AN: Hi, A Little Lost 1 here. This is the first time I've posted on this site in a while, but I really like this crossover and think it needs more love. I hope you ll review and send me ideas. Hope you enjoy the prologue.
The world shook and shuddered as the men appeared in the building and the standoff that had been taking place in front of them stopped as well. The men blinked and stared around wildly, eyes locking on the odd group in front of them.
"Who the hell…"The blonde whose standoff had been interrupted stared in confusion at the four men who had appeared in a brilliant white light moments before he had been gearing up to fight the ones that had killed the Slicer brothers.
"Which one is it?" The tall male with the deteriorating face asked, eyes locked on Ed.
"The short one." Answered the man on the far left.
"Who the hell are you calling short, Asshole!" Edward hissed, stepping slowly away from the wall in a casual gesture which also put him from farther away from the Palm Tree and bitch.
Palm Tree glanced at Ed with surprise, "Pipsqueak must be really hurt if he's not yelling at someone calling him short."
The short teen bared his teeth and the men on the other side of the room were surprised at the ferocity with which his brilliantly golden eyes shone. Two of them were even contemplating whether or not he was human.
"Fuck off," He growled dangerously, "Who the fuck are you anyway, killing the Slicer brothers."
"Is Pipsqueak your name, than, boy?" The man to the far left spoke again, prompting the group of three opposite to the interrupters to stare at him incredulously.
"Are you a fucking idiot?" Ed snorted, trying to cover his weakness as his vision blurred and the hand clutched to his stab wound tightened slightly.
The man standing next to Far Left, as Ed had dubbed him, laughed aloud and the Moose next to him glanced at the men on either side of them nervously. Far Left's face tightened and Gangrene's eyes shone with amusement and realization. Throughout this, Ed was inching his way slightly in front of Palm Tree and Bitch.
"What is your name, then?" Far Left asked tightly.
Ed's eyes shone in challenge, "I believe I asked you first."
Gangrene smiled and Ed understood on an instinctual level the danger that lurked behind those pearly white teeth. These instincts had saved the Alchemist's life on many an occasion and he began to reconsider his plan when he saw the danger in eyes that were chilled to the soul.
But he didn't have any choice and when he noticed his opening, he took it by driving his leg backward into Palm Tree's stomach, sending him flying, and running at the other group in a zig zag pattern to avoid the spear like appendages of Bitch woman. He didn't know what bitch and Palm Tree wanted with him, but he would take his chances with running toward the exit.
"Run!", He yelped at the startled group as he passed them and the entire building shook with an explosion.
His vision blurred as he ran with every bit of strength he had left in his failing body. He couldn't die here in this place. He had a job to do, a brother to save. This thought sent adrenaline rushing back through him and the temporary burst of strength gave him everything he needed to run just a little bit faster than the mysterious men behind him.
"Kid's fast!" A new voice spoke behind him and his hands clenched slightly at the name, but he didn't dare to turn back to curse at the one who had spoken. He couldn't die here.
The building shook all around them and debris started to hinder progress. Edward glanced to his hands in frustration. Fuck, he couldn't use alchemy because only one of his arms worked. If a piece of debris fell and blocked their way, they would be dead.
Suddenly, the blood loss caught up to him and his steps faltered as his strength left him. His body collapsed and he lay face down on the ground, consciousness wavering uncertainly and heart beat slowing. Feet skidded to a stop around him as he struggled to sit up again through the pain and dizziness. He couldn't die here.
"Hey, are you OK?" The newest voice was gentle, reminding him somehow of Al.
Ed chose not to speak, because it was an obvious answer considering the amount of blood covering him. Instead, he slowly sat up and struggled to stand. He got his legs under him, but fell back to his knees shortly afterward.
"Dammit, we don't have time for this!" Suddenly strong arms had the short boy in a bridal style hold and they were running again.
Ed's face scrunched in pain at the jostling of his wounds, but he took this time to examine the man carrying him. Green eyes, the shortest of his group, and when the man glanced down at him, he saw it. He was scarred and scared and oh so tired, but he was still moving. This man was the epitome of humanity and Ed felt the beginnings of respect stir in him.
"Which way, kid?", Green Eyes asked.
Ed examined their surroundings and relief flooded through him. "We should be nearing the exit to the right."
The group took the next hall way and sure enough, the exit was straight ahead. They heard a slight commotion outside as they neared the doors and Ed recognized the sound of his brother's voice.
"Brother's still in there!" The desperate rings in his voice made Ed wince.
"The Major is?!" The startled voice of Ltn. Ross reached his ears and he swore. I guess they know we snuck out now.
Bright moon light blinded them as they burst through the doors and Ed smiled to it in greeting. This wasn't the first time he had run from a collapsing building, but it was the first time he'd felt like he was still there when he'd gotten out.
"Brother!" The arms carrying him tensed as Al's red glowing eyes peered at them from the dusty light and Ed gave a mental shrug. The fear was usually there the first time someone saw Al.
The collapsing building behind them reminded Ed of where they were and he scowled at his fool of a brother.
"What the hell are you still doing here?" He yelled at his brother and Ross, "Run!"
Even though the yell took it out of him, it reminded everyone else of where they currently were. He grimaced as the man holding him took off again and ran past a relieved Al. The clanking footsteps of Al's armor let Ed know his younger brother had snapped out of his shock and begun to follow them.
"What happened, Brother," Al's young sounding voice pierced through the descending fog in his brain, "Are you hurt?"
'"I'll be fine once I get to a hospital."
"A hospital!"
"It's only a stab wound."
"Brother!"
"Honestly," Ed's voice faded and his head lolled back, "It's only a little blood…"
The last thing he heard before he passed out was Al's voice.
"Brother!"