Chapter 4: On the Train and "Find her"
Scar got closer to the train station. He parked the car that was ten feet away from the train port. He got some chains that he found in the back seat and chained both of Faith's hands.
"Like that's not notice able," Faith said.
"Who said that you were going to wear that?" Scar asked.
Faith looked at him confused. Scar rolled his eyes and covered her with his cloak.
"Eww," Faith complained.
"What?" Scar asked.
"This stinks," Faith complained.
"Does it look like I own a washer?" Scar snapped.
Faith rolled her eyes. Scar got out of the car and went to Faith's door and pulled her out.
"Can't you be a bit more gentle?" Faith asked.
"Why? Your a military scum," Scar grumbled.
"That is true. But at least I'm not a stinky Ishballan," Faith defended.
"Your one too."
(People saying burn randomly in the background.)
Faith just stared him down.
"Let's go before we miss the train," Scar complained.
Scar pulled Faith to the train port. No one was looking at them because there was no one there. He sat down and waited for the train as Faith stood up and eyed him.
"Your going to be doing that all day," Scar warned.
"Can't you at least put a shirt on," Faith said sticking her nose up.
"Why does it bother you?" Scar asked as he flexed his chest like the Rock in The Game Plan.
"Just put a shirt on you man slut," Faith snapped.
"Your so an Ishballan girl," Scar laughed.
Faith put her head down, "Don't call me an Ishballan girl."
"Why? It is true."
"JUST DON'T," Faith snapped.
Scar looked at her. He couldn't really read her emotions. As they looked at each other the train started to come. The doors opened and no one came out.
"Are you guys coming?" asked the man.
Scar took one last look at Faith and stood up to go in. Faith followed him not wanting to feel pain in her wrists.
The train started to move as they headed to the back of there part of the cargo. There weren't a lot of people on the train so it was easy to make conversation. Faith sat by the window and Scar looked up head.
"Why is it that you don't want to be called an Ishballan girl?" Scar whispered.
Faith didn't answer. She just looked at the window.
"Why are you so ashamed of who you are?" Scar asked.
Still Faith didn't answer.
"What sort of lies did the military put into your head?"
Faith just turned her head and looked at her lap.
"I guess it is to personal," Scar suggested. He put his feet on the seat across him and folded his arms. With his body asleep he listened to everything that Faith was doing. He didn't hear her trying to reach for something. She wasn't showing any resistance at all.
What kind of soilder is she? Scar thought. Why would she not want to be an Ishballan girl. They are usually the only kinds of girls that have real fun.
Then he heard Faith shift. He opened one eye and saw that she curled up to a small ball near the window.
"Don't ask me those questions again," she whispered.
Scar opened both of his eyes and looked at her. She must be confused, Scar thought. Scar shook his head. He couldn't believe that he thought that she was confused. She must be acting.
Scar closed his eyes and said, "Nice acting job. So where are you friends? When I first saw you, you sounded like you were the big boss. So why all of a sudden you are so sweet and innocent?"
Scar heard her breathing and it was normal. He opened his eyes and looked at her again. She was sleeping. What is it with women and there sleep? Scar thought.
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"Sir," said a soldier.
"Yes," said a man. He had long black hair that came to his back and was up in a pony tail. He was seven feet tall. He wore a black tux. His eyes were a violet color. He had some muscles but not as much as Scar.
"Faith has been kidnapped," the soilder said.
"WHAT?!!" the man snapped.
"I'm sorry sir," the soldier said bowing down.
"Who's got her?"
"A man named Scar," said the soldier near the door.
"Isn't he the one that kills alchemist?" the man asked.
"Yes sir," the soldier confirmed.
"Hm," the man said.
"What do you want us to do?" the soldier asked.
"I want you to find her. But tell me when you do. I want to kill Scar myself," the man grinned. He winked at the dark wall in front of him and a darker black slash cut the wall revealing the next room. In the next room a women that had long Rupunzel white hair, dark skin, and a slender body with big boobs was inside a tank with glowing water. On her mouth and nose she had a mask on so she could breath. She also wore a tight white dress that was strappless that came to her knees.
"Don't worry Anya. Your daughter will come back saftely," the man said touching the glass.
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