HI PEOPLE! I know I haven't updated but I'm stumped in my other story. I'm also in the middle of a ship war with Ultimateotaku8. Yeah, no quote today. I also ran out of stuff to write so far, but I know what I want to happen. And I would like cover ideas. Now you can read. I own only my oc.
The sun finally rose after hours of the rain that drowned out the sorrows of the night's events. The rural home to the Rockbells, Risembool, started to bustle with the dawn. The farmers got up at this time to make sure their crops and livestock survived the onslaught of the storm. The sheep bleated while roaming the hills, of which were now shimmering in the gentle breeze. It seemed the events of the fateful evening were now washed away by the tears hidden in the flood, along with the upturned earth and the traces of the hole.
The Rockbell residence was quiet compared to the rest of Risembool's simple morning. Winry waited for her grandmother to arrive, telling her the state of the visitor. After what seemed to be eons, the old woman finally arrived, a depressed frown plastered upon her face. Winry ran to her and waited for the news that was to come. Granny took her pipe in hand and finally gathered the strength to tell her granddaughter the truth. The moment she opened her mouth, however, a gentle yawn sounded from the silent building. Winry breathed a sigh of relief knowing her effort wasn't for not. The blonde quickly stumbled up the stairs, but before she could go any farther, Winry called down, "Thank you Granny!"
As Winry disappeared from sight, old lady Pinako repeated her usual self note, unheard by her relative, "I don't get it. That boy was dead until just a moment ago. I guess miracles do happen." She shrugged it off and wandered into the direction of the table to prepare a place for their guest to sit.
Winry finally walked into the room, her earlier doubts replaced with pure excitement. As she approached the bed, curious questions and ideas began to form in the blonde's mind. Who is this boy? Why is he injured? What is he like? And most of all would he be our next customer?
The boy sat up, startled not only by the sudden presence of an unknown girl hovering over him, but the fact her eyes shone with inquiry and energy. "Don't kill me! I didn't mean it! I can fix it!" the boy cried as he shot out of bed and fell to the floor. He noticed his left leg was in bandages and a soft layer of cloth protected where his left arm should be. Winry thought he would pass out again, but instead he glared at his missing limb with what seemed to be a mixture of shock and disgust.
Winry decided to snap her newly acquainted patient out of his trance. "Excuse me, but may I know your name?" her voice was as calm as possible, but her need for an answer still burned true in her voice.
"I'LL BE ASKING THE QUESTIONS HERE! WHERE AM I AND WHY DID YOU RIP OFF MY ARM!?" he didn't seemed to be in pain or exhaustion, just exhilarated and irritated. The blonde girl couldn't take it anymore and started to demand answers.
"Why would YOU be the one asking the questions? AND WHY DO YOU SUDDENLY ASSUME I BROKE YOUR ARM!?"
"FINE! IF YOU ARE GOING TO BE STUBBORN THEN WHY DON'T WE JUST TRADE INFORMATION!?" the boy was either quick to end the argument for some reason, or just wanted to be yelling at someone. It was the latter... "OH, AND WHILE WE'RE AT IT WHY DON"T WE JUST HAVE A TEA PARTY WITH QUEEN ELIZABETH AND FRANKENSTEIN'S MONSTER!?"
"Why would we be having a tea party!? Just tell me your name already!" Winry finally snapped, "I WAS GENEROUS ENOUGH TO DRAG YOU ALL THE WAY BACK HERE IN THE POURING RAIN AND THIS IS THE THANKS I GET!?"
The boy seemed to drop immediately to a softer tone the moment she finished. "You did that for me?" He just stared in amazement at the blonde that went to all of that trouble just to help him. "In that case, you can call me..." he seemed to ponder as if he forgot his own name, then clapped his hands as he thought of an answer, "You can call me Slasher!"
"Isn't Slasher a weird name?"
"Well, I've got hundreds of more choices if you want..."
"No! Slasher's good! So, why where you so beat up back there?"
"Don't remember..." Slasher shrugged awkwardly, then attempted to stand once again.
"That seems to be something rather important to forget! And I wouldn't try standing. Your leg is...broken..." she trailed off as he successfully stood, stretching out his only arm.
"Na, I'll be fine! But the fact that I lost an entire limb puts me three days behind schedule... Hey girl! What condition was my arm in before you cut it off?"
"How many times do I have to tell you!? I didn't cut your arm off! And It's not girl, It's Winry!"
"Nice to meet you, Whiny. Now tell me, what state was my arm in?"
Winry growled to him through her gritted teeth, "It was hanging by a few strands of skin and muscle tissue. And the my name is Winry..."
"Damn, that puts me weeks behind schedule!" Slasher started to pace around the room, his coat's tail flashing in the rising sun. "Winry, I have three things to tell you: One, where am I? Two, Do you know any alchemists. Three, I'm going to call you Whiny. Answer in that order."
"One, your in Risembool. Two, yeah I do. Three, my name is Winry, so why do you call me Whiny?"
"I call you Whiny because you need a nick name from me. Anyway, back on topic. Who do you know that are alchemists?"
"Come on Al! If we don't hurry we're gonna miss the train!" a blonde figure was waving towards the train. He dawned a red coat with a black symbol on the back. His gold eyes were made even brighter in the of his white gloves clasped the envelope and the other pointed to the train.
"Ed! I'm going as fast as I can!" Al came dashing towards his older brother. His armor glistened and he held a map in his hand. Alphonse had stopped at the nearest vendor to buy a map from him. As the two brothers squabbled in the station the whistle blew and the train started leaving the station. Al noticed the train was leaving and grabbed Edward by the collar, dragging him along until they jumped on the train.
"Thanks, Al! If you didn't notice when you did we would have had to wait for the next one!" Alphonse rubbed the back of his helmet, lightly chuckling. As the brothers stepped inside all eyes became fixated in their direction. The car was filled with 3 families, 5 businessmen(or at least looked like businessmen), a little girl, and two gentlemen at the front reading a newspaper. This was rather awkward, so Edward decided to speak before any more hesitation continued. "Sorry, that other car was full-"
Alphonse then yanked his brother into a seat and whispered, "We're in the last car. How could it be full?" Ed remained silent and tried to forget how much he made a fool of himself in front of so many people.
The sun started to set over the beautiful lake. The train was a mere addition to the already breathtaking scenery. Trees dotted the landscape as Central City was soon a speck of light in the distance. Clouds were wisps in the orange sky. All was peaceful, besides the hum of the vibrating rails and the tranquil conversations between families, most notably, brothers.
"Ed! Are you cheating again!?" Alphonse's accusation rang throughout the car like a gunshot.
"I'm tired of card games," the blonde alchemist was dodging the question, "Why can't we just teak a break?" Edward had won forty-five times in a row, despite keeping a rather well-chosen hand of cards in his sleeve. As Alphonse forcefully collected all of the deck, one of the men at the front stood. He had a brown coat and held a knife in one hand. His hat was missing and in it's place was a hairless scalp.
"All of you, hands above your head! This train has just been hijacked!" His deep voice ended with a cackle as a malevolent smirk replaced his once calm demeanor. "Hey, you!" the hijacker turned towards the brothers.
"Who, me!?" Alphonse stood, hands behind his helmet.
"Yes you! Take off your helmet or we'll kill the runt!"
Big mistake on the hijacker's part. As the burly man approached the Elrics and placed the knife to Edward's neck, the young alchemist started to growl through a hostile glare. Ed shot up right arm and grabbed the blade of the knife, then proceeded to kick the newly unarmed threat in the chin while howling, "CAN A RUNT DO THIS, BALDY!?" The hijacker was unconscious, his lip bleeding from the impact with his upper jaw.
"Big Brother!" Alphonse ran to the man's side, "You didn't have to knock him out. He might have told us something..." Alphonse sighed as the man groaned in agony. He lifted the hijacker and placed him next to a passenger. "If he wakes up, tell him not to follow us, okay?"
"Hey, Al! I'll take the top again! Keep your eye out for anyone suspicious!" Edward was already climbing out of the window; luckily the train wasn't going fast enough for an immense amount of resistance to build up. Alphonse couldn't even respond when he noticed his brother was already gone, instead he started toward the next car.
Ed had taken out guard after guard as he made his way to the engine. What seemed to be hundreds of hijackers were on the floors of cars. He was determined to get everyone to their destination safely. Everyone but the hostile forces.
Yes a cliffhanger. Please don't hate me. I know it's short but I thought it's better this way. Next time will be even longer. I want to know if any of you are happy Digimon Adventure Tri came out! YAY! And if your wanting to know about Slasher and Winry, they would never get along. Kenji doesn't really like mechanics and can regrow limbs so...Yeah they would hate each other when they weren't being kind. My cat wants me to stop typing. Sokka said hi. Till next time. And yeah, I'm going to do another chapter of my crossover before this one. Now it's till next time.