"Edward!"

"What?!"

"Can you give me a hand?!"

"With what?!"

"Your stupid bag!"

Ed skulked over and snatched his case down from the luggage rack. I glared at him. Frustrating...

"Evaline,"He says,somewhat calmly. "This is ridiculous."

"It's not my fault you broke my hand! You knew it was made of aluminum,"I reply,crossing my arms.

"Yeah,yeah,shorty,"He says,smirking.

"Will you shut the hell up?!"I walk away with my suitcase.

Ed knows I'm the only person he can call short. Well,me and Al. He knows it ticks me off,and that's why he does it. Such and idiot.

"Hey Al,let's go!"I yell. "Oh great..."

Al found a cat. More specifically,a kitten.

I walk over,bend down and take the kitten from him gently. He looks over at me,sad. The kitten walks away,almost bouncing. Al sighs.

"I know they're cute Al,but we can't keep a cat. You know that,"I say,placing my hand on his shoulder.

Al nods and stands up,smiling. Gosh,how is he always happy?

"Hurry up you two!"

Damn you Edward.

Al and I take off running to catch up with Ed. He has his suitcase slung over his shoulder. He's put his coat back on. Great. Proffessional Edward Elric,FullMetal Alchemist. It's not like we all don't have the qualifications. He's not better than us. He may be Fullmetal,but that doesn't mean he's better. We all have names. We all took the test. He's older than me by five minutes. He's not the boss of me.

"Stop being so pushy,Ed. Winry'll kill you if you get in another fight,"I tell him.

He tries to keep his cool,but I see him swallow nervously. Al looks at me and makes the motion of laughing. I chuckle half-heartedly.

I suppose I should get this straight. Al's mute. Ed lost his arm and his leg. I lost my hand and the hearing in one ear. Truth really did spare us. I've seen the others,the ones that lost everything. It's sad.

"Mustang wants us there tomorrow morning at nine. Usual hotel,usual room,correct?"Ed asks.

"According to the lady I talked to,yes. And Mustang didn't tell me that himself,I think it was Havoc. He could've very well been drunk off his ass,"I say.

"Mmkay,"Ed walks a little faster.

"Damn it Edward,slow down,"I say,louder than intended. A small child walking by with his mother asks her what 'Damn' means. His mother glares back at us.

"Speed up,"He retorts.

"Rude."

"Female."

"Sexist."

"Leftie."

"Not my fault."

"No,you were a part of it."

"Drop it,Ed,"I say,walking faster than Ed was.

"I'm just-"

"I said drop it!"I yell,marching up the hotel steps.

As if things could get any weirder right now,a guy,cloaked in black,races by me,a bag in his hand. A women cried out the word stop. Great.

I wheel around and slam my hands together. Blue sparks. The guy turns around. He has a beard. Typical. Really Typical.

He jumps at me,ready to take my head off if he can. Ed and Al were pretty far behind me. Maybe they'll get here before this guys litterally attempts to murder me. He does have a knife. I can feel it up his sleeve as I wrestle with him. The glove on my right hand rips.

"Look,Winry just fixed these. Can you not?"I say,twisting his arm.

Delayed alchemy activates. A box forms around us,allowing me to create a locked space to take care of this in.

"Alright buddy,are you really ready for this?"

He charges,knocking me against the wall. I hit my head on something. He has me by my wrists. Great job,Evaline.

I knee him in the gut,sparing him the privalige of having children if he gets out of prison in time. He falls back,doubled over.

"Good job,you give me an easy target!"

Ed and Al run up when he goes flying through the wall,me walking out whilst dusting off my hands. They look from me to the guy. As sexist as Edward is sometimes,I'm surprised he didn't ask if I really did this.

"Alright,can someone call Hughs? Please? I just want to go sleep in peace for once in my life,"I say,slouching a little.

"Lordy,why is it that everytime you kids come by this place that something bad happens?"The women at the desk asks me.

"I really dunno."

She gives us the key to the usual apartment we stay in and I head up,letting Ed and Al talk to Hughs. I like Hughs,and I love his daughter to death,but the same stories every ten minutes gets old. Seriously old.

About my alchemy,I can make really thin walls that normal people can't break through. Somehow Ed,Al,and I can though. I can also incinerate the walls if I want to. I know its weird. Since the Fuhrer is a very ironic person,he called me the OpenSpace Alchemist. Al is the Soulcatcher Alchemist. You could say our names go together,but they don't.

The same door I usually open sticks like usual. I pull the key out and try again. It unlocks and opens. The cool air hits me. It's just like we left it. A complete mess.

Edward may be a neatfreak about his papers and stuff,but other stuff? He couldn't care less. Really. Al tries to keep it clean,but it just ends up staying this way. Surprising? Nope. Not at all.

The couch is the most comfortable thing to sleep on ever,so I do. I just crash on it,instantly asleep the moment my head hits the pillow.