GUYS YOU SHOULD READ THIS. This will be my last chapter IF I don't get any reviews. I'm getting a bunch of favorites and follows, but no reviews. Except from my buddy. But she doesn't count. Sorry. xD SERIOUSLY REVIEW OR THIS IS IT.
*~Ruby
The four climbed out of the tunnel, surveying the area before them.
"...Wow. It's so much more...different than I thought." Ed commented, blinking as if he was trying to believe he was actually there. The country was nothing like Edward expected. The land was relatively green, with a thriving town with small, at most three story buildings.
Envy snorted, folding his arms as he kicked the door closed.
"What did you expect? Dungeons and Dragons?"
"Unicorns and rainbows?" Al added, snickering.
"Calm down boys, we have to get going. Al, hold on to the key for me, I'm afraid I'll forget it somewhere." Trisha dropped the keys into the younger boy's hands, smiling as she dusted her hands on her apron. She started walking toward a dirtier part of town.
"Mom, why are we going this way? All the jewelry stores are that way!" Al pointed to his right, the opposite in which his mother was going.
"Because, honey. What I'm looking for isn't over there."
"What is it you're looking for?"
"Something that will keep you three safe." She responded softly, gripping her cloth sack tightly.
"But what about you ma?" She once again avoided the question, approaching a filthy looking man.
"Incarnate, zero, three, tango, mocha." The man narrowed his eyebrows, but nodded and led them down an alley all the same."What might a pretty lady like you be looking for?"
"I'm looking for Diego. He is said to have what I am looking for."
"And what is it you're looking for?" The man lit up a cigarette, grinning like a madman.
"Credentials."
The man's smirk receded, a frown taking it's place.
"Dangerous thing you're looking for, lady. The name's Jerri. C'mon, I'll take you to the boss." He pushed away a dumpster, revealing a small trapdoor. "Follow me. Carefully."
The brothers looked at each other warily, but went with their mother with conformity.
"I don't like the looks of this." Ed hissed under his breath. "It looks too much like a gang hideout."
"Who's to say it isn't?" Envy countered, smirking.
"Boys." Trisha warned, her eyes stern. "Quiet."
Jerri led them down, the damp walls giving off a moldy smell. Once inside, they could see carpeted...everything. There were poker games going on, as well as pool, and smoke was everywhere. The filthy men even had the nerve to stare at Trisha, but warded off by the threatening glares the trio of boys gave them. Finally, they made it to a private room, a tall, but skinny, man sat in a velvety chair smoking a cigar.
"Eh, Boss. The lady here wants credentials."
"Say what now? Na' why'd a pretty young thing like you want something like that? Tryin' to get outta the country?"
Trisha gripped the bag once again, trying to calm herself. The smoke exposure wasn't helping.
"I'm not from Aeurgo. We're from Risembool."
The boss raised his eyebrows, snubbing the cigar."The only surviving independent village in that dump of Amestris, huh? A'ight. How many sets ya want, then?" The man grinned menacingly. "And more importantly, what have you got to offer?"
Trisha set the bundle on the desk, the sides falling to reveal four verylarge diamonds, three emeralds, and two blood-red rubies the size of tangerines. Diego whistled appreciatively.
"Where'd you get these?"
"Family heirlooms." She had finally calmed her breathing, adopting a dignified look. "The documents?"
"Yeah yeah. Jerri? Get'm four."
"Got it boss." Jerri wandered off into what they assumed was a records room. Minutes later, he returned, handing them the files.
"Here y'are. I'll see ya to the front."
Edward stared mistrustfully at him, but followed all the same. Exiting the alley, the small family heard screams, and violent gunshots.
"Boys!" Trisha yelled, shooing them. "We have to get back to the entrance! Go!" She pushed them ahead, sprinting. No sooner had they heard her scream.
"Mom!" Al yelled, rushing back to her side. "No! Mom!"
"R...run!" Trisha had been shot in the chest twice, blood oozing out. "Take the documents...and run..." She passed out, soon to be dead if not taken care of.
"Al! C'mon, we have to go!" Envy screamed.
"Hold it right there! Amestrians!" The trio turned to find a line of Amestrian mafia soldiers lined up, pointed to shoot. "How did you escape?!"
"Why you-"
"Ed, don't." Envy stopped him. "They'll shoot before you have the chance to hit the ground."
"I asked you a question!" The blue-clad man once again yelled. "Where did you-" He suddenly screamed as flames licked the men, shriveling most of them to bones.
"What the hell?"
"Are you alright?" A boy, no older than eighteen, came running up to them, panting. His onyx hair was matted with dirt and sweat, and after looking more closely, Ed noticed his eyes were just as black.
"Who are you?"
"No time for that. We have to get out of here, and get that lady-"
"She my mother.." Ed interrupted.
"Your mother some medical treatment. Is there anywhere you know we can get her?"
"Not anywhere we're taking you." Envy snarled. "How do we know you're not one of them?"
The coal haired man stared at them in bewilderment.
"Envy! He just killed a squadron of soldiers! I don't think the mafia would want him doing something like that." Al tore his face away from his mother. "He just saved our lives! We aren't going to just leave him!"
"Whatever we do, we need to get out. There are more coming!"
"For gate's sake, just c'mon!" Envy whipped his hand around, catching Ed and the new-comer by their collars. "Let's go!" Al picked up their fallen mother, and, turning intangible, he brought her down the trap-door with the others.
"Brother, alchemize the door shut!"
Ed clapped, and placed his hands on the door, sealing it from further use.
"I'll have to tell everyone I'm going to make a new one. Now that they know where this one is, we can't use it." Edward turned to the boy, placing his hands on his hips. "What's your name, bastard?"
"Roy Mustang, at your service." He grumbled, running a hand through his matted hair. "You got a shower, wherever you're from?"
"...Definitely a bastard."
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*~Ruby