Chapter 10 – Of soul and love Part I
Disclaimer: Don't own anything…just Catherine Ederson of course…
A/N: I really think this sucks…but I'll continue it anyway…who can blame me? This is my very first fanfic in my fourteen years of life…
This story is gonna be full of spoilers!!!! So those who haven't watched the anime, watch it first so this story will make some sense…the plots will be changed slightly by yours truly…ME!
Princess de la Luna: I want to thank you so much for continuing to read this piece of crap, and saying it doesn't suck…I really, really appreciate it….tnx a bunch…: - )
Edward: Just get on with the story already…
Me: Shut up pipsqueak…you're so small you don't even have the right to talk to me…
Edward: WHO ARE YOU CALLING A PIPSQUEAK WHO IS SO SMALL HE CAN'T EVEN BE HEARD BY ANYONE HE'S TALKING TO!!! (yelps on me)
Me: (dodge to the side)
Edward: (landed on the floor flat faced)
Me: ON WITH THE STORY!!!
Night already fell when the trio reached the train station. The tracks were still empty, meaning the train hasn't arrived yet from its last trip.
"The train's not here yet." Al concluded. Edward merely replied his silence as he took a seat on the station's waiting area and palmed his head with his arms to relax.
"The train may arrive late this evening or early tomorrow morning so it's better to take this time for some shut-eye." Edward said and closed his eyes to sleep. There was a brief silence until Catherine decided to speak.
"You know, you shouldn't have your house burnt in the first place. It's beautiful and quite the home." Catherine stated which made the brothers' heads turn to her. Her eyes were lost in the tracks, confusing them a little if she's really talking to them.
"Home will just pull us back from what are we going to do. We don't need that." Al added in with the same anguish as his brother has. Catherine let out a sigh.
"Whether you burn it or not, there's no difference." This statement took the Ed and Al to look straight at her who also already has her crimson eyes on them.
"The memories you have in that house. The happiness…the comfort…the pain. It will always remain in your hearts forever even that house is already nothing but ashes in the wind. There are things that can't be destroyed even if you want them to be." She voiced it out coldly, but the intensity in each word was clearly seen in her blood red eyes. Al looked down at his feet in shame, while the older one glanced his eyes to another direction.
Catherine sighed quietly as she watched the boy's tainted souls suffer before her. Yes, she was still mad at them for not listening to her back then. Furious was even the precise word to describe her feelings for them. But then again she could not find the heart to not pity them. After all, they are just kids who wanted their mom back. They are just kids like her who've done foolish things without thinking.
"HELP! MY BAG!" A feminine voice cried for help. Three heads perked to the direction of the sound in response to see a thug dressed in black running away from a lady with a snatched bag in his filthy hands.
"Rest time's over." Edward declared and the other two nodded in response.
"Haha…Loaded for just a day. This job is too easy." The thug muttered to himself in triumph as he looked over his back to see the old lady already tired up on her knees. Unfortunately for this daily bag snatcher, a pair of people blocked his way just in time to stop him. He looked over the small blond kid wearing a stern look on his face. The thug almost laughed and pulled out a gun to point it at Edward.
"Now, now, be a nice kid and go to bed early." He smeared in a fake gentle voice and placed his finger on the trigger. Before he could move a muscle, the ground beneath him glew a blue light and in a second, metal bars grew from the cement ground, knocking his gun in the process before he found himself sealed behind the bars.
"Who's the kid who got out of his crib now, huh?" Edward asked in mocking confidence, showing to the culprit's face the gun he just pointed at him.
"Neat work." Catherine complemented as she tapped the metal cage with her knuckles. The two brothers looked at each other then at her.
"Can't you use alchemy?" Edward interrogated curiously. Catherine was taken off guard by the question. Now how can she answer that simple yet stupidly hard question? She can use alchemy, without a circle even. But in some whirling reason in her head, she just couldn't tell them. In fact, she thinks she didn't want to tell anything to these two. She has no idea if it's out of distrust, or fear.
"You can, right? I saw you back then in our old house. The hole you transmuted from the door." Al inquired thoughtfully, making the girl cringe yet again. Is she going to tell them she can use alchemy? I mean, come on, what's the big deal if they know she can? But then again, there's something telling her that she must not tell them. Maybe she'll just let them know by themselves.
"Nicely done." Another voice complimented, making the trio's attention to be drawn to the uniformed policeman. He is quite chubby but his kind face shown his good intention.
"It's called alchemy." Edward quickly explained. He hated it when people start to think that every magical thing happens is nothing but mystical magic. Alchemy is not magic. It's a science withdrawn by large sacrifices.
The man looked stunned and glanced at the three with more interest.
"Wow. The only person I know who performs alchemy around this place is Majahal." The police wondered thoughtfully.
"Majahal?" Edward asked, his interest suddenly perked by this Majahal guy.
"Yes. He's the only alchemist I knew in this place." The man said. Edward perked his eyes with mere curiosity.
"Where can we find him?" Edward asked with sudden interest, surprising Al and Catherine a bit.
"He lives not far away from here if you took a horse and carriage ride down that road." The old man directed pointing at a certain road outside the train station.
"Let's go and find him." Edward decided.
"Are you sure you want to go there?" The man asked worriedly, fear laced in his voice.
"Why? Is it something dangerous?" Edward asked, his attention is slowly being eaten not only by the familiar name but also by the situation the town may have.
"Rumors say that the town is being rampaged by the dead rising from the grave and took the townspeople's lives in an unnatural way for at least two decades now. So that place has been banned for its supernatural occurrences."
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"I thought we're going to Central." Catherine almost complained from the seat she occupied in the narrow - roomed carriage.
"Yeah, Brother. Why are you suddenly so interested in that Majahal guy?" Al asked curiously.
"It's his name. I read his name from his letters." Edward answered with pure seriousness, his hands crossed over his chest.
"You mean father's letters?" Al asked for correction.
"Yes. I think he can somehow help us regarding human transmutation." Edward said, processing his mind hardly on it.
"We're here." Catherine navigated her attention on the moving road outside. Like what she said, the carriage stopped followed by the neighing of the horse. They soon hopped off the ride and decided to walk the small road towards the town.
"You really think this Majahal will help us in restoring our bodies, brother?"
No answer.
"Brother?" Al called and swiveled his helmet only to see Catherine walking beside him. He abruptly halted from his pace then turned around to call for his brother again, only to find him massaging his back weakly with his hips bended slightly for him to do so.
"You okay brother?" Alphonse asked to a weary faced Edward who looked like an old person suffering from arthritis for walking so slow with a throbbing back.
"My back…feels like hell. Thanks to those granite – like seats plus the bumpy ride. Didn't it bother you…at all?" Edward asked weakly, still rubbing his back as he walked pass Al.
"No." Al answered back as he and Catherine continued their walk with an achy – back Edward leading the way.
"Augh..," Edward said with pain and tiredness, almost envying his brother's senseless, no back aches body.
"Your bones are weak, maybe you're lacking calcium. Drink milk more often." Catherine remarked with her usual calm, cold voice. This just steamed up Edward enough to forget the stupid aching spine.
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SHORT BECAUSE HE DOESN'T DRINK HIS MILK!" Edward yelled at the top of his lungs, but the girl didn't even flinch a little from the boy's loudness.
"I didn't say that." Catherine defended in her still, boring voice which only Edward grumble with more flaring anger.
"Brother, stop it. She didn't say anything like that, geez." Al pursued as he grabbed a hold of his wild raging brother by his coat to prevent him from killing their companion.
"Look." Al fleetingly pointed at one direction, and the other two following his finger. Not far from them, they saw what seems like the town square of the place with lots of glowing lanterns hanging everywhere and numerous tables scattered on the spacious ground for the townspeople to occupy.
"Looks like they're having a party." Catherine commented, her gaze on the amazing environment before her.
"Yeah, and a big one." Al added.
"But they forgot to invite us." Ed said with humor.
BOOM!!!
A firework just exploded about two feet away from them, almost popping the eyes of the trio in surprise and shock. They almost got barbequed there.
"Hey c'mmon! Let's set the fireworks!!" A voice of a girl, about the age of 11, said who is running to Ed, Al, and Catherine's direction. The girl then abruptly stopped after she noticed that there are about three people had gone ahead of her in the town square.
"What are you doing here? Do you know this place is off limits?" The girl, who is wearing an outfit of a paperboy, said sternly. She looks like a boy but her squeaky, feminine voice served as the distict factor. Edward was the first to turn around, the look of what seems like a 'just occurred heart attack' still written all over his face.
"You can get killed, you know." The girl added, looking at them cautiously.
"Yeah. We kinda figured that out." Edward said, sweating.
"You're not from around here, are you?" She asked to the three, who just looked back at her and the other kids she brought with in a blank way. Catherine was the first one to regain her composure and stood before the girl. Not being as short at the age of 11 like Edward, Catherine was a few inches taller than the paperboy girl. The wind swayed her braided red hair resting on her shoulder slightly.(Okay, this will be the style of her hair from now on..)
"We're looking for a guy named Majahal." Catherine asked for information, putting on her formal look on her pale face. The girl merely smirk at her dirtily and chose to ignore her question.
"Let's show these guys, how we welcome strangers." She directed to her other companions, which are all boys about her age, while giving an evil grin towards Catherine. Edward and Al looked back at the other kids dumbly, not really sure what they were planning to do, while Catherine just squinted her eyes at them.
"We don't want any fight. We're just asking if you know about this Majahal guy, right Ed?" Catherine stated, looking back at Ed for an answer.
"Yeah. Can you tell us where he is now?" Edward asked as politely as possible. The girl stayed silent for a bit, taking her time to sway her eyes to the newcomers from head to toe, especially on the big armored guy.
"Why would I? Guys…" With that, five boys circled around them, trapping them on their ground.
"What are you a robot from the future?" A boy asked while poking a twig on Al's armor. He was then stopped when Edward broke his stick into two with his automail hand.
"Stop it." He warned in a dangerous voice, his eyes filled with annoyance.
"Like we said, we don't want any-"
"If you really insist, then I'll give you one." Edward challenged cockily, positioning his self into a fighting stance. Catherine shot him a nasty death glare, followed by Al's too. Even from silent accusation, Edward already got the hint. That totally was an idiotic move he made.
"What?" Ed asked, acting innocently. The kids then began to attack them wildly, sending kicks and assorted rocks and twigs from who cares where in the hell they got them. Catherine dodged them with ease, still sticking on the plan of avoiding a real fight with these barbaric kids. The last thing she wanted now was to be sent to a juvenile center of a town for participating in a ruckus like this.
Meanwhile, Edward and Alphonse were also trying to just duck the consecutive assaults the kids were throwing. They may be kids but teaming as one their strength could fight for the army for sure. The battle continued until all of the other kids went on to fight Ed and Al, leaving Catherine and the girl one on one.
"Look kid, I don't want any fight, okay?" Catherine informed calmly.
"Yeah right." The girl replied mockingly and throw a punch at Catherine. Her attack just hit the air in front of her, and before she knew it, her opponent did a back flip to dodge the attack. Catherine then performed a handstand then spread her legs in the air. In mere seconds, she threw her legs around the girl's waist, pushing her down to the dirt ground. Taking the opportunity, Catherine grabbed both of her wrists then pinned them on the ground. The girl didn't give up that easily as she struggled for freedom.
"Let me go you bitch!" She cried as she wriggled under the stronghold of the red haired alchemist.
"Just give it up already. I could have knocked you down on the face right now if I wanted to." Catherine hissed at her persistence to deal with another fight.
"Then why don't you?" The girl dared as she stopped from moving under her hold, looking back at Catherine's red eyes with green stern ones.
"Because I don't pick on kids like you, it's not really my style." Catherine simply said, earning an indignant growl from the girl for the kid comment.
"CATH!" At the hysteric mention of her name, Catherine replied with a turn of her head to the direction of the voice.
"A LITTLE HELP HERE?" Edward called out meekly from underneath Al who was beneath all the other kids. Oh yeah, they were caught real good.
Catherine couldn't do anything but sweat drop.
"You idiots." She insulted them, annoyance tied in her voice.
"My… back." Edward whined quietly, his ache on his back pumping to life as Al lay above him, crushing him with his metal armor.
"What's going on here?" A new voice came and all heads turn to face it. There they saw a man around his fifties, with long dark hair and quite wrinkly face. He took note of the broken posts used for the fireworks and fixed them quickly with a flash of glowing red light.
"So you're…Majahal." Edward concluded, making the man glance over him.
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"So you're Hohenheim's sons - Edward and Alphonse Elric." Majahal confirmed, looking at the two brothers with curious, amazed eyes. Ed and Al have known that this Majahal was a friend of their father.
The old man was kind enough to welcome them in his cozy house and let them have a cup of tea in his dining room. Majahal's eyes then soon landed on the metal armor sitting beside Ed, making Al shiver a bit.
"I've never seen such perfect soul attachment." He praised which made the three of them flinch in their seats.
"Brother! He knows about me!" Al whispered with shock and worry. Edward tensed at the man's certain knowledge and gazed his golden eyes with sheer interest over the man.
"What can I expect from the sons of Hohenheim. He is a true genius." Majahal added his eyes never leaving Ed's skeptical ones. There is something about this guy. Something wrong.
"What can you say about the rumors about dead coming back to life then attacking townspeople, huh?" Edward asked between bites of the juicy steak. Catherine, who managed to save her manners from her amnesia, gave him a look of disgust.
Boys and their animalistic eating habits.
"Aha…rumors that filled a superstitious town." Majahal said with a chuckle, making him look that he didn't believe in such things. Little did the brothers know that this guy also have his snake eyes darted at Catherine, who looked back at him with a narrowed glare.
"You mean you don't believe them?" Edward asked, his hard eyes never leaving the old man sitting across from them.
"As alchemists we are, we only believe in rational cases of nature and the dead being brought back to life is out of our principles. And we both know that even the dead was brought back to life, it cannot harm any of the living." Edward just sighed in agreement. Even how doubtful this man looks to him, Edward could say he has a point there.
A faint knock on the door interrupted their discussion.
"Excuse me for a second." Majahal excused and went for the door. He opened it to reveal an old woman about his age whose head covered with the hood of her brown cape.
"Good evening to you. Do you need something?" Majahal asked kindly.
"No. I just want to give some strawberry jam to you. I know it's your favorite." The old lady said in her old raspy voice and handed Majahal the jar. Majahal took it happily and gave his thanks.
"Oh, thank you. You're spoiling me too much." Majahal said in a flattered way, flashing the lady a warm smile.
"No, it's my pleasure." She answered and continued to stare at Majahal intensely, as if she wanted to say something.
"Anything else?" Majahal asked, cutting her off in her ride of thoughts.
"No. I must go now. Good night." She bid goodbye and Majahal shut the door and went back to his visitors.
"So, what can I do for the sons of an old friend, hm?" Majahal asked gently to them, rolling his eyes again to the red head girl in the table with them.
"We're here to know about human transmutation." Edward dictated, clearly getting to his point.
"That's a forbidden taboo that no one must be keen to know." Majahal replied.
"I don't care what the causes are! I'm going to bring my brother's body back! And what about you? You were so obsessed about it too! In the letters…" Edward shot back, drawing Majahal back a little. He gave them a small, dry smile.
"Oh that. It was just a product of youthfulness. Foolish youthfulness, I must say." With that, Majahal began his narration of a girl the town once have.
"Twenty years ago, there was a girl who lived in this town. She was known for her exquisite beauty and perfection, as well as her rare blue roses. She delivers her blue roses from her garden to the town from time to time to sell them. But one fateful night, she was caught in an accident while riding her carriage to the town. Since that day no one ever saw her again and her rare blue roses…" Majahal finished with a sad gasp at the end.
"Sounds like an old fairytale any kid would like." Catherine commented, catching the eyes of the old man. She knew his story might be true, just by the look in his eyes as he told them, she just want to get on his nerves and she thinks she just did pretty well.
"Catherine!" Al scolded at her in a whisper/shout voice like a friggin' parent rebuking his child for her impoliteness.
Three knocks pounded on the door.
"My, my, am I famous this night." Majahal said with light humor as he picked up the doorknob then twisted it open to see the girl from before...
"IT'S YOU!" Ed and the girl pointed at each other with accusing fingers in unison.
"You know each other, huh? This will make things easier. Mr. Majahal, I'm sorry for my daughter's behavior, her sister's death is still on her. Clause, apologize now!" The man with Clause, ordered fiercely.
Clause stubbornly ignored her father's command and just glared at Edward.
"NOW!" Her father yelled at her ever so rudely.
"It's not my fault! It's their fault for being wimps as boys!" she argued back. Ed got a stress mark.
"LET ME AT HER! LET ME AT HER!" Edward said in rage as Al holds him by the waist with his arm.
"Oh Clause, you're such a gentle and pretty girl back then. What will your late sister say if she sees you like this." Majahal said with sorry.
"Shut up! You don't understand me! NOBODY UNDERSTANDS ME! That dead girl killed her! That Carin girl killed my sister!" Clause shouted back and ran off.
"Clause!" Her father called for her but was ignored by the girl who snapped around and stormed out of the scene.
Edward and the others didn't say anything else and just ran after her.
"HEY! STOP!" Edward yelled for her as they play tag in the wide dirt road of the town. The girl didn't hear them out and speed her legs up with fresh tears falling from her eyes. Because she isn't paying attention in her way, a rock presented itself before her foot and tripped her over. It didn't end there as she rolled over in a hill leading to a flowing river.
Ed, Al and Catherine gasped in horror. The blond then automatically knelt down and drew a circle on the ground. Before the girl was dipped to the river water, the long flow of fluid turned into hard ice. A look of surprise came to her when she wasn't drowning. She gazed up to see the three people whom she was so uncivil to.
"You're alchemists? And you save me?" She asked in confusion, the idea not mixing well with her beliefs. The trio gave her a 'yes' look and that took her to look down in shame of all she had done to them earlier.
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"It's been two years since my sister died mysteriously from the supernatural rumors that has been spreading in this town." Clause began, sorrow evident in her shaky voice. The trio just stayed silent for more.
"They say she just died but I don't believe them. I know that dead girl killed her…that Carin girl. She took anybody's lives including my sister's." The girl continued, balling her hands into tight fists of anger.
"So what do you say? You're alchemists, right? Can you help me?" Clause asked with hopeful eyes. Edward merely stood up and dug his gloved to his pockets and gazed his gold eyes on the dirty ground.
"I understand why Majahal won't reconsider it." Edward bluntly said, his eyes soft and calm.
"What?" Clause said in disbelief.
"Dead people can't be brought back to life. And even if, there's no way it can harm any living creature. And besides, I don't believe in revenge's motivation." Edward reasoned out in a gentle way, but for the girl, it was harsh enough.
"You're nothing but a bunch of chickens! Posing as alchemists when you're just a cowardly little pipsqueak and a btichy girl with their walking trash can!" The girl barked at them angrily, her offended form already on its feet.
Catherine and Edward both pop a vein in their heads while Al gloomed dark in his seat.
"Pipsqueak?" Edward squeaked in boiling anger.
"Bitch?" Catherine repeated with her right eye twitching uncontrollably.
"Trash can?" Al asked sadly like it's the most insulting thing he's ever heard.
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"Wanna let me show you how bitchy I can be?! You little papergirl!" Catherine said with anger the two brothers had never seen in her. They briefly looked at her wonderly until Edward made his famous move during a time like this. Because Edward always won in a screaming match like this. Always. Especially when it's about the height commentary.
"Nobody calls me a pipsqueak and gets away with it! Not even a little girl!" Edward threatened while raising his fists in the air.
"Oh, is that so. Gosh, I'm so terrified of a whiny little pipsqueak!" Clause said mockingly, steaming more rage out of the chibi alchemist. That's it, she just blown him off.
"SHUT UP AND TAKE A LOOK AT YOURSELF! IF YOU'RE A GIRL LIKE THEY SAY, THEN WHY ARE YOU DRESSED LIKE A PAPERBOY?!" Edward shouted his air out. This didn't pleased the girl and kicked some dirt on his face, literally.
"None of your business!!!" She yelled back and ran off like she did back in the house, leaving a growling Edward with a dusted face. They didn't go after her. The three already got enough of her rude remarks.
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"You can stay in one of my guest rooms for the night." Majahal offered, considering the night is getting deeper.
"Thank you very much sir." Al thanked politely with a bow. Majahal flashed him a smile and quirked his eyes to Catherine again, who noticed him immediately and looked back at him with dreadful crimson eyes.
"Did I already tell you that you have amazing eyes, young lady?" Majahal complimented. Maybe it sounded as a compliment to others, including Ed and Al, but to Catherine, it was nauseating.
"And wonderful eyes means you possess a beautiful and strong soul." Majahal continued, his snake - thirsty eyes never leaving Catherine's crimson ones.
"As they say, eyes are the windows of the soul." He added, which made the red – haired girl burn more holes on him. Al looked back at Catherine and quickly noticed the crouched face the girl is giving the man. He wonders why…
"C'mmon, let's go to sleep." she announced and head for their room. The other two followed suit not long after, leaving the man alone with his sinister smile plastered on his old face.
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"We sure are lucky that Majahal let us stay in his house." Al said while he placed their suitcases neatly on the bedside. He was waiting for an answer, but no one seemed to respond to his indirect conversation.
"What about you Cath? Mr. Majahal sure was nice to you. Although you kinda acted rude to him." Al told Catherine, who has her seat on the bed with her legs crossed.
"Oh, you mean that wacky creep? Yeah right." Catherine said with mock sarcasm. She obviously doesn't like the old man.
"Why would you say that?" Al asked.
"He's just an uncanny, old weirdo." Catherine barked.
"You have a unique way of showing your gratitude to the ones who just offered you a place to stay in." Edward chimed in as he removed his heavy red jacket. Catherine sighed as the two brothers challenge her to defend herself against them and just gave up with a lay of her back on the soft mattress.
"You couldn't understand because he didn't give you the look he's giving me." She reasoned out, her eyes glued on the beige ceiling.
"What look?" Al asked, taking his place on one of the chairs near her bed.
"A look of a hungry predator who just found his dinner, if you know what I mean." Catherine answered as she gazed at the armor. Al gasped worriedly.
"Does that mean he's a pedoph-" Al was abruptly cut off by a boot (obviously belongs to Catherine)been thrown at him, knocking his helmet off.
"Stop thinking dirty things you metallic perv. I don't mean anything like that." Catherine retorted in gritted teeth.
"Then what are you trying to say?" Edward asked this time.
"That there's something fishy about him. I can feel he's doing something wrong." Edward inwardly flinched as he heard what she said, because he just had the same feeling about that old guy.
"Yeah, and about the zombie issue. It really sounds..."
"Suspicious and irrational." Edward finished Al's sentence. The three remained utterly silent when a creaking sound made its way to Catherine's ears. She shot her head to the wall right to her, hearing that the strange sound came from that way. She wanted to ask the two if they heard it too, but since they didn't react a little, she guessed maybe it's just her imagination.
"What is it Cath? Something wrong?" Al asked her and she tore her eyes away from the wall to look at him, still dazed at the weird sound she just heard.
"It's…nothing." She lied slowly, resting her head fully on the pillow. Maybe she just needed some rest. Content with that thought, she put her palms under her head and surveyed the details of the cream – painted ceiling.
"Why don't we go out there and get to know about the people here? I think they're having a feast or something." Al informed, catching both Ed and Catherine's gazes.
Edward sighed.
"As much as I don't want to go out in that crowded place, let's do it for a little investigation. I really do feel odd about this place." Edward replied, standing his ground and made his way towards the door. Catherine replaced her view with the one seen on their window, different colors of light were glowing from the special gathering happening below them.
"Coming Cath?" Al asked, once again tearing Catherine from her own world.
"Yeah."
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As the trio walked down the hallway of the house, the squeaking sound from earlier came back to Catherine's sharp ear. She abruptly stopped from her tracks and shot her head to the direction where she heard the disturbing noise and was surprised that she came face to face with a wall.
I was certain I heard it from there…She thought as she observed the wooden wall with hard eyes.
"Hey, are you going or not?" Al asked, who had already reached the front door of the house, waiting for her to come as well.
"I think I left something in the room. Go on without me. I'll catch up later." She lied smoothly, convincing Al perfectly. She waited for the armor to be out of sight and earshot before she began to press her ear against the brown wall. She swiped to different parts of the wall until she finally heard the familiar noise. She pulled away her ear and touched the certain part of the wall, reading carefully the lines that designed the wood.
"What is that sound?" She asked quietly to herself, tapping the wood softly. She didn't stop there and began to give the wall some harder blows. Patience drained from her and she threw a powerful kick on the wood. Out of her expectation, the wall cracked open like a normal door. It looks like a secret passage.
She gasped when she eyed the mannequins sitting neatly on the wall cabinets of the hidden room. They were female mannequins, detailed with long, curly brown hair. If they were dressed with clothes, you can't even determine if they are real or not.
"What the…hell are these?" she said in utter shock.
"What a good girl, saving me the trouble of kidnapping." A sinister cackle came from her behind. She completely turned her body in one breath to look at the first man they met in this place.
"Majahal?" She was pissed with herself that she was even surprised.
"I knew you were a sick bastard at first hand. What wild games are you doing with these dolly toys of yours? Huh?" Catherine said sternly, her firing red eyes never leaving the man. Majahal just gave her a dark smile.
"You'll find out yourself." He simply answered and with that, a quick pang from her back head brought her to total blackness.
A/N: Cliffie!!! This is the starting point of the spoilers of the anime….so this story is like a reversed version of the FMA anime….but a lot of plots are gonna be changed, like this one…if you watched the anime…you'll easily spot the changed I made…please more reviews….all kinds of reviews are acceptable here, just leave a review the time you read this…please? I crave for them…
By the way, I'll update the next part soon….