Sorry for the crappy chapter endings guys. I only write about 1,000 words a time and then post so wherever it ends is wherever it ends...After the story's complete ima blend some chapters together so it'll present better so don't worry :3

"H-how did you know my name...?" Betheny asked the guard wide eyed. The Drachmans simply called her 'girl' or 'Amestrian' or 'whore', so how did he even know her name?

The guard looked around cautiously as if checking to see if anyone was around. He was the only guard down here; It was just him and the prisoners. He seemed to realize this too and he turned to face her with a smirk on his face, which instantly put her on edge. She had heard, even seen the terrible things those smiles led to. She had had to watch two women be violated and then killed, right in this cell. She silently prayed her fate would not be the same.

"Come on Beth. You don't recognize me?" he asked playfully, his smirk growing wider. That pissed her off.

"No I don't! All you scum look the same!" she yelled. She lost her self control for a split second and slapped him right across the face. Well, the deed was done now. There was no use in showing him fear. Surely she was dead meat now, she could at least go out with her pride intact. His head whipped back from the power behind her assault and certainly looked surprised. What wasn't expected was when he started laughing. Her face turned red in anger. "Hey! What are you laughing at, you prick?"

He wiped a few stray tears from his eyes as his chuckles ceased. He brought his head back up to look at her again, this time with a genuine smile on his face as he spoke. "Oddly enough, that put me in a good mood..."

"What are you, a masochist?" Beth asked, bewildered by his behavior. He shook his head with that smile still plastered to his face as he bent down. She wondered what he was doing until she saw and her mouth fell open in shock as he revealed his automail arm and leg, the right arm and left leg to be exact.

"Ed?" he smiled and nodded in response and then brought a finger to his lips, signaling to her to keep her voice down. She nodded herself and complied. Spoke again, this time in a slight whisper. "But how? Your eyes and and..." There was an internal war going on inside her and her mind was racing 100 miles a minute. Why was he here? How did he get here? Did this mean she, as well as the rest of the prisoners, were saved?

"Alchemy can do a lot..." he answered, "How do I look?" he smirked.

"Well, the disguise is pretty good...but you cut your hair...? I liked your hair..." he chuckled.

"Yeah, I did too..." the air of the room quickly changed as they were both reminded of the dire situation they were in. He spoke again, this time in a lower voice and barely audible. "I came to save you guys..."

"Well, how do you plan to do that?" she asked, her voice just as low.

"I've got my ways..." he answered, "Just give me a little time..." Beth looked back at the skinny, hungry children worriedly.

"I don't know how long we can wait," she said. Ed followed her gaze and silently agreed.

"Don't worry, I'll pull through. I always do," he smiled and she smiled back. Maybe there was hope. Maybe they would escape this hell alive.

The cellar door opened and Beth quickly crawled back to her corner, beckoning the children with her. A short, boyish Drachman officer shuffled in.

"Lieutenant Tamm!" he stated, "Your shift is over, sir." Ed smiled and stood from his chair.

"Alvight Sars..." he said, "Lead the way," Sars nodded, turned, and started walking towards the doors. Ed followed, though before he reached the doors he turned his head toward her and winked.

The doors slammed shut loudly. A woman in Beth's cell spoke up. Tina was her name.

"You know him?" she asked curiously.

"Yes," Beth answered, "He's a friend of mine, and he's here to bring us home..."

"Well," Tina said fondly, "I certainly hope he accomplishes his task," she smiled sadly, though there was a small gleam of hope in her eye.

"I do too, Tina. I do too..."

Fuery led Ed out of the cellar, and they walked in silence until they reached their room. "You seem pretty happy..." Fuery pointed out as he sat on his bunk.

"Yeah, I found a friend of mine in the cells...Now I gotta work even faster to get them out,"

"I'm sure you can do it..." Fuery assured, "You've done impossible things before...Oh!" he remembered, "I found a map of HQ for ya," he said handing Edward the map.

"Ah thanks man... You're a lifesaver. This makes things so much easier now..." Ed thanked.

"So, what exactly are you planning?" he asked.

"You know... I could actually use you guys' help..." he started. They kept talking about their plans for escape until Falman walked. The trio then collaborated until they were called out for other jobs, but they now had a solid plan of escape.

"Wahh!" The young woman sighed when her son started crying in the other room. She stopped her packing and stood up. She passed her window on her way to his room. It was snowing heavily, as it always did in North City, and she pulled her light blue sweater closer to herself in a feeble attempt to stay warm.

He was still crying when she reached his small, plain white room. Their whole house was like that, plain and white. Some of the wood molding on the walls was rotting and the electricity got knocked out a lot. In short, they were kinda poor. Though she would never openly admit it. After all, she chose this life, she should be able to support herself as well as her son. So what she was gonna do was going to be a big blow to her pride, but, desperate times call for desperate measures and she couldn't afford to be selfish anymore. She reached her son's rickety crib and picked him up. Now that she held him, his tears slowed and he was no longer sobbing. "Don't worry..." she cooed, rubbing his light brown hair maternally, "We're gonna go see daddy soon and everything's gonna be alright...It'll be alright..." the last part she said more to herself than to him.

A/N: I've been wanting to write this for awhile :3 Whatcha think?