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The sand storm was heavier than usual, making it hard for the military to continue their mission in Ishval. The garment the soldiers had on did nothing to help them from getting sand into their eyes and mouth.
Some were glad as the terrible condition will give them an excuse to stop the manslaughter temporarily. They were sick of it. Sick of taking the lives of the innocent Ishvalans. Quietly, some of the soldiers prayed that the Ishvalian will make good use of this opportunity and make an escape before the war begins.
However, one soldier just could not get enough of it. One man simply finds it entertaining to see the fear in the eyes of the Ishvalan before he blast them to death. A crazy man.
The Crimson Alchemist, Zolf J. Kimbley.
Amidst the sandstorm, he wondered around Ishval to look for his next victim. His path was free of any human being.
'What a boring day,' he thought.
Just as he was about to turn around and head back to the camp for lunch, he caught glance of something moving inside of a half destroyed house. A smile crept on Kimbley's face.
He paced towards the figure. He could tell that the person was shaking in fear.
"Good day to you, sir." Kimbley said, still grinning, "I believe it i\was fated that we are going to meet today."
The person did not say anything in reply.
"Oh, don't be scared," He chuckled. "I'm just trying to find some entertainment for myself."
There was still no response from his victim. No cry for sympathy or attempts to escape.
"Go on and scream for help a little. You don't wanna just crawl there like a rock. If you beg to me, I might be kind enough to let you escape the torture and have a fast, painless death." The Crimson Alchemist said, hoping for a response.
Kimbley stared at the person clad in a dark blue self-knitted fabric.
"Well, if you are not gonna do anything," Kimbley, who was getting annoyed, harshly pulled away the cover, "Then at least let me look at your little sorry face as I.."
Silence. The cruel Crimson Alchemist found himself at a loss of words as he looked down on his victim. He did not know what exactly was he feeling or thinking as he watch the poor Ishvalan crying in fear.
'What's going on? What the fuck is wrong with me?!' he cursed himself.
The red eyes confirmed that his victim was an Ishavalan, though her skin is fair. Not that it would matter to Kimbley even if she was not an Ishvalan. He just loves to kill. But there was something about her which caused him to hesitate about his action.
'Snap out of it! Just get this done and over with!' the cold-blooded alchemist commanded himself.
"Any last word?" Kimbley asked.
The lady kept quiet but her hand trailed into her pocket and pulled out a little sack. "Please," she said "Give this to my brother. He needs them."
Kimbley stared at the young lady. He sighed. "But don't you think I'll kill him if I ever go and meet him?"
The victim lowered her head. "But he is just a little boy.." her voice trailed off.
"That does not matter to me. I'll kill anyone, anywhere at anytime. I'm not like the other fella in the military who has sympathy. I guess that's why they call me the cold-blooded Crimson Alchemist."
Hearing her prey's name caused the victim's eyes to widen. She has heard of him. He was the person who killed her neighbour and her cousins. She was scared but she knew she was not capable of fighting back. She felt hopeless.
The sight of the petite young lady being in fear did not seem to please Kimbley the way other fear-stricken faces do. He cursed himself as he turned around and took a few steps away from his victim. "I'll let you go on one condition."
The young lady was surprised. She heard a lot about him. So many dreadful things but none says anything positive about him. However, she knew that she could not feel safe yet. One condition coming from his mouth could be something that will cause her a lifetime of torment. She was almost sure of it. Her prey was, after all, the notorious Crimson Alchemist.
"I'll let you go," He stopped for a bit before continuing his sentence. "But tomorrow morning, at dawn, you must come and meet me here. And do not bring anyone with you." He turned back around to look at the lady.
The lady did not question his request. It was good enough for her. At least her little brother would not be involved in it. She nodded.
"I'm getting very hungry so you can go now."
His victim looked a bit startled.
"I mean it. You betta hurry up and get going before I change my mind."
The lady quickly got up.
"Wait just another second." Kimbley suddenly spoke, causing the lady to freeze on her trail. "For identification purpose," He said, "Do tell me your name?"
"Isabel." She said with a low voice before quickly making her way back to her camp.
I think I should stop here. I will continue the second part soon.
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