Forbidden Memories Chapter 11

Disclaimer: Someday I swear I'll own it, but not today. Nope.

A/N: GOD! SCHOOL! I'm really sorry but from now until whenever the freakin' thing ends I won't be able to update as often. But I PROMISE the story will continue. OKAY?

Chapter 11

The fire was spreading at an alarming rate. Already fire fighters had been put to work on distinguishing the blaze, and soldiers still rubbing sleep from their eyes were helping women and children evacuate the dangerous parts. A piercing siren wailed, warning everyone of the disaster.

All able-bodied peoples were helping, some simply using wet blankets to beat the oncoming flames. Aware of the increasing chaos, Ed leapt into action when he saw the cowering figure of a small abandoned boy wandering in a burning alleyway. He ran in and seized the boy.

Creak. Ed's eyes darted to the right as the building began to groan. The wooden beams were not going to last for long, but he should be able to make it. He was just about to make a run for it when the boy cried out, reaching over Ed's shoulder and pointing.

"Maa!" he wailed piteously. Ed hesitated, and turned around. There was no sign of the little boy's mother anywhere, but he couldn't be sure. A bead of sweat slipped down as he stood there indecisive of what to do. Then, two things happened simultaneously. The beams on either side started groaning again, and just when Ed decided to make a go for it, his eyes spied something move among the flames.

He had just reached another point of indecision when Al's voice hurried him along. "Go, Ed! I'll see who's there!"

Al watched as Ed hurried the boy to safe shelter. He mentally took a breath and stepped into the flames. They flickered about him, like the heads of many sly snakes, wanting to grab him, but unable to. He caught the shadow of a person among the flames and called out, "HELLO?"

The figure stood there but did not answer.

Al made his way through the wreckage of burning wood. He called out again, but still the figure did not answer. It shifted slightly, as if acknowledging his presence. Strange, he thought when he saw she was holding a bucket of some kind.

Finally, Al plunged through the barrier of debris and placed his hand on the person's shoulder, telling her to hurry out.

The woman did not move. Al looked up at her.

He saw Pacifica's familiar brown hair, her favorite navy blue jacket, and the pants she had worn this morning. When he was just about to call out her name in surprise, the woman turned, as if she was waiting for him to observe her appearance.

Al froze. He was staring into inhuman eyes.

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Worry clouded Ed's mind. When he finally brought the little boy to shelter, his mom was there to receive him. And, when the boy and mom waved to him to thank him, the boy's eyes flashed red for a second and then slowly dulled to a normal blue color.

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A/N: Yea, so there's the latest chapter. I know it's really short but I haven't had much time to write because of schoolwork. –groan-

I promise I'll update the next chapter faster than I did for this one. And I'll have to make it longer too.