Thanks SoulReaperAndAlchemist97 for the suggestion, I'm using part of your idea! I'm sorry for misspells if I have them because I have a brace and it's hard to type. Umm… well I don't know what to say now so on to the story!
Disclaimer: if I don't own the horse of a different color from the Wizard Of Oz then I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist.
I peered around the doorway and looked into the normal sized room. I saw cages on the ground with chimeras in them. A fat man sitting on the ground, he was wearing a black jumpsuit and was bald; I couldn't see his face because he was facing a chimera in a cage. A woman leaning against his back and she was wearing a tight, black, sleeveless dress. I stared at her black stilettos, admiring them because I was jealous. I looked down at my ugly, shiny, black military boots and sighed.
I shook my head to snap out of my thoughts. I saw her and the fat man move closer to the door. I turned myself around, throwing myself into the wall and closed my eyes hoping they wouldn't come out. I didn't move my body but I peeked around the corner. I studied the woman for a moment, it was Solarous! What should I do say 'hello' and act like nothing was wrong? I walked into the room, still nervous. "Hi, Solarous." I said in the calmest way I could.
Solarous looked over at me and glared. She shot her nails at me puncturing my stomach, skimming my right cheek and the left side of my waist. I was pinned up against the wall. A man with green, spiky hair, violate eyes, wearing a black skort, black crop top and headband walked up to me. "So, you heard our plans, huh?" he asked in a harsh tone with a tint of feminine.
"N-no." I stuttered. That was the truth, I didn't bother listening. Solarous released me and I fell on my hands and knees.
"You're free to go." Solarous informed me. I opened my mouth just about to say something when she cut me off. "But if you tell anyone we'll kill," She paused and slyly smiled "Jean." My eyes widened and I could tell I had a scared look on my face.
"No!" I yelled "Kill me, not him!" I felt warm tears roll down my cheeks. The man with green hair kicked my head, sending me to the ground. I turned on my back and glared at him. "That hurt damnit!" I yelled at him. He's an ass.
"Leave." he growled back. I picked myself up and ran out the room to Roy's office.
I opened the door to Roy's office to see him, and only him, sitting at his desk. I walked up to him and he looked up from his paperwork. "Lieutenants Mayumi Akamatsu, where have you been?" Roy asked as he set down his gold pen gently.
"If I told you sir both of our lives would be in danger." I informed him. I cant tell him then Jean, Roy and I will be killed. He looked confused and I felt more warm tears roll down my cheek. Roy stood up to comfort me but stopped when he saw the cut on my cheek. He licked his thumb and rubbed the cut gently, EW. Then stopped again when he saw the blood on my jacket. I removed the jacket revealing my sky blue, long sleeve, dress shirt. He slowly untucked my shirt and pulled it up to the end of my ribcage. (If he went any higher then this would be rated M)
"Mayumi, this hole goes all the way through you." Roy gasped. Roy motioned to the tan couch and I sat down. He walked back to his desk, picked up the phone with gold buttons on it and dialed a number. "Hello, I need a doctor to be sent up to my office." Roy ordered. I heard someone reply but I couldn't clearly hear what they said. Roy hung up the phone, got up and sat next to me.
"Sir, nothing is wrong." I assured him. He gave me the 'ya right' face and I smiled weakly. I leaned back against the couch, put my hands behind my head, closed my eyes and sighed. I heard the door open and I opened my left eye to see who it was. A doctor with a black, bob hair cut, green eyes and wearing a white dress that went down to her knees and short sleeves came in the room holding a small brown briefcase. Her eyes widened when she looked at me.
"Stand up and I'll put bandages on you." She bent down, opened the briefcase and pulled out a roll of white bandages. I stood up and sighed. "Arms up!" she smiled.
"Ya, ya I know the drill." I grumbled as I lifted my arms up. I know because I have been shot tons of times and this is just like being shot. Geez, she should know by my medical record that I have been shot before. She wrapped the bandage around my stomach, over the bloody hole. She bent down and unwrapped a small bandage from the briefcase and stood back up. I turned my face and she placed the bandage on my cut.
Whadaya think? If you have any suggestions, pointers, stuff like that please comment! I did good in the brace !