Hm. Thought there'd have been more of a response to chapter 3. *shrugs* whatever than.
Anyway, sorry it took so long, but I had a shitload of homework and studying, and I probably STILL failed both my tests *cries* anyway, I will be posting these faster because I have a chapter I want to put out on Christmas. Please review when your finished reading.
The next morning Edward and Alphonse went to the store for some groceries. Upon returning they noticed a police car in front of their house, and went to investigate.
"Hey, kid!" an officer shouted, "you know the guys who live here?"
Al moved forward to answer, but his brother grabbed his shoulder, "so what if we do? What's it to ya?" Ed asked rudely.
"Where are they kid? We're lookin' for two kids, Edward and Alphonse Elric," he said.
"Well how will you know if you've found them? And why do you want them anyway?" Edward crossed his arms defiantly.
"We have a description of them, Edward Elric, age 10, blond hair, gold eyes. Alphonse Elric, age 9, dark blond hair, grey eyes, and the reason is classified, not for civilians to know," the officer read off the paper in his hand and looked at the boys; Ed was standing with his arms crossed, his golden eyes burning, and Al was just behind him, cowering slightly, his grey eyes wide in fright.
"So, your planning on telling the Elric's why you need them, but you won't tell us huh? So which is it?" Edward asked.
"W-wait, your the Elric's? But...They must have gotten it mixed up! Your eyes are grey, not gold," he said, pointing at Alphonse.
"The facts you read were correct, it's you that isn't...I'm the older one, not him," Edward told him, "Now what do you want?"
"We have had it brought to our attention that the two of you have been living alone for about 3 years now, correct?" Al nodded, "well, we are bringing you in under the care of the military,"
"Not a chance! We've been doing fine so far, why after three years are you suddenly deciding to do something?" Edward asked.
"I dunno, kid, but orders are orders, and your coming with me," the man said, reaching for Edwards wrist, but instead grabbed Alphonse's, but since he needed him anyway, he pulled him to the police vehicle, and amazingly enough, Edward followed behind, not wanting to leave his little brother alone.
The drive to the city was a long one, and it was after about two hours of driving that they realized that all they had were the clothes on their backs, and two bags of groceries.
"Hey, will we be going back home? We left all our stuff behind, and don't have any clothes with us," Al asked.
"Don't worry kiddo, there'll be clothes at the orphanage, and when you get out, then I'm sure whatever family adopts you will provide you with clothes," the driver told them.
"Hey! Don't even start with that! We are not going to some orphanage, much less get adopted by someone!" Edward snarled.
"Yeah, Dad said he'd be back, I heard him!" Alphonse argued.
"Al, shut up about him, will ya? He's not coming back! Ever!" Edward yelled angrily at his younger brother as he stared out the window.
"Your father is Hohenheim, right?" the man asked.
"Yeah, but they said that the murderer kidnapped him or something," Al muttered.
"Really? That's not what I heard. I heard that Hohenheim-"
"I said SHUT IT!" Edward glared at the driver, daring him to tell his brother more about that night.
"Calm down, Brother," Al said. And the rest of the trip it was mostly silent.
