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Chapter 3

It's been three days since Havoc burst into he office with the horrible news, and that was only the beginning. In the last three days the Huntsman has killed more people daily, the number of reported deaths only increasing as the days went on. 85 victims in three days, and the murders never seemed to end.

Central city was complete chaos. People were dying left and right, the number of murders increased every hour, most of the military still had no idea who was killing. However, Mustang's team knew everything. Ed had spent the past three days trying to figure out a plan on how to find out the identity of the Huntsman. Finally, on the third day a plan was made.

The plan was simple enough but if it were to fail they might not make it out alive. They were all putting their lives on the line to complete the plan, and Ed knew it was probably going to end badly.

"Are you sure you want to go on with this?" Roy asked with slight concern in his voice.

Ed nodded with a whole new found determination in his golden eyes. "I want the Huntsman caught as much as you do, I'll do anything to prevent any future deaths."

"You do understand it's possible that you'll die?" Roy asked with serious tone in his voice.

Ed nodded again. He didn't care what it took, he was going to bring the Huntsman down even if it cost him his life. He had to remember that his everyone's lives outnumbered his and it wouldn't matter if his was taken.

He released a slow breath and fixed Roy with his golden gaze. "I'm ready. Lets put this plan into action."


Ed walked into the alley, his heart pounding was pounding so loudly he was surprised that all of Central couldn't hear it. The darkness surrounded him, rapidly closing in on all sides and chasing away the last wisps of light that had any chance of illuminating the vast darkness. A part of him told him to run away as fast as he cold but he couldn't bring himself to abandon this plan.

The fate of Central city was settled on his shoulders, weighing him down if he even dared take a step back, away from the path he's chosen when volunteering to go through with this plan. His heart continued to beat rapidly and he tried to steady his breaths.

He walked forward until he came to the back of the alley, the dead end. He paused, now all he needed was for the Huntsman to appear and then-

There was a sudden chill that ran into the alley, thought it had nothing to do with the cold. He knew what that meant. The Huntsman was there. He released a slow breath before turning around and coming face to face with the killer.

The Huntsman's black eyes stared at him from beneath the rim of his hat, his ax held in his hand. Ed mentally prepared himself for the fight that was drawing nearer every second he stood there. He waited, waited for the Huntsman to make the first move. But he didn't attack. Instead he banged the bottom of the ax on the ground and Ed couldn't believe what he was seeing. A wall of stone rose up out of the ground and sealed off the entrance to the alley, blocking off the only exit.

Ed was trapped and he know knew that he was going to have to fight. Before the Huntsman had a chance to attack he Transmuted his automail into a blade and stood there rigid and ready. The Huntsman faced him with his weapon in plain sight. Ed wasn't sure if he would be able to defeat him but he knew that he had to try.

With a battle cry, he made the first move. He shoved his blade through the center of the Huntsman but just as before, he didn't appear hurt, not even fazed by the attack. Ed dodged a swing and the blond came around for another attack. After noticing that one eye was hidden by a layer of bandages he decided to attack there, on his right side.

He got him. Ed's blade went right through him but just like every other time the Huntsman remained unharmed. The Huntsman began to attack as well, swinging it's ax and nailing Ed in the gut with the handle. Luckily it wasn't the blade or he would've been a goner.

Ed stumbled backwards and hit a wall. He dodged yet another attack by the Huntsman and he began to wonder if the fight was ever going to end.

Focus on the battle, Ed thought to himself as he found himself repeatedly drifting off into thought. Stay focused. Don't look away from him.

Ed narrowly dodged another attack and found himself with his back pressed against the corner of the alley with the Huntsman steadily approaching with his ax ready to deal the final blow. With a jolt of horror, Ed realized that he was trapped with nowhere to run. The ax was swung and Ed managed to dodge, barley.

He slid beneath the Huntsman and shoved his automail blade in the enemy's back. The Huntsman remained unharmed ad sung his fist behind, nailing Ed in the gut and sending him flying across the alley to be thrown against a wall.

He staggered to his feet and faced the Huntsman again. He was getting exhausted with all the dodging and the wound on his leg had reopened and was slowly oozing blood. His hand clutched his stomach as struggled to breath.

The Huntsman slowly advanced with his ax raised. Ed failed to dodge that time and the ax collided with his side, leaving a gaping wound in its path of destruction. Ed fell sideways and hit the ground with a large thud. The Huntsman came closer and Ed knew that he was going to die and their plan was going to fail.

The Huntsman then changed. Bone-like wings sprouted from his back and the Huntsman turned to face Ed, ready for the final kill. Ed was too weak to move, too weak to live. He knew that he was going to die eventually so why not now? A single tear fell down his face as he painfully awaited death sprawled out on the ground. The ax came down and Ed collapsed into a void of darkness, possibly forever without ever seeing the light again.


Roy knew something was wrong. The alley was now silent with no sounds of fighting coming from it. Roy ran over and quickly drew the best transmutation circle onto the wall with a pen he found in his pocket, he was desperate. It wasn't perfect but it worked and the barrier into the alley disappeared and Roy immediately ran in. He looked around before spotting Ed lying on the ground.

Roy ran over and knelt down, shaking the small blood-soaked body. Ed winced and opened his eyes. His eyes were so full of hurt, so full of pain. They were glazed over and dull. Roy noticed the gaping wound in the boys stomach after blood fell from his mouth. Roy removed his coat and frantically held it against the wound to stop the bleeding.

"Colonel?" Ed whispered in a voice cracking from the amount of pain he was in.

"Ed, just hang on," he pleaded, but Ed was already fading; fast. His pulse was getting weaker and weaker beneath Roy's shaking fingers and he feared that it was going to stop altogether. He held Ed's body closer to him and Havoc appeared beside him.

"Sir, I've called an ambulance. It should be here soon."

Roy didn't remove his gaze off the dying Ed for the entire time until the next thing he knew Paramedics were taking Ed away on a stretcher and putting him into an ambulance, only to be driven away quickly.

Roy stood up quickly and ran to the car, hoping to get to the hospital when Ed did. He drove the speed limit but had a hard time doing so. He needed to get there, he had to see Ed. He finally parked his car in the parking lot about twenty minutes later and he jumped out, running into the building and straight to the front desk.

"I'm here to see Edward Elric," he panted.

"I'm sorry sir, visiting hours are over," the receptionist said.

"I need to see him now!" Roy banged his fist on the table in frustration when the receptionist continued to refuse.

"Sir, are you Edward's Elric's father?" A voice asked from behind him.

Roy turned around and saw a doctor, at least he thought was a doctor, standing about three feet from him.

Roy shook his head. "I'm his superior officer and I look after him. He had no parents."

"He's awake now. Do you want to see him?" The doctor asked.

Roy nodded and was led down the halls. The doctor stopped with his hand on a door handle. "Please be careful. He's still in bad condition so he shouldn't move too much."

Roy walked into the room and felt his heart sop when he saw Ed. The boy was propped up on several pillows with a thick, very thick, layer of bandages wrapped around his midsection. His face was unbelievably pale and he looked downright terrible.

Roy walked over and sat down on a chair beside Ed's bed. "Hey Ed, how to do you feel?"

Ed looked at him for a moment before his eyes filled with tears. They fell down his face and he wiped them away quickly. Roy felt his heart break when he saw Ed like that, it just wasn't like him. Roy didn't know what to do. Ed never cried. He eventually pulled his chair closer and took Ed's hand in his own. Ed's held on tighter and dived for Roy, his face twisting in pain from the movement.

"I-I was s-so s-scared," Ed whimpered, his hands weakly gripping Roy's shirt. "It, It hurt's C-colonel. I-I'm s-scared."

Roy couldn't stand seeing Ed in so much pain. He had just openly announced that he was scared, and to Roy. Roy gently held Ed as the young boy silently cried into his shirt. Eventually the sobs died down and Roy pulled Ed away.

He was still awake but his face was twisted in pain from the amount he's moved and a layer of sweat covered his face. Roy kept his hand on Ed's back as he lowered him back onto the pillows. Ed winced but soon settled down.

Roy couldn't manage to tare his eyes off the broken body of the small boy. His chest rose and fell unsteadily and his face was too pale to be good. He was covered in bandages and still had dried blood on him. The doctors probably haven't had time to clean it off.

Ed's pained golden eyes stayed fixed on Roy with an undying hope. He was so brave. He almost died earlier and he was still alive. He really was a strong kid, that was for sure. Roy ran a hand through Ed's golden hair and his golden eyes closed as he relaxed. The tears stopped falling and he was still. His rising chest was the only proof that he was still alive.

"Maybe you should let him rest, you can come back tomorrow," The doctor spoke up, obviously noticing Ed's exhaustion.

Roy stood up to leave but Ed reached out a shaky hand and grabbed a hold of Roy's shirt.

"D-don't go" he cried weakly. "Y-you can't l-leave."

Roy looked at the doctor and he sighed. "Edward. Roy had to go."

"I-I won't let him," Ed announced in a shaky voice. His weak grip tightened until his knuckles turned even whiter than they already were. Roy didn't know how he was going to leave anymore. He looked at the doctor who sighed.

"You can stay here the night if you want," he finally agreed.

"Thank you," Roy said. He sat down and pushed Ed's bangs out of his face. "Edward, I'm staying here for the night, got it?"

Ed nodded and his grip loosened slightly. Roy watched Ed's breathing even out as he slid into sleep. Roy held Ed's hand in his own, promising never to let go and vowing to never let anything happen to Ed again.