Hello. Again. XD So, this is in response to all the AWESOME reviews I've gotten- thank yooh all! :D Also, Neoko- Thanks for the suggestion. :D However, I didn't actually read that until AFTER I had written the C chapter. Also, the Ultimate Sue shall not be revealed until later, so the Sue-ness won't be 10 just yet. :) But (this is for everyone) if you have any ideas for names, attitudes, whatever, feel free to post them up and I'll try and work them in. :) So without any further ado-
Type D- Danni
Sue-ness- 7/10
Originality- 3/10
Additional info- A self-insert in disguise; essentially sums up everything the writer WANTS to be but can't.
The rain poured down, crashing to the ground like silver. It had collected in puddles by the roadside, which glowed in the dusky evening from the moonlight. It was so quiet, and cold; so foreboding.
The streets were empty, aside from one lone figure. That figure strode purposely forward, eyes fixed firmly on the prize. Central Headquarters. She had waited so, so long...
She shook her head, clearing it, and brushed the sodden turquoise locks out of her face. It would do her no good to lose track this close. Not after all she had been through to get here; the searching, the travelling, and of course- crossing the passage. The passage had appeared like a gash in the sky itself, roaring like an angry God. When she had seen it, she had felt an irresistible pull, she just knew this is where she had to go.
And now she was here. The feeling was like no other; pure contentment. She was almost overwhelmed, but the determination over rode any other sensation or need in her mind. Just a couple hundred meters...
Wait...was that...a girl running toward her? But- she was going so fast.
"What the hell?" She murmured aloud. This strange girl had been almost out of sight just a second ago, and now she couldn't be more than a few metres away.
Golden eyes, tinted red, glared at her from the darkness and then she was gone. The force of the bizarre girl skimming past her nearly threw her to the floor, but she gracefully flipped back onto her feet.
She turned, furious and indignant, to yell abuse at this outlandish girl but she couldn't even see her any more. Shrugging, she regained her cool demeanour and continued her brisk walk toward the imposing building ahead.
"Stop! Stay where you are!" A harsh voice barked at her. Something akin to mild surprise gracing her features, she slowed her walk.
"And just who are you?" She retorted.
"He told you to stop, civilian. I suggest you do as he says," another, more feminine voice echoed the first.
She didn't even bother to dignify this with a response, instead simply quickened her pace. Then she heard the unmistakable click of a gun cocking, and next thing she knew she was staring down the barrel of a gun.
"I repeat; I suggest you do as he says." A woman with long blonde hair stepped into the beam of the streetlamp, throwing creepy shadows across her face.
In the blink of any eye, the young girl had gripped the foreign object pointing toward her forehead, swiftly twisting it at a 180 degree angle, resulting in a satisfyingly shocked yelp of pain from the woman, and then thrust it downward, out of the stunned woman's grip.
The girl took one step back, holding the gun firmly towards the woman's face, a satisfied smirk on her face. "Did you like my little trick?"
She had expecting the woman to back away in fear, the man quickly following suit, but the woman simply returned the smirk and whipped another pistol out of a side pouch. "Impressive. Now, drop the gun, before someone gets hurt."
Momentarily stunned, she made her first mistake; she loosened her grip on the gun. The blonde woman immediately kicked the gun out of her hand, sending it skidding several meters away from them.
"We don't have time for games. So answer me; where did you come from?" Spoke the man.
"Sounds like you're the one playing games. What does it matter where I came from?" The girl spat.
"Answer me," The man repeated firmly and the woman narrowed her eyes.
"None of your business. Anyway, it's rude to pry-!" With this, the girl made to run at the man, but was immediately blocked by a scorching wall of fire. This is where she made her second mistake; she leapt cleanly over the fire, arms outstretched for the man's throat.
However, another wall of flame jumped out at her, and with no surface to push off of, she fell straight into the mass of fire. It was extinguished instantly, but she was now disoriented from the smoke and the throb of first degree burns covering her body.
Dizzy, she stumbled to her feet, gripping her particularly painfully scorched arms, groaning softly. "It wasn't supposed... to be like... this..."
The woman swiftly kicked out her feet from beneath her, and she become once again closely acquainted with the cold wet tar. She felt a hard boot press into her back, grinding her painfully into the floor.
"Where. Are. You. From?" The cold feminine voice demanded.
The girl spat weakly on the floor. "Don't see why I would tell you-". She was cut off by the boot pushing firmly down on her back, squashing the breath out of her.
"Fine-! I'll tell you," she gasped, panting heavily. "I'm not from here."
There was an impatient pause, and the girl felt compelled to explain. "I came from the Other World."
If anything, the boot just pushed harder. "You're one of them?"
The girl managed a hoarse laugh. "I'm not one of anything. My name is Danni Cloud, and I don't belong to anyone or anything. Not yet anyway."
The woman sighed impatiently. "Alright then, 'Danni'; what are you doing here then?"
Danni shot her a dark look from underneath her boot. "I'm not telling you anything else, I don't care what you do to me."
The man swore underneath his breath, then crouched down to come face to face with the scowling girl. "What are you hoping to achieve by this?"
"More than you could possible understand." This was last sentence was very soft, and Danni tore her suddenly stinging eyes away from the man. This was too much.
"Try me."
Danni choked back her tears, but eventually responded. "Well... It all started seven long years ago. My parents were killed in a terrible fire that destroyed my home, and-"
"We don't have time for your life story! Tell us what you're trying to accomplish here and now!" The woman barked.
"Fine! I need to enrol in the Military, in order to find a way to bring back my parents for good," She blurted out, irritation clear in her voice. This really wasn't going like she had thought it would, it was like she wasn't even that important to the situation and that feeling was unfamiliar to her.
"And that's it? You just came to sign up for the Military? But why? What made you think that becoming a soldier would bring your parent's back?" The man asked, bemused.
Danni opened her mouth to speak, then closed it in mild disbelief. "I don't know. It just told me... that it would." She was quickly becoming more and more agitated, and was beginning to hyperventilate.
"What told you?" The man asked, urgency colouring his voice.
Danni's eyelids were growing heavier and heavier. "I... I don't... know... I didn't see... its face..."
The man barked down at her. "What's face? Tell me now!"
But the girl had already blacked out, completely oblivious to the furious man shouting into her face.
...
Roy sighed, placing his gloved hand over his face and raised himself from his crouching position. "Perfect. Stupid girl couldn't even stay conscious long enough to tell us what we should be looking for.
Riza lifted her foot from the girl's prone back. "At least we stopped her from hurting some innocent civilian. So, what do we do with her now?"
"It would be too risky taking her back to base, but- we can't just leave her here. I suppose we should just take her to the hospital then decide on our next move." Mustang responded, heaving the girl into his arms.
"It's a plan. But Sir, that other girl is still out there- is it wise to let her run around Central?"
"We have no choice. Anyway, she seems to want something with me so we'll most likely run into her again."
Riza sighed. "Can't wait."
...
Bella crouched, cold and numb, on the alleyway floor, shying away from the dim light the streetlamps cast along the brick wall. She watched intent, as Roy Mustang and the blonde carried away the strange turquoise haired girl.
Hissing softly, she raised herself to full height, all the while pressed tightly to the wall and out of sight. As soon Mustang and the other two made their way out of sight, she glided out of the darkness and made her way to the nearest form of shelter.
It appeared to be a quaint little shop; Bert's Groceries. When the harsh incandescent lights first caught her, she almost reeled back out of the door thanks to the artificial lighting overwhelming her sensitive vision.
A young red haired girl eyed her curiously. "Can I help you, miss?"
She simply half-smiled back at her, shaking her head, then hastily bustled over to the far shelf, where the glaring lights had receded to a gentle glow. Finally, able to relax, she reached into her pocket, pulling out a moist, yellowed sheet of paper.
Only one line was written, in deep red... ink?
"FIND ROY MUSTANG.
MAKE HIM YOURS.
RETURN TO ME."
Well, she had found Roy Mustang, but now what? Bella was pretty sure he still wasn't hers, and wouldn't be for a while yet. Of course, they were no match for her. But it was an inconvenience. She didn't know what it was like to be shot, and wanted to keep it that way, thank you very much.
"Miss?" A shrill voice echoed in the small building.
Bella froze.
"Miss? Do you need something?" The harsh sound of heels clicking on the dusty floor filled her ears.
Next thing, the fresh faced young woman was gazing down at her from those treacherous high heels. "Miss? If you're not going to buy anything, I'm afraid I'll need to ask you to leave."
Bella simply stared back at her like a rabbit caught in headlights. Her base instincts were raging against her common sense. She tried to speak but all that came was a raw croaking sound.
The girl squinted at her, suddenly looking concerned. "Are you ok? You look very pale... Maybe you should sit down-"
"No!" She almost yelled at the woman, wide eyes fixated on her long neck.
The woman took a startled step back, clearly at a loss at what to do with this unstable girl.
Bella forced herself to calm down and dredged up a dry smile. "No, really, I'm fine. I think I should go. Thanks..."
With that, she practically sprinted out of the shop, leaving a perturbed shopkeeper in her wake.
...
The girl, Rebecca, watched as the strange customer dashed out the door, leaving it wide open and banging about in the strong winds. She quickly ran up to pull it shut and got a blast of cold air and rain for her troubles.
"You'd think that people would remember to just close the door when they left." She grumbled to herself. "Thank goodness my shift is nearly up."
