AUTHOR'S RAMBLINGS
Hey there peeps! I should be studying, but I decided to write instead. It's even 1,379 words! You should all be both proud and mad at me! Proud because I updated and mad because doing this is probably going to get my PC taken away! THis Chappy is dedicated to Ciel Farron for being the first to review the last chappy! X3
Chapter 9: The Fuhrer's Arrival
Rufourd stayed close to Rowe, the latter may be on probation, but he was still participating with the defense of their current position. They couldn't afford to be pushed back any more. The Fullmetal Alchemist had vanished from the battle field and no one was quite sure where he had disappeared to. He wasn't in the medical area or any of the temporaries that had been set up for patients who were immobile and no one had seen the telltale flash of blue or heard a signed-then-shouted command in just as long, if not longer. There hadn't been any large transmutations the last hour and Rufourd was worried.
Sure he could be sarcastic to a fault and often irked people around him with snarky comments, but he had a small soft spot for kids and had once been a prisoner of war. There had been torturer, not much, but he'd gone through it. A lot of his abrasive shell was just an act, so naturally he was worried for the golden blonde, although he hadn't actually met him personally. He'd seen him rescue Roleign though, and he was grateful for that.
Suddenly a huge group of engines sounded off from behind the Amestrian lines and there was momentary panic until they realized exactly what all of the civilian cars contained. Ammunition and reinforcements. Almost simultaneously, the Cretians also received reinforcements. They were in for a huge battle.
Same time, city near Western Headquarters
"Hawkeye!" Mustang suddenly barked. The suitcase carrying soldier raised an eyebrow at him.
"Yes Sir?"
"I think I know a way to get us there, but it's probably going to be very rough-" A piece of chalk was shoved into his hand.
"Whenever you're ready Sir." Half a minute later they were flying through the air on a stone column, much like the ones that Edward used to travel during flights. IT hurtled them several hundred meters before collapsing on itself. And so the process was repeated for the next half hour until they reached Western Command.
They didn't waste much time, when they walked in and everything was empty, they rushed outside to listen… And heard the distant 'boom' of a cannon going off. Mustang catapulted them towards all of the shouts.
Somewhere in an abandoned corner of the battle field…
Edward Elric lay, unconscious among bodies of those who had died, taken down by the bullets that had gotten around the walls he had transmuted. One such wall had collapsed on top of him, which was why no one had seen and subsequently killed him. He was not in the state of sleep or rest or even night-terrors. Blood however, was dripping from the top of his head and his automail leg appeared to be bent the wrong way due to a particularly vicious tank that had barely missed the rest of him as it steam-rolled past. Something was also wrong with the wiring in his right arm and, were he awake, it would still be functioning, but at a huge amount of pain to the alchemist. Thankfully, he'd only been laying there for a half-hour, but he'd been fighting with the dead men around him for the half-hour previously. To the right of the collapsed wall lay the body of Private Lawrence Wiggem with his brown eyes glassy and staring unseeing-ly straight ahead. Other bodies surrounded the pair, and the whole group, counting the unconscious alchemist, counted seven in total.
Somewhere else on the battle field, people noticed the absence of six people in particular, amazingly enough, there had been very few KIA, only casualties in the sense of injured. Everyone noticed the lack of the Brig. Gen. though, and they were extremely nervous. Somewhere behind them came the whoosh of something heavy moving very fat towards them and soldiers in the med station turned, ready to fire… Only to halt as a stone column crumbled to end the transport of Fuhrer Mustang and Col. Hawkeye. Salutes were exchanged, suitcases dropped, gloves pulled on, guns reloaded, and the pair was off, without saying a word.
Even with the reinforcements they had received and the massive quantities of ammo, the front lines of Amestris were still being pushed back because the Cretians were using offensive alchemy and the Amestrians, with the disappearance of Brig. Gen. Elric, were without an alchemist. Until a snap sounded and with a fanfare of fire, Fuhrer Mustang arrived. From then on, the entire tide of the battle was changed back on itself. Sure, Fullmetal had been a key factor, but Mustang was more experienced, and he was pissed.
The Cretians hurriedly retreated, passing the broken down section of wall without a second glance, a gleam of metal was spotted, but stopping to investigate wasn't an option with Mustang on their tails. However, when the Fuhrer spotted the metal, sticking at all the wrong angles and all of the wrong bits missing, it meant so much more to him.
"Fullmetal!" he screamed. As he dove down to dig, a few soldiers moved to help him, those who saw the bodies of friends, but the majority of their army pursued the Cretians to the site of their original campsite.
It took ten minutes to excavate the wall completely; instead of just being one wall, it was a series of several walls that had collapsed. Unfortunately, Mustang couldn't just use alchemy to move the rocks, because he wasn't sure exactly who all was underneath of the wall. If someone was in just the wrong position, he could kill them by accident. He just prayed that Edward wasn't dead. As soon as the last huge chunk of rock was moved, the Fuhrer jumped into position and pulled his subordinate free. When he saw the state of the automail leg fully, he cringed. There was no way Edward would be walking soon.
"Someone help me get him to medical!" a soldier with light brown hair and green eyes helped to lift the surprisingly heavy alchemist; he might be small, but muscle mass was heavier than fat and automail wasn't exactly the lightest thing in the world. The pair half shuffled and half crabbed back towards where the medical station had been set up. Half way there, a team of field medics found them. They put the alchemist on a stretcher and the soldier who had come to help went with him, a bandage was wrapping his shoulder. A female medic put out a hand to stop him.
"You're Fuhrer Mustang?" she asked politely, just as a formality, after all, everyone knew who the Fuhrer was. He nodded quickly, sensing that what she was going to tell him was extremely important. "Alright, we had an incident yesterday, I'm sure you're already aware, but the Brig. Gen. was shot as a preventive measure because he wasn't conscious, but he was about to perform alchemy. I wasn't present for that, but I was one of the people who treated him afterwards. For him to be up and about earlier today, he had to have used alchemy to heal himself."
"He did what?!" Mustang asked, suddenly furious with his subordinate.
"I'm sorry Sir, but he did. And… I was also trying to help sedate him for the surgery. We couldn't even keep him under for five minutes Sir. He ended up being conscious during the operation."
"There's nothing you could've done about that." Mustang ran a hand through his hair, it was only 1030 in the morning and it was already a very long day.
"Well, Sir… He also is suffering from night-terrors and if we can't find a way to keep him knocked out… He can't stay here." Mustang eyed the girl carefully, looking her straight in the eye, and nodded.
"Very well. You have my authorization and twenty-four hours to find a sedative that is safe and will keep him knocked out for over an hour in small doses." The nurse nodded and scurried off, no doubt to inform Edward's doctor. After glancing around to make sure there was no one to see him, Mustang dropped down to sit on a small boulder and put his face in his hands. Why the hell did Edward always have to end up in the deepest amounts of trouble?
AUTHOR'S RAMBLINGS
Ugh... This chappy was hard to write the ending for... And the dialogue with the nurse is all awkward... Oh well, it gets the point across. Anywho, time to reply to the stuff that was typed in the magical box with the clickies! XD
Ciel Farron: I'm glad you liked it!
Gyneth-Coral-Melody-Laterza: Well, maybe not killed, but greviously injured is always a bonus. It gives me an excuse to hide his shirt! XD
Triforceofwisdom: Thanks for reviewing!
Joker Oak: Eh, thanks for the help, but I still have to do well for the stupid exam. If I fail, my mom won't let me do my school musical in the spring!
199: Yeah, that was to you with the egg last chappy. And it sucks because she's a nice person, she sits with us bandies sometimes at the football game, she just really sucks at her job and no one's nice enough to want to talk to her. Sure, there are people who are fine without explanations that make sense and they fly through the class and make the rest of us look bad! And yeah, but Mustang's team still have to asauge their consciences now with the fact that they turned Edward into this, starting when he was twelve. I don't know about you, but that would give me nightmares.
Victorious-Mind: Poor Eddy-kun... I just can't seem to stop his torture... And see? Fuhrer Bastard is here now so it'll be okay!
Thank you to Ciel Farron, Gyneth-Coral-Melody-Laterza, Triforceofwisdom, Joker Oak, 199, and Victorious-Mind for doing their whatnot in the last chappy. Anyways, like I've now said several times, don't expect everyday this week! I might, I repeat might be able to update on Wednesday, but I don't know for sure because I have THeology and History on Thursday. If any of you feel the curiosity or the need to support me through my misery, here's my schedule.
Monday: Last minute reviews
Tuesday: Spanish II and Honors Geometry
Wednesday: Honors Chemistry and Study Hall
Thursday: Theology and Honors US History
Friday: Honors American Lit and Band
So, in other words, boring day, easy day, hellish then boring day, slightly difficult but still boring day, and easiest exams ever. For band, I have to play sixteen measures of music from a group of three songs. I have second part for two of them and the one I have first part on only goes up to high 'G'. Pff, my solo goes up to high 'D'. (I play trumpet for all of y'all who didn't know. This is my... *counts on fingers* seventh year playing trumpet. I've been playing since I was... nine and ten months old (I think?). There ya go, now you can guess how old I am too~! Okay, so I probably won't write to you guys again until Wednesday, like I said. Sorry!
