I know I haven't updated in a while! Sorry! I've been really busy with school, requests from readers, editing, and my own stories as well! I have a lot on my plate at the moment!

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The Sulfur Alchemist
Chapter Two:
Ideas Galore!

". . .And then you two showed up."

Hannah and I were both completely silent after Ed and Al's explanation of what happened. It was a little. . .Farfetched? I mean, what are the chances a pair of brothers impersonated THE FullMetal Alchemist, and then the big head honcho attacks the impersonators and the real ones?

"What if you're lying?"

I looked at Hannah, a bit surprised at her voice. What? I tune out when I think! I looked to Ed and bobbed my head up and down. "Yeah, what she said!" Hannah only glares at me, "Don't act like you know what you're doing all of a sudden."

My jaw drops. "B-but. . .!" She only rolls her eyes at me though. So cold. Then a thought struck me. It struck me like a blind man at the batting cages! Like a bird and a perfectly cleaned window! Like a. . . Like a. . .You get what I'm saying!

"Wait, what about those imposters? Where are they?"

Ed and Al's eyes widen and Al begins to panic as Ed laughs nervously. It would have been amusing, if not for the serious situation on our hands. Hannah's jaw drops as I hit my head on the table in front of me. We were all in a diner.

"You forgot them?!" I shout at Ed, jumping to my feet. Ed jumped to his also, like he'd match my height. Ha! That pipsqueak. "Well I didn't at first! But somebody came along and made me forget!" He shouts.

Now I was angry. Not as angry as I was on the train with those lunch-stealing bandits, but more angry like you'd be if a little kid kicked your chair the first time. "Well! I was just trying to save your butt!" I shout. It was pointless to wonder whether or not we had attracted attention.

Hannah was blushing from it all. "R-Riley? Let's just go save them now." She whispers to me. Al nodded in agreement, looking to his older, yet SMALLER, brother. Ed and I "humph"ed, but we left the diner together, and in one piece. Well, four pieces. . . There's four people, so. . .Four pieces.

We all got back to the building and side by side, we peaked into the window. It was a bit cramped. I squirmed uncomfortably in between Al and Ed and huffed stubbornly. In the window, was Mugiar. He was talking about something. I couldn't hear, but I knew it was probably really boring.

"OK, why don't we break in, Riley and I hide in the ceiling unnoticeably while Al and Hannah confronts the guard-"

"Uh, Ed?"

"Wait! Al and Hannah confronts the guard and then you and me attack and-"

I had started to twitch. I do that when I'm royally annoyed. Al sighed at his brother and Hannah only giggled. She took amusement at my annoyance! "Listen to me, you idiot!" He finally looks at me and I start to say, "He's never seen me before. So I'll stall him, you three sneak in and go find where the imposters are."

He stayed silent, but he and I both knew my plan was wonderfully brilliant. "Fine." He grumbles, which brings a grin to my face. I nod proudly and crawl my way to the front of the house. As I walked to the house, I think of a plan to say to Mugiar.

Getting to the door, I bite my lip nervously and ring the doorbell. As it rang loudly throughout the big mansion, I sighed and shifted my shoulders. 'Please dear God, let this work.' I think mentally, glancing upwards to the sky before looking back to the door.

The door opens and standing there was the short fat man himself! "Sir! I was just wondering. . ." I trail off, wondering what to say still.

I mentally cursed at my brain for choosing now to go blank.

"Yes, what?" He asks rudely. 'Well!' I think to myself.

"I was wondering if you'd like to subscribe to a magazine!" I shout gleefully with a wide smile. He simply glared at me and began to slam the door. In a desperate rush of hope, I shout just as the door shuts, "There's Alchemist Weekly!"

". . .Male Lifestyle? I heard the next edition is a guide to lose weight!" I shout loudly through the door. But he doesn't answer. I could hear the footsteps of him walking away.

Thinking quickly, I force choking sounds, and here the footsteps stop. I stood there a moment to see of he'd open the door, but it started to walk away again. 'Damn him!' I think before letting myself fall to the ground.

I shut my eyes tightly as I fell myself falling forward. The reason for embracing myself was evident when I hit the door with a painstaking, loud thud. I mentally cried as I heard footsteps toward the door. 'Those imposters better be frggin' saints!' Was the last thought before the door opened, causing me to fall to the ground.

For added effect, I kept my eyes open, but forced the pupils as far up as I could get them without going permanently blind. It did cause a headache though, but the more real it seemed, the better! "Sir, she needs help!" A guard shouts from beside me.

"Well, I can't let her die on my doorstep, too many people would get suspicious." Mugiar says bitterly before walking over and picking me up himself. I felt the urge to scream at the old man's touch, but held it back in my throat.

After several seconds of my head bobbing because he was walking, I was set down on a couch. I had to give the old man props, at least his furniture was comfortable.

"Tim, see what's wrong with her. I have to go research more." He says gruffly before leaving the room. My eyes close and the guard presses two fingers against the side of my neck. Still notices my heartbeat, and my calm breathing, he leaves the room.

I peak one eye open and upon seeing no one there, I open the other and start to sit up. I had a feeling the guard would return soon, so I had to hurry. I ran to the window, opening it and looking out from left to right. To the left, I saw the window we were spying in. They weren't there, which lead me to assume they got in.

"I hope they got in." I say to myself.

I lean out of the window and turn around, only to see guards standing there along with Mugiar. They were all glaring at me angrily. "Uh. . ." I pick up a magazine form the desk beside me, and smile a cheesy grin, "Magazine?"

. . .

"Chill!! Jees, what crawled up your -" Hannah growled at me and I stopped what I had said. Mugiar was dragging me to the dungeons by my arm. Quite roughly might I add!

My hands were kept together by those wooden things..

What? I don't know what they're called! Do I look like I read books on medieval weapons to torture and imprisonment in my spare time? Didn't think so.

He throws me into the small prison Hannah and the others were in, and walks off after locking it, obviously. I held my hands in front of me as I looked to Ed at my side. I then smile an innocent and simple, yet cheesy and nervous smile, and shrug. "Guess my plan kinda backfired."

Ed glared at me as Hannah shook her head exasperated. I heard a light chuckle behind me, and turned to the noise. A blonde boy about our age sat there with a younger boy that resembled him. "Who're you?" I ask bluntly.

Hannah looks to me surprised, "Fletcher and Russell? Remember? The guys we were trying to save?"

"Well sorry! It's hard keeping up with all the people we've been saving lately!" I sneak an evilly amused glance to Ed, who looked majorly irked at the comment.

I then turned to the two boys I had just met. "Well, it's nice to meet you! I'm Riley."

The older one, who by the looks I guessed was Russell, smiles a small smile at me as the younger boy, Fletcher I'm guessing, smiled wide at me. Then everything went silent.

I was bored! So so bored! I hated silence. It was worse that it was silence in, of all places, a prison cell. So, I began to rack my brains to find something.

Then I found it.

I started to click my tongue continuously, looking around the cell as I did. Ed was getting annoyed, which I found very amusing. Hey, that may sound mean, but have you SEEN this guy when he's angry?! Hilarious!

"So, have any of you figured out you can use alchemy on these babies?" I ask simply, pointing to the bars with my thumb.

Ed looks to me with a scowl. "Brilliant idea. Wonder why we didn't think of it." He says sarcastically. I scoff and look to the side.

"Well why haven't you tried?" I snap back. I knew tensions were high, but I was slightly angry too.

Hannah sits down beside me as Al watches with worry. "I can't do alchemy, Russell and Fletcher's chalk was taken from them, nobody can clap, and the floor is sand." Hannah points out.

I look around, trying to come up with something. Several ideas ran through my mind, all either too complicated or impossible. But then one came to my head.

"Hey, Han? Let me see something. . ." I say softly. I look to the wooden locks that kept Hannah's hands together, and saw the metal lock on it. I bend down slightly, and notice the metal hinges on the side of the wood.

"Don't move." I say, before bringing my finger to the hinges. The edges of the hinges were sharp, like I hoped. I rest my finger against the top of the edge, and drag it down the edge roughly. I bit my lip from the sting, but bared it.

Bringing my finger away, I noticed the blood. "What are you doing?!" Hannah exclaims, worried. I ignore her though, and walked to the wall. Pressing my bloody finger to the wall, I drew the transmutation circle. Everybody was watching as I finished and look to them.

"Really, why couldn't you figure this out?" I say jokingly to them all, before resting my hands on the circle. A couple feet into the rock wall turns to dust, flowing the floor with a layer or two of it. I smile proudly at a job well done, seeing that the bars, like I had hoped, ended were the rock had started.

And now, there was just a big gap!

Freedom!!

I walked to the end of the bars where they ended. At the bottom, a bard stood in it's spot alone, like it broke from the prison bars. I put the wooden space of my lock on a side of it, and pulled as hard as I could. The wood broke in half, and I ended up falling on my back.

I quickly drew some more blood from the same finger, which honestly hurt like crap, and drew a circle on Ed's locks. Breaking them for him, he frees his hands and then begins to break ours. Once my hands were free, I shouted, "Finally! Freedom,"

But then, I broke out in song, "Can This Freedom Heal The Pain?! Oh So Much Pain Set On Me!"

It was loud, but I didn't hear any bullies coming down! As we all slipped out the prison I started to stop. "Finally!" Ed says lowly, as we start to run upstairs. "Shh! Don't want them to hear you!" I whisper to him with a smile.

He twitches slightly, while Hannah tried not to laugh. From behind me, I could hear Russell asking Al, "Does she always do this?"

The metal noise of Al's armor shrugging was the only thing I heard in response. This only made me giggle, of course!

We got upstairs, and noticed Mugiar was in the bathroom. We hurried to the room he was researching in, and saw instantly all the red stones. "Holy. . .!" I stop mid-sentence, we were all surprised. Well, except Russell and Fletcher.

"Destroy them any way you can." Russell says. We all then begin to destroy the red evil little stones. I glanced to everybody, and saw they were so absorbed into their own thing. So, I grabbed a cup of them and clapped. Placing my hands on the cup, it's destroyed, and turned to dust.

I did this every time no one would notice, or was watching. I couldn't let them know I had no need for a circle. Not yet anyways.

After the next few minutes, we finish our job. "Let's go!" Russell says, running out of the door, making sure no one saw him. I start to leave with everyone, when I notice Ed looking back. "What?" I ask, stopping completely.

I look to what he was looking at, and see a secret door in the floor. "What do you think is down there?" I ask, walking to his side. I was growing curious, and I could tell Ed was too.

Ed begins to walk to it, and opens the door up. We both look down, but only see a rock tunnel. Ed looks in a little bit more, hanging almost up side down. "I see red water far away!" He exclaims.

My eyes widen, "The dude's got more?!" He leans back up and looks at me with a mischievous smirk. I rose a brow at his look. I was. . .scared!

"Let's blow it up." He says simply.

"What?!" I shout, jumping back, and landing on my butt in the process, "You're kidding, right?! Don't you think that's gonna catch some unwanted attention?! And the others are still in the building!"

He shrugs, "We'll do it at night." I continued to look at him like he was crazy, though.

"Why do you want to blow the place up so bad?!" I ask in a rushed whisper. This guy was starting to creep me out!

"It's the only way to stop him from making more stones." He says simply.

I shake my head at him. "There are more than one ways to skin a cat!" I shout. Now it was his turn to look at me weird.

Heh, skinning a cat. . .

I shake my head, and say, "I'm not killing Mugiar with you!"

Ed looked at me like I was an idiot, "I don't want to kill him! I just want to destroy the red water."

"By blowing it up?!" I exclaim. Not only did I not want to blow up a HOUSE!! But Mustang didn't tell me to do that! He simply said to come here and stop Mugiar. Not to KILL HIM!!

"Fine, don't help! I'll do it myself." Ed says, closing the door and leaving the room. I only sigh and leave the room as well, and we all leave the huge mansion, unseen.

I just hoped that tomorrow the mansion was still there.


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