Hooray, we're at chapter five! Oh, and you guys do remember that Ed mentioned that Winry's gone too? Well, in this chappie-Oh, just go read it, I can't explain. Oh, and this chapter is rated PG because of what Winry finds.

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Silence.

Lin stood there, ready for almost anything, a confident smirk on her face.

Al stood behind her, feet itching to run away but unwilling to desert Lin.

And Scar stood, like a looming shadow, in front of them.

"I target the State Alchemists," He said finally, taking a step forward, "But you have placed yourselves in my way, so I have to choice."

Lin's smirk widened into the semi-maniacal grin, and she pulled a pair of daggers from her belt.

"Bering it on old man," she challenged, eyes glittering with an unholy joy, "I've gone too long without a fight!"

Al made his decision in a spilt second.

The enemy was powerful, and wouldn't hesitant to kill them.

How he knew this, Al couldn't say, but he didn't have time to question it.

They had to get away.

He clapped his hands and slammed them against the pavement.

A wall shot up from the pavement, separating them from Scar.

"Al! What-" Lin started to ask, but Al grabbed her hand and started to pull her away.

"Come on!" he said urgently, "We have to get out of here!"

"Al, calm down, I can't fight him now. Your wall stopped him!"

"Not for long!"

"How do you know?"

He froze, unsure, and images began to rush through his head.

Silent, unmoving images, like snapshots of the past.

Ed, looking as he'd seen him, only a few minutes ago, with the short braid and the red coat.

A wall, a wall he transmuted shooting up, just like the one he'd made today.

The wall shattering, with Scar standing behind it.

Just as the image vanished, the current wall fell, and Scar started after them.

"What-" Lin started to ask again, but Al tried to pull her away again.

"Come on!" he urged again.

Lin shook him off.

"I don't run away!" she yelled angrily.

Al flinched, but then he noticed something.

She wasn't glaring at him.

She was glaring into space.

Like she was remembering something, relieving one of her memories.

Is she thinking of someone else? Remembering someone who accused her of running away? Al wondered, then slammed the door on that thought. What matters right now is keeping her alive.

Al looked back at Lin.

Her attention had returned to the present, and she stood, once again, ready for battle.

Her smirk was more wary this time though, and Al guessed that she must have realized that the 'old man' was more than he looked.

Suddenly, quick as lightening, she threw her dagger.

Even faster, Scar dodged.

The dagger hit the brick wall of the ally, and clattered to the ground.

Lin cursed and reached for a third dagger, already planning where to throw the second one, the one still in her hand, but Scar was still moving, and was almost in front of her.

The few seconds she'd used to pull out the dagger were too many and his hand was about to connect with her forehead.

Just in time, Al alchemized the pavement beneath him, and threw Scar backwards.

Lin threw her second dagger, and it almost hit, tearing a hole in his jacket.

He ignored it, recovering his footing, and changed direction to fight the biggest threat.

Al.

Al saw this. He gulped but gave a determined glare, and started to alchemizes a weapon from the pavement, but Scar was moving too fast, was right in front of him, and there was no way he could move in time.

"Al!"

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Winry was confused. And also rather scared, but she was determined not to let it show, even though there was no one around to see.

In fact, it looked like no one had been around the entire city for years. Everything was covered with dust, and small clouds of it poofed up when she walked. The buildings around her were ruined and decayed, most of them having lost their roofs and upper stories to time.

Vines crawled up their sides, and weeds grew in the street.

"O-kay," said Winry to herself quietly, "Wherever I am, it's definite not Central. And it's no where else I can think of either."

She noticed a building that still had most of its roof.

"Well, I might as well get some rest. The train ride was really long and uncomfortable." she sighed, "I don't understand why Al likes them."

She began to drag her suitcase that she'd filled with wrenches and other heavy tools, over to the building.

It was rather dark inside. Dark enough that Winry had to blink, and squint to get her eyes to adjust to the lack of light.

Once they did, she headed towards a small side room.

It looks like it might be a bedroom. I hope so; I'm having problems keeping my eyes open. I wonder how much dust is on the sheets. Enough to shake off, or will I have to wash them? Come to think about it, do they even have a laundry machine here? The buildings look pretty old fashioned, like they built long time ago. I wonder why this place was abandon-

Winry's train of thought was abruptly derailed when she stepped on something that cracked.

Puzzled, she stepped back, and then bent down to discover what it was she had stepped on.

It as a corpse, a dead body so decayed even the flies left it alone.

It lay on its stomach, one hand stretched out, one hand reaching towards her.

I stepped on the wrist, Winry noticed, with a sort of horrified fascination. That was the cracking noise. I stepped on its wrist...

She had begun to step backwards, but she kept staring at the corpse, so she didn't see the figure behind her coming closer.

"Do not be afraid."

Winry jumped and spun around

Coming closer, silently walking through the deserted hallway was a woman with dark skin, red eyes and silver hair.

"The dead can not hurt you." The woman continued, walking past her, and up the corpse, "the dead can not hurt you, unless you let them."

She knelt by the side of the body, touched the side of its face gently, and whispered something softly into its ear.

Then she stood, and it suddenly burst into flames, that rose high, completely hiding the corpse, and then shrank into nothing, revealing that the corpse was gone. Not even ashes remained.

Winry's eyes opened wider than before.

"How did you do that?" she asked.

The woman looked up from the floor where the body had been laying.

"Magic." She said simply, "I know it does not exist in your world, but here it is common."

"What do you mean my world? Even though this town is abandoned it's still my world. I mean, there's just this world, right?"

The woman shook her head.

"There are many worlds. And now, you are in this world, the world of Ryon."

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