Chapter 12
"What do you mean Mustang's gone!" I yelled at the lady behind the military desk. She wore a Millitary female outfit; obviously she has only done office work. Her badge said "Darleen Mason".
"I'm sorry Major Elric; soon as you boys were deployed he went on a mission, top secret." She smiled patiently but honestly she was pissing me off.
"Listen here-!" I was about to yell but my bother walked in front of me and started to speak to the women in a non-hostile tone.
"I'm sorry about the rush Ms. Mason but if you haven't heard the military medical tent was raided and we need to speak to General Mustang very soon," His girl-like voice made her less defensive against us, my muscles relaxed in my face. "Our friend was taken hostage, please Ms. We need to get her home safely, if you could just help us out a little." He continued but my insides hurt hearing about Wi- her being held hostage again.
"Lieutenant Elric like I said before he is on a top secret mission, we cannot contact him in anyway. The only person who may know about his where about is Riza Hawkeye-" I didn't even bother listening to her anymore soon as she mentioned Riza I took off around the corner trying to find her office.
"Brother! Thank you, sorry we have to go," I hear Al yell for me "Ed! Stop! You don't even know where you're going!" His rushed footsteps follow behind me.
"The hell I do!" I yelled behind me, I knew this place like the back of my hand. I turned a few more corners and mentally recalled Mustangs office in Briggs. The few times we have been here he stayed in the same place each time. My guess Riza took over the room/office while he has been gone. Just few more turns... I thought as I took a right, then a left. I opened the door and saw the blonde cleaning off a gun behind a desk. "They took Winry!" I just said her name; the reality of it sinks in. I might not ever get her back. Hell Winry could be dead right this moment.
"Nice to see you too Edward," Riza didn't even look up, she just continued to clean her damn gun. This pissed me off even more. She is acting like she doesn't even care.
"Did you hear me!" I'm shouting now. "Winry have been stolen from me! She could be dead by now! And all you are doing is cleaning you gun!" My anger makes my voice rise even louder, my hand are shaking in complete anger.
"I know." Is all she said. I know. The words echo in my head. I know. The thought disgusts me that they knew this whole time.
"You know!" I'm yelling even louder now. "You know! Why the hell haven't you done anything dammit! Did you hear me! WINRY COULD BE DEAD! And you- you people knew this whole time! Disgusting! How dare you do that to her-"
"Are you done yet?" Riza interrupted me. "Yes we knew okay." She slammed the gun on the desk and stood up and walked right up to my face. "Did you also know General Musting is dead!" Her face is merely inches from mine, tears stream down her face. Dead.
"What?" My brain tried to grasp the information that it just recived, but it kept rejecting the information. Mustang. Dead. Finally my brain takes hold of the information and it sinks in.
"What the hell is going on in here?" Al finally arrives in the room.
"Mustang's dead." I say quietly.
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"Wait, you know each other?" Lucy's confusion was painted clearly upon her face. I nodded my head slowly still unsure if that was Mustang.
"Yes, I am General Mustang. Nice to meet you," Then the alarms sounded letting everyone know that we have escaped. "Shit, good thing I planned for something like this," Mustang walked over and kicked around a few times then smiled. "Here," He pointed to the ground.
"You want us to lie down?" Lucy stole the words out of my mouth.
"Oh silly me," You could hear the sarcasm imbedded in his voice. He clapped his hands together and pressed on the floor. A pixelated square was shown on the ground and he lifted a handle that also formed. "Get in, there's fresh food and medical necessities inside." Lucy looked at me unsure if we should trust this man. I nodded my head and walked towards the trap door and stepped inside, Lucy followed me inside. I looked up at Mustang.
"Th-ks." My voice was still harmed by the choking but I think he could tell I was trying to say thanks.
"No problem, I'm going to seal it now with alchemy. It will be sound proof so talk all you want. Oh and there's a light right there," He pointed to a string hanging from the top of the hideout. "I have to go," With that he shut the door and sealed it shut, encasing us in darkness. Lucy pulled the string and the whole thing lighted up. It was about the size of our cell but much better.
The walls were lined with shelf's full of canned goods, this place was meant for a long time stay. I rushed up to a can and ripped open the lid and gobbled down the food in side. It tasted like tomato soup, but I wasn't entirely sure. As of this point I just wanted something that wasn't moldy and too small proportioned. The light helped a lot; it gave a sense of… hope? I think that's the best word to describe the shelter. Everything was white except the shelves and the food. Towards the end of the shelter I found the medical supplies, it was more like a mini hospital. It had everything to band aids to anesthetics to surgical knifes. There was even an operating table. Lucy walked up behind me and picked at the equipment.
"Let's get you all fixed, get on the medical table so I can look at the damage in your throat," Lucy paused awkwardly realizing she really had nothing wrong with her except being a little underweight and bruising. "And any other wound they inflicted on you," She finished like the words were hard to speak; they were hard to hear that's for sure. I couldn't really argue anyways knowing that I was in very bad shape and the fact that I sounded like a dying fish speaking. When I went to lie down on the table it felt like every single injury started hurting. My broken rip where I was kicked, my lower back where I was shot, my arm where I was cut, my throat where I was choked, my wrist where I was tied with rope, my face where they hit/punched me, even my nose where I think now it may be broken. Everything hurt. I couldn't help but let out a horrible sounding noise from the pit of my stomach from all the pain, ironic even doing that brought pain instead of relief.
Lucy took off my shirt, she had to pull a little to get the caked on blood from the gun shot. Lucy gave me some pain killers to numb the pain, it worked wonders. I was still in pain but it was 90% lessened. She rolled me on my stomach and started cleaning out my bullet wound, I felt pain but I couldn't imagine the pain I would have been without the pain killers. "Your bullet wound is deep but it will be alright as soon as I stich it up, how are u faring Winry? Tap the table twice for good once for not good," I tapped the table twice and she nodded her head and got to work. I winced a little when she started to sew my skin but it got better as I got use to the pain. When she was done she moved to my long gash on my arm from the knife. "Eh, this one is real deep. Why didn't you say anything?" She mumbled more stuff but what could I do to object? I wanted to say I really didn't feel the pain because all of the adrenaline surging throughout my veins, but I could barely croak out thanks to an old friend. She starting sewing my torn flesh together, then she moved to my bruised and rubbed raw wrists. After that I dosed off a little from the pain killers.
"You all right Win?"
"Yes, I am fine. Ed what's going on, why are you here?"
He touched my throat gingerly and traces the bruising carefully with his tough fingers. "You're safe now. Win…"
"Winry! Wake up!" I jolted awake making Lucy hand jam into my throat coursing pain and choking me a little. I was coughing badly, each cough made more pain surge through my throat. The pain killers wore off. I though sourly as my wrist, arm, and back starting coaxing pain into every nerve. I slowly stopped coughing and laid hard back down on the table. "I'm so sorry! You were trying to talk and I wasn't sure if you were talking to me and I couldn't understand what you were saying, besides I had to wake you up and check your throat-" Her speedy apology was cut short by a loud muffled noise from above us. I sat up ignoring the pain and stared at the ceiling with terror. "W-was that a gunshot…?" Lucy spoke with fear and panic; I was thinking the same thing. I forgot about the complete mess we left up there for Mustang.
For a while we looked timidly at the ceiling fearing to speak, or move. We listened for anymore noises but herd nothing. That had to be a gun shot, nothing else would penetrate the sound proof barrier Mustang built. I thought confirming my fears, I glanced at Lucy. Her face was paler than usual. She looked as if she was going to jump at any noise. I grabbed her fingers making her jump a little but she looked down at me, I lie back down and smile so she would relax a little. I then pointed to my throat letting her know to continue on her work to fix me up. She smiled a little and her color was coming back to her. She opened my mouth and peered in with a flash light.
I could only think of one thought. Mustangs dead.
A/N: Hey sorry guys I forgot to post the next chapter date on my last chapter! Well I'm sorry for that! The next chapter should be out between 1/27 – 1/29. If not I will let you know why with a quick AN page. Anyways, if you like The Hunger Games you should really check out my new fanfics for them! Let me know if you read them! Love you guys!
~wolly0330
