I think I got over my writer's block. I'm sorry it takes so long for me to update. This fan fiction I'm writing is one I want to take sincerely.
I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist. (pouts)
"Goodbye, Winry. Granny Pinako," Al walked out the Rockwells' front door. He had his suitcase ready and Mustang and his staff were waiting patiently at the steps. Al looked up to the window he once stood at with his brother, Ed, and imagined going back to Central. Resembool was a wonderful, homely place and he was going to miss it thoroughly.
After a teary farewell with Winry and their neighbor, Rose, Al parted with warm hugs for everyone. Especially Rose, the Lior girl he started to like and soon loved since last year. She had been his and Ed's friend along with Winry, but of course, never as close. Now, the simple thought of leaving her was severe.
"You'll come back soon, right?" Rose had a gentle voice like Al's.
"Of course." Al took in her sweet scent and smiled. He was glad he confessed to her two months ago, so now he won't have to worry about her being taken away. She'll be waiting for him, and only him. He knew that. And he was right.
Rose sobbed into Winry's shoulder as the military men and Alphonse Elric left for the station.
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"I hate walking," Havoc complained, his cigarette drooping in his mouth. "I don't see why we have to go on foot just because Al doesn't want a wagon ride."
"I won't be back here for a while. I want to take my time and remember this place well." Alphonse gazed around him. He wanted his memory of Resembool to be as clear as it is now to last forever. Al stared at everything to engrave its image into his head. The miles of green that stretched in every direction, the lovely little houses popping up here and there, the graceful brown trails linking them together, the gorgeous crystal clear sky, the fluffy white clouds that drifted with the wonderful breeze, the laughter of children and the chirping of birds… Those were things that he'll remember each time he thought about home.
"We're almost to the station." Mustang looked down and sweaty too, though he didn't whine as much as Havoc. He also liked Resembool. No pollution or traffic. He appreciated that.
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Ed snuck on the train. He had on his disguise of a black coat and dark red hair. He hid his automail with his usual gloves, alchemized brown. His hood was on tightly around his head and most of his face was buried in the shadow. And, for good measure, he wore a pair of sunglasses to conceal his eyes.
Boarding the train, he looked for a seat with few people around, but it was difficult. The locomotive wasn't jammed with citizens, but it wasn't exactly spacey either. The place with the least company was actually the one down from where Mustang and his crew were settling. So in other words, Al was sitting back to back with his long-dead brother without even noticing it.
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A couple hours on the train had ways to give passengers time to toil on long-forgotten works. Al had just finished sewing a transmutation circle onto his new gloves when the train jerked to a sudden stop.
"We're not even close to Central yet…" Riza glanced outside. There was little but grasslands as far as the eye could see. And she wasn't named 'Hawkeye' for nothing.
"That's funny. Could it be a malfunction with the train?" Roy looked around. Then, as if on cue, the speaker turned on and a stressed female voice broke through.
"The train has been captured by hijackers. All passengers please evacuate—" BAM! A gunshot…
A new voice spoke, this time male and with less haste. "All passengers thinking of playing hero would be imprisoned and killed immediately. We're not your everyday hostage takers, we're State Alchemists, sent by the military."
"Wha—!" Mustang stared at the speaker in utter disbelief. "Who is this idiotic bastard messing around with the military's name?!"
"Attention please!"
Every head turned to the end of the car and froze. Three men stood there with guns in hand and silver watches dangling at their waists.
"Roy, hide yours," Riza warned him at once. "We need surprise at our side and that won't happen if they know who you are."
He complied without complaint as the armed men strode down the aisle. He was glad Riza had insisted they dress in casuals instead of military uniforms.
"Hey, my name is Will, I'll be watching over you with my pals, Freddy, and Winky. Of course, that's not our real names." One of the men, so-called Will, indicated to his companions. He looked happy to be scaring the living daylights out of these people. It made Al sick to hear how laid-back he was of the whole situation.
'Winky' stopped to examine a well-muscled man, who was, in fact, Alex Armstrong in restraint and disguise. Will continued until he saw the glint of a pocket knife on some random youngster, and Freddy paced to a teenage girl seated just a bit down from them. She stuck her tongue at the hijacker and stomped on his foot. Howling, Freddy pointed his weapon at her and prepared to shoot.
Al jumped up but the whole thing was already over. A tall man cloaked in black sitting behind him had leapt out of his seat and batted away the gun.
"Hey!" The still furious man turned around, only to meet a fist pounding his face.
"Amateurs shouldn't play with firepower." The stranger cracked his knuckles and prepared to punch the already out cold chap again.
"Watch it." Will's tone was completely contrast to the cheerful one he used a moment ago. He stood to the attacker's side and loaded his gun.
The teen girl whimpered and knocked over the book she had been reading
"Pick that up," commanded the hijacker.
Shrugging, the man bent down to retrieve the paperback. Will brought up his arm and started to bring the gun handle down on the man's cloaked head.
Instinctively, the stranger whipped up and jumped over Will, grabbing his outstretched arm and twisting it around his back. He quickly seized Will's other hand and swung it around too. Without stopping, he planted his right foot on Will's back and shoved his face against the table.
Winky dashed up and Al slipped on his gloves. Time to test his handiwork. Clapping his hands, he slapped the table and it grew across the aisle. Winky ran into it, screaming as his stomach met the edge of the counter.
Breda reached over from his seat and pounded the guy on the head. He went limp.
Meanwhile, Havoc took out his always ready handcuffs and clipped them around Will's wrists while the stranger held him in place.
"Nice to meet you," Havoc turned to the man, who grunted and settled back in his seat.
"How rude of you," Armstrong strode up. "Do not show such disrespect toward a military officer."
"So you guys are in the military too, huh? In that case, I have every right to be ill-mannered. After all, it was State Alchemists who hijacked this train. By the way, you should make sure these three were the only ones." The man pointed down to the door at the end.
"Breda, Havoc, Riza, Armstrong. Secure the train and capture any suspicious persons," Roy commanded.
"Sir." They saluted before heading off.
Mustang turned to the stranger. "Your hand-to-hand comeback skills were impressive."
"Thanks."
"You remind me of a State Alchemist I once had the privilege to have as a subordinate."
"Is that suppose to be a compliment? I don't want to be compared to a human weapon."
"The military has changed. We have a new Führer now. The former one is gone."
"What happened? Betrayed by his own men, was he?"
Roy's temples pulsed. That was actually exactly what happened. In fact, Mustang was the one who killed him. After getting Al's body back, Mustang and the Elrics took care to eliminate every homunculus they've ever encountered. But instead, he said, "King Bradley wasn't the best for this country. Our new president is much more considerate of his people."
"Right. That's why State Alchemists are attacking this train."
"We don't know if it's true."
"Are you sure about that? We all saw their watches."
Roy was fuming. It was impossible to strike a friendly conversation with this man! Any respect he may have had toward him evaporated. "Don't speak of affairs you don't understand." With that he turned to join Hawkeye in the engine room.
Al stared at the stranger for a second. His voice was so similar to Ed's, only deeper. Al missed that sound but this man had nothing else in common with his brother. Turning around, Al followed Mustang.
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In half an hour, the train was once again on its way to Central. Sitting on the ground by Roy's feet were five unconscious State Alchemists.
I admit it. I did copy FMA about the train and hijacking.
I'm really pathetic when it comes to action scenes. I won't blame you if you don't understand what they were doing. I myself can't make heads or tails out of this chapter…
