Animer's chapter is pretty short but I like it so yeah. She's writing the next chapter as well and I can't wait to see what she writes.
Animer, Ed and I you all and thanks for the favs and comments :3
Plan
Mustang's POV
My heart stopped in time with my breathing. "ED!" Hawkeye practically squealed. I immediately felt for his heartbeat. I instantly relaxed as I felt the faint heartbeat coming from underneath his skin. Suddenly, I tensed again when I realized that his breathing was extremely shallow and his face was tinted red from the heat of the fever. My fists clenched at my side as I angrily stood up and walked over near the front door. "Mustang?" Al carefully asked.
I stomped back and forth; clenching and unclenching my fists as I went. "No, no." I heard someone mutter. Oh wait...that's me. Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, turn. Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, turn. Repeat, repeat, repeat. I suddenly stopped on my heel and turn to look at the others. "I've got it. I'll take Fullmetal and burn a path through the things. Then, I'll get him to the nearest doctor's safely." I declared.
Hawkeye sighed and looked at me sadly. "Sir..." "Ok, ok. Hawkeye, you get your guns and shoot the things." "Sir, I didn't bring my guns." She said. My fist collided with the wall angrily. Everybody looked at me-sad at how worried I was. "Come on. Don't just sit there and pretend a solution is going to pop out of a can." I heavily sat down and forced my head into my hands. "Wait..." My breath caught in my throat as the perfect plan.
"ARMSTRONG!" I yelled, giving him a start. "Do you know where we could find enough metal to...say...cover the car?" "Why?" He asked with narrowed eyes. "I have an idea. If we can get enough metal to cover the car, we can create a shield to protect us from those monsters. We'll get in the protected car and drive away to safety." I stated. "But, sir, how do we know that those things won't follow us?" Hawkeye asked.
"I've been watching. They aren't fast enough to keep up." I grinned at the new hope. "And how do you presume we shape the metal? Only Edward has the alchemical ability to do that." Armstrong questioned further. Darn it...so close... "That's no problem. I can shape metal-I'm made of it, after all." Al said. "You can?" I asked, bewildered. "Of course. Brother doesn't always repair me." Al replied. "Al right. Let's get this started." I declared.