Chapter 9
Back to Headquarters
"Dammit, Blade! How the hell did you end up in the hospital without a scratch?" yelled Mustang in his office as the trash can suddenly ignited.
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"Colonel Mustang speaking."
"Roy! It's Maes. I just wanted to say that... MY ELYSIA IS TURNING THREE THIS YEAR! WHAT ARE YA GONNA GET HER!"
SLAM!
"Don't take it out on the phone, sir," Riza said as she came through the door.
"1st Lieutenant Hawkeye, it was Hughes again. He's obssessed with that little girl of his," moaned Mustang.
"Well she is cute, sir."
"Anyways," Mustang breathed trying to change the subject, "How's Blade doing?"
Riza sat down on the sofa and crossed her legs.
"He's doing better. The hospital's releasing him tonight," replied Hawkeye.
"I heard that ther were some complications with him. What's the problem?"
"He's missing aportion of his brain. If that wasn't strange enough, he has an automail blade coming out of his left arm. That's his normal, human arm."
"What? How? This doesn't make any sense."
"The part of his brain that he lost had all of his pain nerve receptors connected to it. He can't feel pain, so that's why he can create the blade."
"Well, since all of his pain is gone, I have better news for him," Mustang stated sarcastically, "He has more paperwork the day after he gets out of the hospital and back to HQ."
"He'll be excited," breathed Riza sarcastically.
"What the hell do you mean?" Edward yelled at the doctor wit his medical records, "How am I not going to be able to walk?"
"As it says on this medical record," the doctor started, "something happened and you now have no bones in your right leg."
"Okay, I can work around this," groaned Edward, "Hey, sir, do you have any spare calcium phospate lying around with some extra bone marrow?"
"Um... I'm sure we do, but why do you need them?"
"You'll see..."
"Alright, here's everything. Now what are you going to do, "wondered the doctor.
"You'll see..." Edward clapped his hands put his hands on his leg where the components were, and he was healed.
"How... how the hell did you do that?" gaped the doctor, clearly amazed.
"Alchemy," replied Edward.
"But why would you need that calcium and marrow?"
"Alchemy's First Law of Equivalent Exchange is that," 'In order to obtain, something of equal value must be lost.' So I needed the components to make myself some new bones. Can I go now?"
"Yes... let this man go... check your self out in the lobby."
"Thanks," finished Edward as he grabbed his coat and jeans and walked out.
"Riza, go back to your office and finish your work," ordered Mustang.
"What... Yes, sir," Riza got up off the sofa and walked out of the office.
As she closed the door Roy slammed his hands on his desk.
"Dammit! How the hell did you end up without a scratch! Was it because of his pain loss? No, it couldn't be. I have to find out the source of that power and use it to become Furher!" yelled Mustang while torching everything he could in his office, "I'll have to get him to talk, but how? Wait, I'm a higher ranking officer. I'll force him to talk! That's right, he's at my mercy, everything I say goes! He'll tell me and I'll be unstoppable!"
"Colonel? I'm back. What was all the yelling about, Musta-
SNAP
A flame shot right past the side of Edward's head. He jumped back and created a blade from his right arm.
"What the hell are you doing!" Edward yelled.
"Now, as a higher ranking officer, I demand you tell me how you came out of that accident without a scratch!" Mustang snapped again and caught fire to the sofa.
"What the hell are you talking about?" yelled Edward as he kept dodging flames shot from Roy.
"Whatever you did, you almost died, you survived, andyou're gonna tell me how you did it!" Roy demanded as he shot firebolt after firebolt at Edward.
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about! Fine then, if you don't want to listen, you'll have to fight!"
