Chapter 2: Crash
The small plane whizzed through the sky and Alphonse was impressed at how easy it was to fly this contraption. Occasionally he would look back at the two sitting behind him and smile. As time passed, the sky grew suddenly dark and thick, grey clouds swarmed the air. Hard specks of ice hit the windshield, little bits at first but Al began to worry. He didn't know and wouldn't know how to land this thing when the time came and that time would probably be soon. More ice hit the windshield and turn into a fully escalated hail and slush storm, slowly turning into a blizzard. The blonde man took better grip of the steering and tried to keep the plane steady since the wind was knocking it around like a toy.
Tremors rumbled through the machine and the engine buzzed, creating a terrible noise. In a matter of minutes a large shadow appeared and the three squinted to see what it was. The eerie shape of a mountain came into view and they screamed as Al pulled the plane up, successfully dodging it until more cliffs and rocky terrain showed up. The magical flying machine was not doing well in the weather. Without really thinking about it Roy gripped his Lieutenant's hand tightly as the engine roared and started smoking. Large bangs echoed across the sky and into the cockpit, Al was trembling for one wrong move and it could be over for all three of them.
Riza stood up, Roy following suit and they came behind Al, gripping his chair tightly. A beeping sound came from one of the touch screens with bold bright green letters flashed 'Tank Extremely Low'. The plane stalled and they started to go down, the words 'Malfunction' rang out in a mechanical voice as the plane made a spiral torpedo heading towards the snowy earth. "Hold on!" The Colonel put his hand on Al's shoulder and put an arm around Riza as the plane crashed into the earth roughly jolting them all. Roy and Riza flew back and Al's head snapped back a little bit, knocking the three out cold.
Al was the first to wake up after about three minutes and somehow managed to crawl out of the mechanical wreck. God how his neck hurt, and his back ached too, he must have snapped that too. "Ah damn." Al said, "How am I still alive, wait… where are the others?" He looked around only to see billowing heaps of smoke rising from the wreckage. Roy coughed and his head immediately was met with pain. Lifting a gloved hand he felt a large bump through his raven hair. Onyx eyes opened and peered at his surroundings, smoke and wet slush covered the inside of the plane, glass was all over, in fact some of it had cut him. He felt blood and sweat trickle down his face from a cut in his cheek, his back hurt and he tried to lift himself up.
Only to find something on his legs. Riza was laying on them, bleeding from a gash in her head and her ankle was twisted at an odd angle. "L-Lieutenant…" Roy slowly moved his arms to get her, the beeping continued from the now broken screen, and fire was burning from the engines. As he got to his Lieutenant he noticed what little gas was left in the tank had spilled out and the fire was now quickly spreading. "Shit." Putting her arm around his neck he got her to a kneeling position, his back shot a shockwave of pain and he almost couldn't stand. Fire grew more hastily and began to melt the snow.
"Colonel!" At the sound of the voice, Roy's eyes flicked around to the entrance with Al's head sticking out of it. The blonde man motioned for him to come this way, all he had to do was crawl with an unconscious Riza over to Al. Trying his absolute best the colonel tried to slide across the glass covered floor, but it was too difficult to carry Riza. So in efforts to at least save her, Roy got close enough to slide her over to Al, who took her out of the wreckage and then held out a and for Roy who gladly took it. Once out, the three, well two and an unconscious Riza sprinted at least a few yards away from the plane. One last bang from the engine and the roar of the fire, then a loud explosion and the plane was nothing but fire. Both Al and Roy supported Riza and turned to look at their surroundings. "Where exactly are we?" The raven haired man looked at Al, the blonde man took out a map from his pocket, which he had gotten from the plane earlier. Golden eyes searched the paper that flapped in the wind, looking up to the mountain tops he said in a calm voice, "The North."