AN: Hey ppl! just thought i'd show my fangirlness by making a songfic for FMA while listening to "I'm The Type Of Person to take it Personal" by one of my favorite bands. look it up!
To him, it was just another day, just another murder on the news, just another crash by the supermarket, just another kidnapping at the mall. It didn't matter; none of it ever happened to Ed, none of it ever could.
It all started with a trip to the bank, just another rude teller, just another kid crying for a lollipop, just another stupid guy…
With a gun.
Ed blinked once. Twice.
Even after the third time, it was still there, still pointed directly to his head.
"Nobody make a move!"
Everybody froze. A knife stabbing through the teller's hand stopped him from reaching the emergency help button. A man, whose eyes were hidden behind sunglasses, grinned, still holding the shining object.
The one holding Ed stepped to the middle of the room, amethyst eyes glinting. "Everybody on the ground!"
In a split second, Ed felt taller than he had in years. The people around him dropped to the ground in a human wave of fear. The one holding him grinned maniacally, obviously enjoying this little game he had decided to play with their lives.
A woman came out from a door in the back, her black hair flowing behind and her sin-red lips curved into a cruel smile. She held a magnum up to the roof and pulled the trigger, deafening the room. "Let me see your hands!" dozens of pairs of hands shot up.
The teller had passed out from pain when the man in the glasses slid out his knife. "Bring the camera's out!" two men, guards, Ed guessed, where seen taking the cameras down and placing them in the center of the room.
Ed felt lips move beside his ear. "You'd better use your head, before we take it off your shoulders."
Any minute…