Chapter 1

A.N. Hey guys! Thanks so much for the views and reviews I really appreciate them ^_^. I was still pondering whether I should post chapter 1 today too, but then I thought that the simple prologue didn't give a good insight on the story, so here it is. Probably I will try to contain my enthusiasm and post another chapter the following days since I will run out on writing material, but I promise I will make another update in a few days, or a week (maximum). Until then I want to thank everyone and ask them to review with anything they think or want to mention since any opinions or insight is valued. So just tell me what you think...:D. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and without any other words I present you chapter 1 (the real one).

Any typos or grammar mistakes aren't intentional.

I might add that I also reviewed this chapter so the mistakes might not be so obvious anymore. Feel free to point them out if you wish.

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O.C.'s P.O.V.

I woke up on the cold hard ground gasping for air in ragged breaths. I had to breathe at least for a minute before my vision cleared and the searing pain in my body diminished. Carefully I raised myself from the crouched position I was in, moving my limbs slowly to see if anything else hurt. For my ultimate relief, it didn't.

I got up, my legs almost failing me when the weight of my body put pressure on them. I collapsed on a wall trying hard to steady myself. After I felt like I wasn't going to fall anymore I raised my head and looked around curious.

With my obvious never failing sense of observation, I figured it was night, the only light coming from the pale, full moon. I was in a dark alley that you mostly find between two buildings. It was clearly unused by the residents of the buildings, as you could figure out from the messy and abandoned look of the walls and the boxes cramped everywhere, probably full of junk, the only creatures present at the moment being me and a few cats, that hid very fast in a dumpster at my sudden movement.

The cold wall was hard against my skin, and I looked down, surprised to see I was wearing just a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. However, the real question wasn't why I was wearing this, but where I was, and how I got here. More importantly, why my mind was so fuzzy that I couldn't form any coherent thought or remember anything relevant with my current situation.

Slowly, I dragged myself along the wall, feeling the sharp edges cutting into my skin. However, I had to get out of this alley; I had to find where I was. As I walked my feet grew stronger and I somehow I managed to reach the end of the dead-end I woke up in, without failing. But the sight that welcomed me was unnerving.

I have reached a street, blocks of apartments with stores at the ground floor, their emblems smiling cheerfully. Victorian looking street lamps lighted the street in eerie light, in contradiction with the modern road that looked perfect enough to drive a car onto.
But that wasn't that made me stop in my tracks. A massive building had risen in front of me between the apartment blocks and houses. It was massive, giving with it an allure of strength that imposed respect to the viewer; its walls as a fortress', with strong doors, many check-up towers and what looked like machine guns lined up the wall. It was illuminated with pale-blue lights, and I could see an immense banner suspended. It looked like an argent dragon was on it, his claws ready to tear through anything that was going to stand in front of him, and everything on a deep green background. The flag actually raised my uneasiness, and suddenly with an audible click, a memory invaded my mind. It was so painful, its force making me collapse on the ground, gripping my head in a pathetic attempt to make it stop. But it didn't.

Amestris. The word invaded my mind unwelcomed, along with information about a round-shaped country, with a high military organization, and ranks and corrupt leaders. For some reason I knew that bad things happened in there, and I wanted to get as far as I could from that building.

Heavily panting, my head feeling like it has been crushed with a stone, I rose to my feet and turned my back to the building, walking as fast as I could without getting dizzy. I wanted to get as far away as I could from it, those images still burning my mind.

Central. Central Headquarters. Where the Fuhrer and the government lived, the heads of the military, colonels, majors...alchemists. The scariest of them all where some images of the dark figures lurking in the underground. Images of gruesome experiments, plots and murders…. I felt my stomach clutch in a wrong way, all this thoughts racing all at once in my head making it worse.

I tried to snap myself from the dizzying images and concentrate but it was almost impossible. They just kept coming, faces of people, names followed by stories I didn't want to know. I had to focus on figuring where I was and where to go, but these damn thoughts wouldn't let me breathe. The pain became worse, rising in a rapid crescendo until I felt like my head was going to explode.

And then, as I was hearing the way the pain was pulsating inside of me, an explosion did happen, but not in my head; in the world surrounding me. I looked up, confused and scared to see how a bright light, followed by a wave of unbearable heat, illuminated the sky. My mind registered the orange glow as flames. Then the flames met a wall of water, both of them dissolving into steam.

Above, on top of a building, were people, next to the edge of the roof standing a man. He was tall even from down here and I could see his long black hair was tied in a long ponytail. His features weren't clear but his blue clothes looked torn apart and dirty, and I could almost see him watching the Central Headquarters with an indefinite expression. For a second it looked like pity but he turned around too quickly for me to understand it and slammed his hand on something from the roof. Water burst out from several different places at once. The flow was so strong that even myself, from across the street and 5 levels lower, was splashed by it. Confused, I wiped my eyes from the annoying drops just to see the man running now on a thin ice bridge that appeared on the gap between buildings.

"Impossible..." I whispered, as my mind couldn't really perceive the way the bridge appeared out of nothing, just to turn immediately into water just after the man stepped on the next roof. I was speechless and couldn't really comprehend how something like this was possible. I was contradicting myself mentally by believing that this was and wasn't possible at the same time.

After the man ran into the night other people appeared in my sight, cocking guns trying to shoot the man, but he was already too far away. Also they were dripping wet from water, as the explosion from earlier must've hit them directly. After a few rounds thy stopped and heard voices yelling orders, and they retreated fast, away on the roof where I couldn't see them anymore.

For a second my mind saw a handsome black-haired man, soaking wet and very angry, yelling orders on the rooftop, but I chased away the thought without paying attention to it. This wasn't the time to let my imagination wonder on hot, wet guys, not when I was in red zone with military officers running around, handicapped by an impossible headache and numbness with a bad feeling in my gut.

But despite anything logical I started to move in a fast pace in the direction the weird man went. I was guided by a force stronger than me, and somehow I knew that if I didn't go there something bad will happen. Well worse than going there and probably risking my life with my impulsivity.

I was nuts, but I didn't stop, not even my limbs starting to ache from the fast pace and my vision started to be affected by pain.

I zigzagged between dark alleys and buildings trying to find the man and avoid the military. I knew he was here somewhere; he needed to find one of those five alchemic circles he had drawn all around Central to start the transmutation...but how did I know that?

I felt my stomach clench in anticipation and without a word and totally disregarding my pain, I started running more desperately until the dark alleys ended and I found myself on a main street of the city. It looked peaceful, just a regular place and there was no sign of the weird man.

People were walking around without worry, and this place looked like a mostly civil area, as no cars appeared to be in sight. In the middle of the street was something that looked like decorative pounds, and a girl was feeding some ducks while her mother was laughing happily. Nothing seemed to be dangerous or out of the ordinary. Then, I felt the chill. Across the street, another alley ended. Something made me look at it scrutinizing and then is saw it. Some figures lurking in the dark, but before I could get to make a move on a red light appeared, followed by a pale blue one. With a crash, the three silhouettes emerged from the light, the pony man I was following hitting hard the safety rail of the pond with an audible thud. For a second it hurt me.

The other two figures were a child and a man in a suit of armour. The boy was quite short, but no as short as I expected him to be, almost the same height as me, his golden haired braided on his back. He was wearing a dark red cape, underneath it having a black outfit. But what unnerved me were his eyes: as yellow as molten gold, two suns radiating with energy, scorching the man in front of him with their fire.

"Alright Al, good work!"

The suit of armour came closer and spoke in a high-pitched, making his worry more obvious. "Brother, his alchemy-"

"I know," responded the blonde boy hastily. After that, his attention was on the man in front of him once more.

"Hey you! You have the philosopher's stone, don't you?"

People had stopped and were staring at them but I didn't pay attention to what his words were saying or the events that were occurring. Philosopher's Stone. That voice. The burning pain in my head turned into wild fire and I collapsed to the ground. A part of me realized that I was yelling but I couldn't stop. The images, the voice, the boy and his brother. A Philosopher's Stone. All these words. I knew them. I knew them! But I couldn't remember them! I had to stop! I had to go further!

I wasn't hearing what they were saying but I already knew the words. The man, also known as Isaac McDoughal, The Ice Alchemist, was going to ask the boy what he was talking about. I could almost hear how he responded in a desperate menacing voice "If you're not going to tell me, I'll make you!" determination flaring deep into his golden orbs.

I remembered his eyes: angry, sad, and desperate; his voice, emotionless, angry, full of hope, devastated; his scars, his automail, his past, his sin. His name.

Edward Elric.

And the suit of armour was no man. It was his little brother, Alphonse Elric.

"Is this really the time to be blabbering nonsense?!"

With that resolution, some of the pain disappeared but I was powerless. It took me some seconds to realize that something very bad was happening in front of me. Looking up I saw the water from the pond exploding in the air and forming what looked like impenetrable wall of glass. I gasped, terrified at the magnificent power and beauty that I was seeing. Alchemy was indeed a beautiful and dangerous thing.

Then I saw Isaac grasped the rail that broke, clutching to the ever growing ice-wall, dragging him along with it. After that, he easily managed to get the top of his creation, his arms spreading out as the iceberg started to move slowly towards the Headquarters. Looking around, I saw a tips of other ice blocks surfacing between the buildings, all around the city, their movement synchronized and unstoppable.

I looked around curiously and another image flashed inside my mind, but this time it was the outline of a circle with patterns in it. An alchemic circle. Before I could think about it, the images flew to Isaac and his hands, the same circle present on his hands. Gasping I followed easily from here the second the train of thoughts in my mind started. The ice was moving in a clear pattern and it couldn't be stopped. It was going to form a circle, an alchemic circle.

I gasped in shock at my revelation. That was right, all alchemy relied on the power of the circle, and The Ice Alchemist was no exception. A transmutation so big and so powerful would probably affect the whole city. Or the centre of the city. More precisely the Central Headquarters. And as Isaac's alchemy was ice, in other words water manipulation, a transmutation like this could only result in the full frost of whatever was in the range of his circle. That meant almost everyone around here, including me.

I couldn't let this happen. I screeched my teeth in annoyance resulting from my own weakness, when a shirtless, muscular man followed by the two brothers posted himself in front of the moving block. What the hell was he doing there? He had to move aside, and fast.

I opened my mouth to yell this at him when his hand glowed with blue and his fist made contact with the hard ice, making the whole thing stop. I was just about to cheer from an outburst of happiness, but then the ice suddenly changed its course and smashed into the nearby building, continuing its devastating expansion.

I was about to swear in exasperation, but I saw the two brothers starting to move in the direction of Isaac, Edward transmuting the ground beneath him to reach the solid ice. Pushing my uncooperative body to move, I followed the weird shape of ice from a safe distance all this time trying not to let them out of my sight.

It was clear that up there those three were landing hits as many times as I almost got crushed from falling pieces of ice.

I didn't realize where I was until the ice's movement came to a stop in front of the great walls of the Central Headquarters. Stupefied, I saw the cold was affecting everything it touched, including the water surrounding the base of the wall and even its foundation. This thing had to be stopped, and I was trying to analyse what I could do to help, when the voice stopped me in my tracks. It was heavy, and rasped from the effort or by the wounds he inflicted, but I could clearly hear it.

"Losing an arm…and a little brother that is left without a body…Oh, I get it now! You guys committed the taboo didn't you?!"

I recoiled at the harsh words and their meaning. I knew what taboo he was talking about, and I knew what it meant. But a part of me was just so pissed off that their sin was brought up like this. That they were judged like this. That day was brought up repeatedly with full-force every time someone figured it out.

"The greatest taboo an alchemist can commit: Human Transmutation!"

Why did they have to be reminded like this of their past, their mistake thrown in their faces? What right did he have to say those words when he was about to kill hundreds of innocents? The injustice of the situation infuriated me so much. Even starting to imagine the impact of those words on those two brothers made me lose my mind from anger.

Ignore the blazing storm that was pressuring my skull, and the fatigue of my body, I started to run towards the ice block, my fury fuelling my determination. As I reached the frozen concrete, I realized I have been yelling while running. Without thinking, I slapped my hands against the cold block, my only thought being the face Edward could make and the silent acceptance of his bodiless brother. Energy erupted in waves, powerful and uncontrollable, crashing and destroying everything in its way from me. I felt the construction tremble and starting to crash against my palms, pieces of ice surrounding me as the ice broke down. I just kept focusing on destroying that thing, alongside with him and his words. But then, as suddenly as it appeared, the power vanished and my consciousness yelled at me to save myself from being obliterated by pieces of falling ice.

I jumped back, feeling some liquid prevent myself from breathing from one of my nostrils. To my left Isaac crashed from above with a grotesque thump followed closely by the two boys. He was beaten up pretty badly and his attempts to get up were almost futile. Blood was pouring down his arm, and somehow his eyes found mine, their mad gaze locking with mine. And he smiled.

"Hey you, are you alright? Move! It's not safe here!" It took me a second to understand that Edward was addressing me his face just half turned in my direction, as his eyes were watching his enemy closely. To our left the ice block stopped falling apart, and started regenerating but not before making the area surrounded by them small pieces of ice, a small powder that seemed snow falling from the sky.

"Can you move? Get away from here! It is too dangerous!" followed his little brother in a pleading tone, but his request was cut short by a crackling laugh. Isaac upholding himself in one arm was watching us closely, his eyes still on me.

"No, no. She mustn't go. She is part of their conspiracy after all; another fabricated lie!"

"Shut up! Give up already! You have been defeated!" shouted Edward in return to him, his anger making me flinch.

"Defeated? Defeated! How could you say that? Do you forget what humans are made from?" I looked at him confused until it occurred to me. Water, bodies were made from 70% water, and he was bleeding heavily. The revelation dawned on me, crashing everything in its way.

My body started moving by itself, without a second thought. I had to reach him! I yelled at Edward trying to make him understand faster but he didn't until Isaac raised his hand to transmute. And then somehow I was in front of him receiving the full blow of the solidified blood from Isaac, blocking his way to Edward with my body.

Pain erupted in my chest and I felt my lungs being pierced by the sharp point buried in me. Unable to stand no more because of the pain, I collapsed on my knees burying deeper the spear in my chest. I coughed painfully starting to feel my head get lighter and my breathing harder.

"You bastard!" erupted Ed from behind me and with a blue light the pavement underneath us threw Isaac away. Al's big, cold hands grabbed me gently as I was to slump completely.

"Brother! She is heavily bleeding! The blow hit her lungs!"

Ed responded something but I didn't understand it. My vision was blackening fast and I had to fight consciousness. I had to tell them to get away. With every bit of power left in me I manage to say some final words to the metal suit that was steadying me.

"Al…save…that…idiot…" I heard him gasp in shock, hands shaking me and voices talking to me but I couldn't stay awake any longer. I was so tired, and everything hurt so badly. I had to sleep. Just for a little while, just until the pain faded and I could help them get away from Isaac. Yes, I could just close my eyes for a second.

Decisively, I felt my eyelids close one last time, but not before seeing those orbs piercing me strenuously and the greyness of the metal, my mind emerging into an all too welcome void.

Edward's P.O.V.

"Losing an arm…and a little brother that is left without a body…Oh, I get it now!"

Edward knew he had figured out as the first word left his mouth, his eyes widening incredulously. Somehow, he knew where this was going before he said it. He was what they called a smart boy, and his perception skills were amazing, but still; somehow he wished he was wrong, like that time when he had been wrong.
But he wasn't.

"You guys committed the taboo, didn't you?!"

It was a statement, not a question. After all, he was an alchemist, putting two and two together wasn't so hard for him. But anger still filled his soul. The way he looked at them, as if all truth was unveiled with that statement. He knew already how his brother should be feeling being reminded that he was an empty carcass, to think and be reminded of that mistake resulted from a childish dream.

But he wasn't going to admit that beside all this anger toward the actions that brought him and his brother in this situation, he also felt shame. And guilt. And deep down the slightest tinge of fear, as he fought those memories from rising once again. That night was his sin, always lurking in the depths of his soul ready to rise and swallow him.

But he could manage to keep it at bay as long as he pretended not to know what Isaac McDoughal was talking about.

For a second he was almost ready to plead him not to say it.

"The greatest taboo an alchemist can commit: Human Transmutation!"

And that was it. With those words, he was thrown in a spiral of memories, starting with his own weakness that resulted in his brother losing his body. He remembered the fear, the pain, the smell of blood and alchemic substances reacting. The blue light of the alchemic circle still shining even though the transmutation was finalized. He remembered his desperation, the hard cold floor where he crawled, handicapped forever searching for his brother. The burning in his mind after seeing so many things with such a high toll. He was ready to do anything to get his brother back. And for a second that night he lost him! The only family he had left, all because of his own stupidity and selfishness. He couldn't hold the pain that was brought up with this resolution every time he thought about it. How he begged it to give him his brother back, without worrying about what it'll take from him this time. The sound of his agonized voice from both physical and emotional pain. The wetness of his tears. He didn't let himself cry since then just because it reminded him so much of that night.
At this point, he had fight to stop the memories from going further, so he concentrated on his brother that besides him was reliving the same experience with the same intensity.
Or even worse since he was the one who has forcedly been put in a metal body that felt nothing, incapable of doing what humanity defined as humane.

The guilt, anger and shame that came with these thoughts were enough for Edward to snap back from the gripping hands of the past, muttering in his mind again and again the same thing he said to Al that night. "I am sorry. I am so sorry Al." That bastard knew nothing about taboos or those who commit them.

How could a scam like McDoughal know what the greatest taboo an alchemist can commit, when he was doing all this? He had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from screaming his raging thoughts of anger. Instead, he said something else.

"You… just took a step towards hell." That was right, because all those things must have been how hell felt like.

He was so absorbed in his own mind that he didn't realize he just let his guard down until he was surprised to hear a yell. Looking around disorientated, he saw a girl running full speed towards the ice block, yelling something indefinite. He was startled by her appearance; her hair mid shoulder length was storming behind her giving her an unreal image reminding him about stories of avenging angels. But what startled him most were the tears from her eyes, transforming her battle cry in a cry of pain. As she reached the ice, she snapped both her hands into the cold concrete.

And power erupted from her. Wave after wave of power shaking the construction from its base. His eyes widened when he realized that she was performing alchemy, and without any movement, but he got distracted as the ice under him starting to crack and collapse.

For a second he lost his balance, but a metal hand grabbed him, restoring his equilibrium. He heard his brother calling his name in a worried tone and responded quickly, "I know!" Without missing a beat, he launched himself at Isaac that had yet to restore his balance, his eyes still watching the girl performing her powerful alchemy. He took advantage of his distraught stated and kicked him hard into the gut, a disgusting sound erupting from the man as the automail arm planted itself into his stomach full-force. After, as his body bent down from the pain, he didn't wait to smash his head with both his hands clasped into a fist. Isaac hit the ice with an audible thump. But without getting up, immediately he transmuted the shaking ice, spikes erupting from a red light towards him. Edward ducked as fast as he could, the sharp edges almost getting to him as he jumped behind, almost falling as the construction was growing more unstable. If only that girl will stop her transmutation, he thought and like an answer to his prayers, everything stopped moving. Al was already destroying the spikes with his armoured hand, and without hesitation, he planted his feet into Isaac, making him roll over the edge. He fell, his gasps of pain audible as he was hitting every sharp edge from the wall he constructed, only to crash onto the pavement with an audible crack.

Ed jumped, shortly followed by Al, letting him slide down the ice, landing much more gracefully than his opponent. Everywhere blocks of ice were crashing irregularly as the construction had been terribly shaken by that alchemic reaction from before, making the world from down there look like a maze made of ice. A small white powder was falling from the sky, reminding him of snow.

Isaac wasn't giving them any attention at all, his eyes staring somewhere behind him. He turned slightly just to see the girl from earlier with from corner of his eye. She wasn't supposed to be here. Dammit, if that bastard was thinking about taking hostages this was going to get bad very fast. She had to leave now.

"Hey you, are you alright? Move! It's not safe here!" he yelled still not facing her fully, as Isaac's unsettling smile was unnerving him. For his exasperation she didn't move. Al wasn't as cautious as him, turning almost with the back on his enemy to face the girl.

"Can you move? Get away from here! It is too dangerous!" What is he talking about, was she hurt? Did she somehow get hurt from the falling pieces of ice? But his thoughts were stopped by Isaac's laugh.

"No, no. She mustn't go. She is part of their conspiracy, after all; another fabricated lie!" he said, sounding like he was both mad and excited by this turn of actions. What did he mean by them and conspiracy? A fabricated lie? Edward's mind was already working fervently, analysing the possibilities of what that meant. Was the girl an enemy? Why did she help them? What was really happening? But that wasn't important. He could find his answers later, now he had to end this fight and take her and his brother to safety.

"Shut up! Give up already! You have been defeated!" shouted Edward in return to him, his anger making his voice harder.

"Defeated? Defeated!" cried McDoughal in an unnatural voice, his pain finding his way through his mad tone. "How could you say that? Did you forget what humans are made of?"

This made Edward very confused. He knew exactly what humans were made from; he had learnt the exact components since that day. His mind started chanting as well as learnt poetry. Carbon, Ammonia, Lime...but on the most predominant and in the most quantity was water 35 l. Water. All he could think was shit, as he realized that his realization was made too late. Isaac, still smiling maniacally, was preparing to transmute, his hands going slowly to his wound. He tried to move, but he knew he couldn't make it fast enough. And then a body was in front of him, the silhouette not bigger than his, just when Isaac's solidified blood was going to pierce him.

The girl received the full-blow, going all the way through her chest. She didn't make a sound, just a slight gasp when he pierced her. Edward, for a second, was just incapacitated, incapable of moving or speaking. Then she collapsed, burying the spear deeper within her, his brother already there cutting the ice and carefully taking the girl in his arms.

That made Ed snap back to his senses, and by clasping his hands together, he transmuted the pavement to throw Isaac as far away as possible. Dammit, dammit, dammit! This was his entire fault. For a second he was tempted to run after the bastard but he turned himself and kneeled besides Al, who was still keeping the girl in his arms.

She was bleeding heavily, from the chest wound, but blood was also pouring from her nose and ears, making her face unrecognizable. All that he could make out of it were some delicate features, a pale-white skin and a pair of greenish-blue eyes that were looking somewhere lost into space, without focalizing on something. Her skin was so pale contrasting with her red blood. Quickly he took off his scarlet red cloth and pressed it hard on the deep wound. But it didn't do much good as the black Flamel symbol on its back turned reddish in mere minutes.

"Brother! She is bleeding heavily! The blow hit her lungs!"

But he knew that already he could see the bloody mess this girl has become. He realized that he was slightly shaking. Was he in shock? No, that couldn't be it. It took him a moment to realize that what he was feeling was fear, intertwined with guilt. This was his fault.

"I know that Al!" he snapped back because of his own uncontrollable feelings. "I can see that! Goddammit, how is she even bleeding so much from a blow!?"

"She was bleeding before we got down from the ice. When I turned to her blood was running from her nose." said his brother.

He remembered Al asking her if she was ok, and know he knew why. But why? They had do something fast or she was done for good.

"Quick, let's move her! We must reach Central Headquarters! There are doctors there! "

"With the risk of it still being frozen?"

"What else could we do Al?! Dammit, dammit, dammit!" said Ed on a desperate tone, his hand hitting the asphalt underneath him.

He looked up when he heard the clang that Al always made when he moved. He was lowering his body over the girl and he realized that she was trying to say something. He lowered himself to hear her weak voice murmuring something to Al, one of the words sounding like his name and another very close to the word idiot. Whatever it were, made his brother gasp shocked and try to make her answer one more time. But her bluish eyes where already closing, her body falling limp on his brother.

That was it. He wasn't going to let someone die because of him; die protecting him. That blow would've hit his arm or something but it hit her directly. Without a warning he took her from his brother's arms and started to run to the gates of the Central Headquarters. Damn Isaac and his freezing that risk could wait for later. He heard his brother catching up to him and yelling something that sounded close to a warning of danger. "I know that already, but I am not going to let someone die for my sake just because I did nothing to help them," Edward said, which made his brother nod in agreement and run alongside him.

The girl wasn't heavy but he was tired, and halfway there he began to pant and slow, but that didn't make him stop. He wasn't going to slow down, risking the girl's life furthermore. That thing that happened years ago with Al made him promise not to let anyone suffer because of him, and now this girl comes out of nowhere and throws herself in front of him, taking a blow. Why? Who was she? She had to live to answer all of his questions. Therefore, he pushed harder; he ignored fatigue and hoped he'll make it in time.

When they entered the central lobby of the Headquarters everyone stopped in their tracks seeing the bloody trio, as Al's armour was spotted by how he kept the girl for a while. Edward was panting heavily but he ignored his fatigue and yelled as hard as he could.

"I am The Fullmetal Alchemist and I need a doctor immediately for this girl!" Ed yelled, letting a few lower grades military personal run to execute his order.

"Al do you think we made it?" he asked on a lower tone still trying to catch his breath.

His brother watched him before nodding. "I hope so. Still, she's not out of the woods yet."

Edward didn't say anything but grasped the red mess in his arms a little tighter and muttered in a low tone a hang in there.

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