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Lust took a right and continued down the corridor thinking about the past, and thinking how she could possibly trick Mother.
Al rushed down the concrete corridor.
"Mei!" He shouted. He ran past Nina's room when Mei poked her head out.
"What is it Alphonse-San?" Mei asked causing him to jump ten feet in the air shriek.
"Don't do that Mei!" Al practicay screamed, taking deep, DEEP breaths to calm his heart.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." Mei giggled. "What is it you need Alphonse?" Taking one more deep breath he replied,
"I need you to help pack up everything. We only have a day." Mei inhaled sharply.
"Alright."
"I'll take the right side of the hall, you the left?" Al asked. Mei simply nodded her head and Al took off for the far side of the hall to start packing everyone up.
It didn't take long to pack everyone up. Out of the five captives, they shared three suitcases and duffel bags. It only took Alphonse and Russell one trip to carry the bags to the front door. They then sat them down at the thresh hold, Russell shouldered the only semi-empty bag and headed back to the cemented corridor, to make sure that they had packed everything.
Nina ran up to Al.
"Carry me!" She cried cheerily. Al smiled and complied.
"Where are we going?" Nina asked once she was comfortable on his shoulders.
"I was thinking the attic. The window up there gives a beautiful view of the neighborhood." Al said
"Ok." Nina yawned, laying her head on Al's. Al gazed out the open door, watching the sun begin to droop; he sighed and began his journey up to the attic.
Envy shoved past Al, nearly knocking Nina off his shoulders. Al barley refrained from retorting before disappearing around the corner. Envy grumbled and mumbled as he picked up the cases and bags.
He went out to the car, popped the trunk and chunked the baggage in, before turning to retrieve the rest of it. By this time Russell had brought up the bag with nearly anything in it. Envy snatched it from him and Russell disappeared.
The palm tree was about to chunk the last of the luggage into the white van when a military issued car pulled up.
Al was sitting in front of the huge stain glass window. He watch Envy begrudgingly load up the van. He watched the gorgeous sunset. He had read somewhere; that, whenever an artist died, God let them paint the sky, one last time. Al only hoped that he would get to paint the skies when he died, the thought gave him comfort, oddly enough, but comfort none the less.
The sun was barely poking its head above the tall pine trees. Al sighed, and watched Envy carry the last of the bags to the brown striped van, when a black car pulled up, and caused everything to go to shit.
Max: Yes, Yes, I know that I was EXTREMLY late with this update. Yes I know that this is barely 500 words. I have not the slightest idea why chapters 6-10 where so hard to write. But chapter 11 is about to be posted. So rejoice!