Ugh...man, starting a chapter in the middle of the holidays is irritating...mabye I should just cast you all away like a moldy lunchbox......Kidding, I could never do that to you guys, you're my buddies. Now, in this chapter, I am going to introduce a few more characters. Oh, and, remember the guy Winry mentioned from her dream? Well, he's hereabout the dream doesn't mean what they see it to mean. I may give out a few morsels of plot that you can sink your teeth into. and yes, I am going to be one of the few authors who will include Katherine Elle armstrong in their stories.

Ed: They aren't wolves, retard.

Oh, shut it ya' bloody twit.

Winry: You're British?

'Ell no, I just talk like this so I won't be associated with dumbasses around here…

*is hit by a brick*

Owww….I'm sorry Dakota…now, Warrant Officer Falman, fetch me my authoring juice...

Falman: Here you go, sir.

Winry:...is that vodka?

So?

Winry: Aren't you underage?

That's why Falman got it

Winry: Isn't that illegal?

Do I have to bitchslap you?

Winry: Just start writing…

I heard rain. I heard it pounding off of the side of my house, and on the roof. I heard it splattering puddles on the ground.

I tossed the covers off, slipped out of my bed, and walked over to my door. I walked down the hallway, my feet slapping against the hardwood floor. I opened the first door that I hit, and I stepped in.

Flipping the light switch, I stepped over and started running the water in the shower. I slipped off my clothes and stepped into the freezing cold water. As soon as I did, I felt my body wake in a split second.

After a few minutes I shut off the water. I grabbed a towel from the rack and started drying myself off.

As soon as I was done, I wrapped the towel around my waist as I stepped out of the room. I walked back down the hall to my room, listening to the rhythmic pounding of the rain. I opened my door, slipped the switch for the lights and walked over to my dresser.

I opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of dark green cargo pants. I shut the drawer, opened another one, and grabbed a plain white t-shirt, and a pair of grey boxers. I shut the drawer, slipped the boxers on, tossed the towel over by my door, put the pants on, and put the shirt on. I snagged a pair of socks from the top of my dresser, and slid them on my feet. I grabbed my brown combat boots from the side of the dresser and put them on, and then tucked the bottom of my pants into them. I opened a closet door and pulled out a large leather overcoat and slung it on.

Then, I walked out of my door and down my hallway. The sound of my boots clanging against the floor resonated throughout the halls. Soon, I came upon another doorway. I opened the door, stepped in, and gazed about it. There were a few bookcases filled to the brim with many different books, a couple of bags strewn about the room, and several suits of armor in the room. I grabbed one of the bags, and started putting some books in it.

After putting about twenty books into it, I stepped out of the room, and headed down another hallway. Soon, a parlor came into view. I slung my bag over my shoulder, and opened the door outside. Just as I stepped out, a car pulled up. I flipped up my leather collar, and walked up to the car.

A man hurried out of the front seat, and opened the back door for me. I slipped into the back of the car, and the man sat back in the drivers seat. He started up the car again, and pulled away from the house.

I left my head against the window for the whole of the ride, and soon, we stopped at a fairly large building, two large stone lions on the side of a walkway up to a marble building. A large blue and gold banner draped over the side of the building, showing a rearing lion surrounded by a six pointed star, some lines behind it, others in front.

I opened the door, and stepped out into the rain. Walking up to the marble building, I was soon joined by a man many years my senior in a blue military uniform. He had a small patch over his left eye, and very short black hair. His light tan seemed misplaced in the dreary rain.

Stepping in the building, any and all of the men in military garb stood at attention for the man next to me. He raised his hand, as if embarrassed, but his humble smile never leaving his face, and everyone eased up. After a few more steps into the building, I stepped up to the secretary's desk, and he seemingly vanished, but I paid it no heed.

The woman sitting at the desk had her hair done up in a bun, a style more popular in the eastern countries. Her skin was a pasty white, and her eyes a chocolate brown. As soon as I stepped up, she handed me a small form, clearly knowing why I was here.

I snagged a pen from the counter, and filled out the form. After I handed it back to her, she looked it over, typed something into her computer, and gave me a small slip.

'Damnit,' I thought, 'where the hell is Mustang..?' I started looking around, and barely as soon as I started, I felt a hand on my arm. I turned, a boy barely younger than me stood there, wearing a light beige jacket, white shirt, and black pants. His silky black hair barely came down over his dark brown eyes.

"Vincent, my dear friend. How nice of you to show up on time for registration." he said, cheekily.

"Cut the 'nice-guy' routine, it's not gonna change the fact that I'm going to kill you for your little stunt at Christmas last year." I spat at him.

He just chuckled at me.

"Roy, give the guy a break." came a voice from behind me.

I turned to see a blonde haired woman leaning against a pillar, her hair clipped up in the back. She had a navy blue sweater on, and dark blue jeans.

Seeing the opportunity, I said, sarcastically, "Wow. Miss Hawkeye, have you finally stood up to your master?"

"Wow. The first time Vincent Samar has ever made a joke. Without being blackmailed." mocked the woman, sarcastically.

Roy smirked at her comment. "Riza, Vincent, please. No need for sarcasm. Now, what classes do you have this year, Vincent?"

I scratched the back of my head. "Uh, Alchemy IV, and Automail II."

Roy chuckled. "And the other six periods?"

I sighed. "Weaponry I, II, III, and IV"

Roy gave me an odd look. "There isn't a teacher for those classes this year. How are you taking them?"

I gave him a sly grin. "Oh, you'll find out. Sign up for it.."

And after I said that, Roy had a look that reminded me of a child looking at a bird, wondering how it does what it does. I sighed lightly, and turned toward the exit. After a second, I saw four people enter through the doors. Three young men, all blonde, with varying hair lengths and styles, and a young woman, who was clutching one of the men. And as I started walking towards them, the girl let go of the man and stopped moving. She looked around, as if she didn't know where she was, slightly scared. And then she fell over.

"God Damnit, Patrick. Where the hell is the cab?" I asked angrily. "You said it was going to be here."

Winry sighed. "Ed, c'mon, let's just walk. It's not that bad ou-" and sneezed.

"Hey, Win, you okay?" I asked. "Here, take my jacket, you look horrible." I pulled off my overcoat, and draped it around her shoulders. I sent an evil glare at Patrick. "Again. Where. The. Fuck. Is. The. Cab."

He scratched the back of his head. "I dunno, Eddy. But, I say me brother'll pick us up." Sliding his cell from his pocket, he dialed a number. "Yeah, bro'? Can ye' meet us at the train station?...Thanks bro'." then the phone was back in his pocket. "Vatty said he'll be here soon. Oh, and how chivalrous of li'l Eddy to give up his jacket for the young lass." he said, trying to provoke me.

"Ugh, Patrick...I am going to kill you when I feel better..." came from Winry. Suddenly, she stumbled a little, and I barely stopped her from falling over.

"Win, sit down." I said, helping her walk over to a surprisingly dry bench, shielded from the splattering rain. She had a tight grip on my arm.

She sneezed again, and clutched my coat around her. "Thanks Ed...Whoa...I feel...a little funny" she said, a little disoriented.

"Mabye we should take you to a doctor..." I started.

But she cut me off, "I'm not that sick, Ed...but I'd feel better if I took a little nap..." she said, sitting onto the bench, pulling me onto it, too. And as soon as I hit the bench, she laid her head on my shoulder. Already I could hear Patrick and Al snickering.

Sighing, I wrapped my arm around her, trying to keep myself warm too.

Pretty soon, I heard a car horn beeping at us. I nudged Win, but she just slept on. So, I scooped her up off the bench, and quickly ran over to the car, opened the back door, and got in. I tried sitting her up in the seat, but she just fell over into my lap. I sighed, and shifted her around so she was sitting in my lap. But she just shifted herself around, and nestled her head in my neck. Al and Patrick loaded the bags and suitcases into the trunk, and started snickering as soon as they saw me. Pat got up front, Al sat next to me.

Vato, Patrick's brother, was driving the car. "So, Pat, how's Resembool been treating ya'?" he asked, pulling away from the train station.

"It's been okay, too boring for me, really. Not enough people to scare, or even jostle, really. But the most annoying thing is Eddy and his little girlfriend back there, always arguing until their faces are so close, they're almost kissing. And then when I make a joke, I'm up to my ass in angry blondes."

Vato chuckled at the joke, and I would've tried to slug Patrick, had Winry not been sleeping on my chest. I just settled into the seat, trying not to enjoy Winry rubbing her head in the crook of my neck. I closed my eyes, trying to sleep, but I ended up taking in the scent of her hair. Peaches.

"And we have arrived at our destination; you are now free to move about the cabin."

Did I mention that Vato has an annoying sense of humour when he wants?

I shook Winry a little, causing her to groan. Her eyes cracked open, and she mumbled out, "Ed, why'd you wake me up, I was having a really…nice dream." She said, almost blushing.

"Winry-chan, Brother, c'mon. We gotta sign up for classes today. So get up, and get out." Said Al, slightly aggressive.

Winry sighed, and unlatched herself from me, opened the door, and stepped out. I followed suit, Winry latching back onto me as soon as I got out. Al and Pat got out after us. Vato said his goodbyes, and pulled away.

We were left in the pouring rain, in front of an elegant building with large marble pillars, and two stone lions on opposite sides of the walkway up to the doors. We made our way through the buckets of water splattering down upon us, and stepped into the building.

The inside was even more extravagant than the outside. Luscious plants hanging from sills, and small trees scattered throughout the large lobby, attempting, and failing to, take away from the complete business interior.

We barely made it five steps in, when Winry let go of my arm. I turned around, and she had a hazy look on her eyes. She started looking around, like she couldn't place where she was. Fear slowly crept into her face, and her eyes started darting around. And then she collapsed.

I dropped to my knees, and pulled her head onto my lap. Patrick and Al hadn't noticed right away, but a young man, with long, raven-black hair, shouted out, and ran to her side. He placed two fingers on her neck for five seconds, then placed the back of his wrist just over her mouth. After that, he placed his hand on her forehead, and swore out.

By now, Patrick was on his cell, calling an ambulance and Al was shouting for someone to grab a first aid kit. The man next to me said in a dissociated voice, "Listen, keep your lass comfy, I don't know what she's got, but I'll do what I can to keep her from dying. She's got no fever, but she's barely breathing, and her pulse is almost non-existent. Just…keep her awake, if this is anything serious, if she falls asleep, she might now wake up."

I sank down closer to her. "C'mon Win, stay awake. I'll do anything you want if you just stay awake…"

She laughed a little. "Even taking Automail?" she asked, words slurred a little.

I chuckled sadly. "Only if you take Alchemy with me."

Suddenly, I was blind-sided by paramedics; they pulled Winry onto a stretcher, and hauled her off to the van. One asked if I wanted to come along, and I said yes and followed them.

So, what do ya think? Yes, it took forever to write this, but I had school projects to do, and I have two more, so I won't be updating anytime soonPlease leave a review, and PLEASE let it have some kind of constructive-ness to it! I don't care if it flames, as long as it is a constructive flame.

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