sight so he hurridly scurried down the fire escape and into the darkness of the night. He rushed into the shadows of the alley and kept attempting to run to find a safe house for where he could stay for a week until he was out of his stash. He turned back to look behind his shoulder when he found himself suddenly smacking into a squishy form. Slumping down to the ground he looked up to see what it was he ran in to and it was a human like figure that stood before him murmuring something he couldn't understand. The man bent down and looked him in the eye and then chuckled. "Look at you boy, you're a mess just as i." The man toppled over on top of Ed and then gave another odd chuckle. He rolled himself over and layed on his back as watched a bug fluttering about above his head. "So who you be? Wondering about in this alley like you are. You must be holding, after all most you youngin's are these days." Ed looked at him, for some odd reason the voice sounded so familiar to him. Could it be his long lost partner in crime Havoc?

"Im Edward…" he said his voice trailing off as his heartbeat slowed down that it wasn't someone under cover who had caught him. The man shot up form his lying down position and in the moonlight you could see the smoke from his cigarette swirling in the dark. The expression on the man's face now was slightly drunken and confused or maybe a mixture of an upset stomach from sitting up so fast. But either way this guy knew who Ed was and he obviously was happy to see him.

"Edward Elric. Yes I remember you, we caused so much trouble behind the scenes of the military. Overdosing on them pills was another of our problems too. Oh but such great times we had, we had some good kill, but I never found out what tore us apart. Its great to find you again, but may I ask what your running from?" Ed laughed at the memories he brought up. It was always like Havoc to have that damn cigarette in his mouth and always taking a puff every sentence he speaks. Old Friends united with stories to catch up on sat there in the middle of the alley like the some what brain damaged druggies they were, not the best of ideas for catching up on years worth of happenings, but it was working until they heard the foot steps of several army men carrying out their mission to find their suspect. "Well forget the questions for now…we need to run so follow me!"

It's because of the drugs I do, that causes the stupid shit I do. I was like WOAH and then the room started spinning. All because of the drugs I do, causing me to do this crazy shit. Huffing that paint, sniffing that coke, token up that cannabis, its all because of the drugs I do, the reason im this crazy foo.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: end of the first chapter  please please please be good readers and review! Ill give ya cookies if you do…

-bribes with a plate of cookie-