Tigger: I finally got some creative juices flowing. It's kind of short but I thought I left it off with a lot of suspense.

Ed: One of your reviewers is going to stab you one day.

Tigger: I know. Please bury me with my manga when you do.

Al: They won't really stab you, will they?

Tigger:....I hope not

Amy: They can't stab you through a computer Tigger.

Tigger: Hey you're right! In that case I will thank all my reviewers. So thanks to xWeaselxWolfx, howling wolf mika, flame alchemist1, IceFire Dragon Alchemist73, Goldenfightergirl, BAYALE, Ishmari14, TheInkDragonRosette, The Sora-muffin, BIRDZILLA, Mudheart, Lonelyfairy, Psychotic Pyro Fairy, Wandering Hitokiri, the sugar-crazed alchemist, NAO-chan33, Devonlizz, Shining Ducky, , Saruhno, Moonrise31, JHelqvest, Cap'n BunBun, and Nut and Shell.

Amy: That's alot.

Tigger: YEP NOW ONTO THE CREEPY HORROR CHAPTER I WROTE!

Amy: Wait..WHAT?


Somehow before Amy knew it, it was time for her date. The past twenty hours were all a blur. All she had done was worry and hope this day would never come. That the earth would just stop spinning or that time would freeze, but that didn't happen. Instead time seemed to race by so everytime she looked at the clock another hour had passed. Amy thought she had slept, eaten, written part of her report, but she couldn't be sure. She was sure she showered though (she smelled clean) and she was positive Winry had taken her shopping (this certainly wasn't her outfit).

At one point Amy had dreamed. Whether she was awake or sleeping when the dream occurred was a mystery to her. It had been similar to the one at the hospital except this time the girl was more frantic. She kept screaming to watch her back. But that moment had passed and Amy had suddenly found herself doing something else and another hour was down the drain.

Amy had then started praying for something to happen. For Milo to turn himself in. For the police to find some evidence. For the homunculi to show up and attack so she wouldn't have to go. For them to find the Philosopher's stone. For a portal back to her world to open up right next to her. But none of that happened. It had been a perfectly normal day with a guy with two missing limbs, a soul in a suit of armor, and an automail mechanic.

Now she was standing outside the hotel. Ed and Al were no where to be seen and Amy was beyond nervous. Petrified. Terrified. Scared stiff. Those were all excellent ways to describe her current mood. Her palms were sweaty, her mind was racing, and she just wanted to run away as fast as possible. Amy glanced at the clock in the window display across the street. It was 4:59. If he wasn't here by 5:01, Amy was bolting. She didn't care what Ed said or the deal Winry had made. She did not want to be here!

"Why am I here anyway?" Amy asked herself.

"Two words," her mind replied, "Guilt trip."

Amy clenched her (technically Winry's) purse tighter. Damn Ed! Damn him and his persuasion skills. And damn Al for being the voice of reason!

"You look very nice Miss Amy," a voice came from Amy's side.

Amy spun to see Milo standing beside her. He gave her a charming smile and bowed slightly. It seemed unfair that a possible murderer could look so handsome. In fact Amy felt rather plain next to him. On the bright side, Winry had done an excellent job at hiding all of her injuries. Without her typical clothes Amy hadn't been able to hide the discolored bruises or the scratch on her forehead. That was where Winry had stepped in with a trusty bag of make-up and some smart fashion choices. She had applied, smeared, dusted, buttoned, and fitted Amy until she was presentable.

Amy was wearing a pair of nice black pants, a pair of blue open-toed sandals, and a white blouse with a close-fitting blue vest over it. Her hat was in the hotel as Winry had banned her from wearing it for the evening. Milo however was dressed in a nice collared green shirt that had the top two buttons undone and a pair of immaculate white pants. The kind of pants Amy would have definitely spilt something on if she had been wearing them.

"You look nice too," Amy said shyly (she was actually quite proud of herself for speaking at all).

Milo held out his arm and Amy stared at it. She was unsure of whether to take it. She remembered the chills from last time and what if he was only trying to pull her closer so he could stab her? Milo took her arm without waiting for a response and began to pull her along. He was either completely oblivious to her hesitation (which Amy doubted) or he was pretending not to notice. Goosebumps appeared on Amy's arm where Milo had grabbed it and she found it rather hard to concentrate on what Milo was saying when her mind was screaming "RUN FOR IT!" over and over again.

"Unfortunately we can't go to the diner you were at yesterday," Milo told her, "I'm afraid I'm not welcome there, but there's another restaurant we can go to. They have outdoor seating. It's a good thing it's so nice out."

Milo looked at her waiting for a response.

"Really nice out," Amy agreed trying to hide her nervousness, "Have you eaten there before?"

"Yes, but not outside. I'm sure you'll enjoy it though," Milo reassured her.

"I won't enjoy anyplace with a murderer sitting right across from me!" Amy thought inwardly, but on the outside she just nodded.


Ed and Al trailed after Amy. They had to keep out of sight. Sure it would have been easier to track from a crowd but Al was fairly recognizable and Ed had a way of drawing attention to himself. Mostly they travelled through alleys behind the buildings and Ed would dart up a fire escape if they ever lost sight of the couple.

Currently the two were sitting on a rooftop with a high ledge. They were watching Amy and Milo dine at a restaurant across the street and a few buildings down. It was a good hiding place but from this distance neither Ed nor Al could hear Amy's conversation.

"Brother aren't we too far away?" Al asked as they peered over the roof's edge.

"The damn bastard will notice us if we get any closer," Ed grumbled.

He was not happy with the way this was going. This job was supposed to be easy and quick. Milo was supposed to reveal something and have been arrested already, but Ed had underestimated him. Milo was definitely sharper then the average person. He had almost spotted Ed and Al a couple of times already. It was if the man was on the lookout. Ed frowned. If Milo knew the circumstances of the situation then why did he agree to this date? It would have made more sense to avoid Amy completely unless Milo needed Amy for a specific reason. But why? What could he need from her?

Ed had a bad feeling about this.

"Brother, they're moving!" Al warned him.

Ed jumped out of his reverie and looked around. Sure enough Amy and Milo had left the restaurant and were heading down the street…in the exact opposite direction of the hotel.

"Damn it! Where are they going?" Ed asked frantically.

Something was wrong. Ed could feel it in his gut.

"Maybe they're going for a walk?" Al offered hopefully.

Ed nodded for Al's sake but he knew that neither of them believed that. They had dealt with serial killers before and they knew how dangerous this could be. Most of them weren't in their sane minds and were easy to locate and stop. Others, like Scar, were perfectly sane even with the inhumane things they did. It was those kinds of people they had to be wary of. The most dangerous were often the best hidden.

Al and Ed hurried down the fire escape to the ground. When they got to the street they began to look around for a hint of Amy or Milo. The crowds were slightly bigger at night but not by much. They should have been easy to spot, but Ed didn't see so much as a strand of hair.

"Shit. Shit. Shit!" Ed cursed his searching getting more frantic.

Aborting any hopes of being stealthy, he slammed his hands into the ground. People gasped as the light surrounded Ed and the ground beneath him began to rise. A column of earth rose into the sky with Ed on top. From a higher view point, Ed figured he should have been able to spot them. This was not the case. Quickly Ed returned to the ground.


"Al you keep looking, I'll go get the police. If you spot them, let me know," Ed told him hurriedly.

Al nodded in agreement, already knowing his brother's thought process. Unlike Ed, Al never tired which meant he could continue looking without stop. Not to mention Al couldn't be hurt by any weapons Milo might throw at him.

The two split up, Ed heading towards the station and Al in the opposite direction. Al could feel a phantom heartbeat beating wildly in his chest. He knew he had to keep a cool head but that didn't stop the anxiety from plaguing his mind.


Amy was wishing desperately that she was back at the hotel with Winry. The date would have been perfect to anyone else. But Amy wasn't anyone else. Her date made her skin crawl, shivers run down her spine, and she had to fight the urge to flee. He was just too practiced. Everything he did was measured and calculated, like a robot. However, there were brief moments were the robotic perfectionism was broken. Those moments scared her even more. There was a glint in his eyes which made Amy want to go running for the hills and then keep running.

On the outside her evening looked perfect. They walked to a nice café which had great food. They talked small talk. He had asked Amy a lot of questions, questions which Amy couldn't exactly answer so she took her own past and added the appropriate twists to it. Her lying had become quite proficient if she did say so. Afterwards he asked Amy to join him for a walk. Yes the evening would have been perfect, IF HER DATE WAS NOT A SUSPECTED MURDERER!

Actually he reminded Amy a bit of Light from Death Note. Both were suspected mass murderers while secretly keeping up false appearances. Appearances so perfect that people went there entire lives believing the lie. Amy hoped that Milo was no where close to Light in intelligence because Ed was definitely no L.

So where was Amy now? Truthfully she had no idea. They were just meandering through the streets. Every once in a while he dragged her into a shop to look at stuff. While he talked and chatted, Amy looked for a way to escape. She considered pretending to be sick, but she didn't think she was that good a liar. Then she considered having an "accident" and "accidently" hurting herself or him, so she could escape. But her clumsiness seemed to evade her that evening leaving her with nothing less then perfect coordination.

It was late now. The sun had set and the streetlamps were on. They had left the market district and were now passing suburban houses.

"Oh it's late now isn't it?" Milo chuckled, "I'm sorry I guess you don't notice the time passing when you're having fun."

"Time tends to work like that," Amy replied, hoping Milo would get the hint and bring her home.

"My house is nearby let me stop in and get a jacket for you," Milo offered, "You look cold."

"It's no problem really," Amy waved away his offer, "It will probably take longer to get the jacket then to head straight back, so why bother?"

"It will only take a moment I swear," Milo promised, "That house right there is mine."

He pointed that a house that looked like a small cottage. It was so little and quaint it seemed impossible that a mass murderer could live inside. Yet, Amy had the feeling it was why he had chosen the house. Milo began to walk over and Amy followed reluctantly. He walked up the steps and unlocked the front door.

"Would you like to come inside for coffee?" Milo offered.

"No, I'm fine," Amy replied, "Really I should get back. My friends will be worried."

"I guess you're right," Milo spoke as if a bit saddened, "After all he is the State Alchemist assigned to my case."

Amy's eyes widened. A hand was thrown over her mouth and another grabbed her arm roughly. She was dragged into the house before she could even think of screaming. The door slammed shut with an air of finality.


Tigger: Creepy no?

Amy: WAIT WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN TO ME?

Tigger: You'll have to wait till next chapter. Now onto more important matters.

Al: Like what?

Tigger: My penname! I'm thinking of changing it. Only I have no idea what to change it to.

Ed: How about Crazyfangirl?

Tigger: Yeah well yours would be Shorty McShortest.

Ed: BADFFWriter

Tigger: The Fullmetal Shortpants.

Ed: NonFMAowner

Tigger: You take that back!

Ed: Never!

Tigger: (tackles Ed) FEAR MY POWER!

Ed: You're crazy!

Amy: Uhmm tune in next week for uhmm whatever happens next.