Full Metal Alchemist: The Blood Snake (or Blood of the Snake)

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Chapter 8: Roy Mustang, Flame Alchemist

Ed watched over Mustang as the Flame Alchemist breathed into the oxygen mask. He had fainted right after he had been discovered in the alley. Ed was distraught and horrified by how horrible the sight had been. He could not even think of blackmail anymore. Mustang's tattered clothes were burned, as they smelled of brimstone. He was in a horrible condition, falling into a coma shortly after his faint. Now he rested in his bed for several days, before he ordered Ed and Al to come in.

"EDWARD ELRIC!ALPHONSE ELRIC!"

Ed and Al rushed straight into his room and with his order, sat down on a chair each. Mustang flicked open a lighter and started to smoke.

"Hey uh...Fuhrer, can I have one?"

"Brother! You can't have one! You're too young!"

"Sure."

Mustang flicked one at Ed who happily chomped it between his teeth without lighting it.

"Ah...It's so soft."

"Edward Elric...I hear that you are on the Burning Scenario."

"Huh?"

"The mission of the burned building!"

"Um..."

"Oh for crying out loud! The mission you're on right now!"

"Oh right..."

"I have something to tell you."

Ed swung his head towards the Mustang. A lead? Of course, he was captured by them...he must've heard something.

"What is it?"

"They are as you probably already guessed, homunculus..."

Ed's eyes widened as Al moaned a soft utter of fear. Homunculus, created from the failed taboo of a human transmutation. They did not have souls, so they ate the Red Stones. It was a weak version of the Philosopher's Stone and was created from a toxic water, that killed all humans, but gave homunculus lives. Homunculus could not use alchemy usually, but they each had their own bodily deformation for battle. He lowered his eyes as he saw how difficult this would be. He had never actually killed a homunculus. The only one he had truly fought was Pride, the one who looked like his mother. He had killed her only by transmuting her body into ethanol. She did not truly die, but evaporated for good. The only way to kill a homunculus was with a special alchemy sign, that had to be large enough to rid the Homunculus of all of its Red stones. Also, you could kill it until all the Red stones were spent, but that took forever.

"But...Full Metal One, they do not die."

Ed's eyes widened once again and he took an involuntary step backwards. Al stepped forward towards Mustang.

"What do you mean?"
"They are those who have fed on the Blood of the Philosopher's Stone."

"What?"

"The Blood Snake, is the Philosopher Stone in the form of a snake. A powerfully large snake, built for destruction. It was released rarely in all of time, but when it was, all that came in contact with it died. Until, a group of homunculus infused with its blood and became immune to it, or immortal."

"But they can die right?"

"No...There is no way as of now..."

Ed put his hand to his chin and pondered over the statement. No way right now...

"Wait...if there's no way right now, then there can be a way later right?"

Mustang sat up completely and slumped over the blankets. Of course...That was why...?

"Edward, there is a way."

"What? What?"

"It is their body part."

"Body part?"

"Yes...Each of them have a special part of their body that is not immune to attacks."

"So...we just have to figure out which one?"
"Exactly."

"But how do you know this?"

"The people who kidnapped me...They were worried about parts of their body. I thought they just had cancer but..."

"Arigatou-Thank you Mustang. This will help us a lot."

"Iie. No. There is nothing that can help you except for yourselves."

Ed stared at the helpless person in front of him with pitiful eyes and then turned away as he heard Mustang mumble. Al bowed his head then started with his brother.

Mustang watched them leave, heard the forlorn slam of the door closing. It echoed into his mind as he slept, remembering his tormenting partner.

Roy Mustang had been in the military long enough to be in the Ishbal War. Here, he had proved his infamousy by using his flame alchemy. His sparks of golden light lit whole towns on fire, burning people with agony. He did this beacuse he had to, he told himself as he looked down at the bloody gloves he wore. One day, he completely lost it. He knew he had to, but he did not want to, he did not want to kill the Rockbells doctors. But he did. Their blood sent a stench that made Mustang vomit as he cried out, his soul screaming his pain, his loss, his insanity. Mustang then became obsessed with human transmutation. He knew the consequences, he wanted to die. He felt the horror as a kind of relief. He fell into a depression as he lost the trail of human transmutation, his way of dying gone. Finally, he decided to try it after he worked a small theory. He did not care of the risks. But Hughes knew the tragedy his friend was going through, so he confronted him.

"Baka! You fool! What do you think you're doing?"

"Dying...Reviving..."

Hughes gripped Mustang's shirt with unbelieveable strength. He grinned strangely and looked him in the eye.

"So...you're just gonna throw it all away huh? Let all those lives be in vain!"

Mustang's mind and eyes were opened then and he stood helpless to the guilt traveling in his veins. Hughes backed off slightly and slapped him.

"There. Maybe that'll clear your twisted mind."

Mustang lowered his eyes. He knew what he had been about to do. Yet, he still felt the guilt. Hughes let go and put his arm around his shoulders. Then he grinned.

"Look Roy. Remember their lives, don't let it be in vain. You do what you have to do. I'll support you from below and you better make it fool."

Roy finally let out a weak smile as Hughes walked out the door, his resounding steps echoing in his mind.

Hughes had been powerful enough in the military, a trained soldier, and one who kept his promise to Mustang and pushed him up. But he died. As Mustang watched ove Hughes's grave, he shed no tears. He knew this was coming, yet he had done nothing to stop it. He remembered Hughes's promise yet it seemed ironic as he saw the title on his grave. Brigadier Hughes. You made it past me Hughes. Even though you tried to keep me above.

Roy wanted revenge. He knew Hughes had lost his life in the hands of a homunculus. After months of search with the Elric brothers, he confronted the Fuhrer, a homunculus in diguise. As blood splurted out of his shoulder, he sparked his hands at the Fuhrer, who cut through it and slammed into Mustang. He saw it all. How the Fuhrer was weakened by his bones. How he choked the boy who was his son as the kid brought the bones out. How the boy died. How, while he was weakened, Mustang took the Fuhrer's skull and used his blood to make an alchemy circle and burned him into ashes. There, he knew, that this was what Hughes had told him. Do not die, for if you do, all those lives are in vain. He had tried to help Mustang defend himself, and Mustang had learned.

"Baka...Fool, Hughes."

Ed's red coat flapped behind him as a steady wind blew past him. Something different was happening. Ed grimaced as he felt the wind become stronger. Even Al had a hard time keeping his balance. Ed walked difficultly to a tailor. As he issued instructions, Al looked up at the sky, to see a black hole appear. It was so minute that at first, he almost didn't see it.

"Brother..."

"And I want some gold embroidery on it and KEEP THAT SYMBOL!"

"Brother!"

"WHAT!"

Ed whipped around to Al, only to see the fear in his eyes. He then looked in Al's view of perspective and saw the hole, the giant black thing emerging out of it. A howling roar whipped across Central, screeching in immense rage. Ed grabbed his newly made black coat and stormed out of the door. Al followed closely behind as the black thing landed roughly in front of Ed. It was a wolf-like thing, with lustrous black fur, piercing blue eyes, and a horn. It's four claws gleamed razor sharp and its strong legs flexed as it jumped into the air with a bound and struck down. Ed grinned, then whipped back and showed a newly made glove from the tailor. Mustang had mumbled that he should try flame alchemy. Ed snapped his fingers to release a burst of leaping flames that surrounded the wolf thing. It roared in pain then slashed the flames out of existence. Ed stepped back then alchemized his hand into a blade, adding the flame alchemy to create a flaming blade. He was a golden inferno that flew back and forth, creating a twister of flames around the wolf, as it howled in pain again and continued to strike at Ed. Ed's luck finally ran out, as the wolf's claws sudenly extended and pierced his shoulder, throwing him back onto the streets. The infernos died down as Al yelled in surprise. Then he lifted a large part of the road off and flung it at the wolf, who jumped onto the piece, flipped over it, and twist kick into Al. Al clattered near his brother.

Ed grimaced as he felt the warm blood fall from his shoulder in clumps. Then he stood wearily up and alchemized the ground into a large granite cage to trap the wolf in. The wolf roared as Ed yelled in response and the wolf broke through the cage, charging Ed. Ed met the wolf with a his blade, as he alchemized several light poles, to create a larger blade.

"WHY DO WE GET ALL THE BAD LUCK!"

Ed slashed the wolf onto the ground, as it flipped over and extended its claws again into Ed's leg. His auto-mail held as he slashed the wolf's arm off, with a stream of blood. The wolf cried out and slashed its arm down at Ed. Ed dodged to the side, ready to strike, when the wolf balanced on the arm he had slashed with in a handstand, flipping to the side as Ed completely missed. Then it mightily stabbed Ed in the torso, and spun, throwing Ed skidding across the road. He stopped with a trail of blood after him, his whole chest bleeding, completely opened up. He floated in his own blood as it flowed out into a puddle. Al struggled to get up and help his brother.

"Brother! Brother! ED!"

Ed heard none of this as his eyes glazed and his blood spread all over the road, the wolf seemingly laughing at him as Ed died.

Wings: You're dead (pointing to dead Ed)

Silence

Wings: Finally I killed you. (cracks up!) Ahahahahaha!

Ed: Wtf!

Wings: You thought you died! Hahahaha! Just wait!

Ed: You son of a bitch.

Wings: (sticks tongue out) That's what you get ass hole. Cya!

PS: It was so short!