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Chapter 2: Meet the juvenile deliquents Edward
Trains pulled up to the station next to camp. The kids got off the train and walked to the administration building. Which is where Roy will give the kids their cabin and tell them there will be a night hike followed by a camp fire tonight. The state alchemists, including Ed and Al, watched as the kids got off the train. The alchemists swore they could see red horns growing out of the kids forheads. Ed wondered which kids he was going to be in charge with. He hoped they weren't troublemakers. Pretty soon the alchemists join the kids and stood behind them. As Roy told the kids a bit about the rules, the camp and anything else important.
"Well Al, amongst those kids are the brats we have to babysit." Ed whispered to Al.
"Give these kids a chance brother." Al whispered back. "They may not be as bad as you think."
"Okay, when I call your name, please join your councelor." Roy stated.
One by the kids got up and joined their respective alchemist. Pretty soon the kids were all divided up into their groups. The kids grabbed their stuff and followed their councelor.
"WHAT THE HELL?" Ed exclaimed as he and Al were the only councelors left without any kids. "WHERE ARE OUR TWENTY LITTLE BASTARDS?"
"Oh Fullmetal. I forgot to tell you..." Roy said. "Your twenty kids were going to be late. They had to come all the way from Central."
Just then there was a train whistle heard at the station.
"That must be them now." Roy smirked. Ed didn't like where that smirk was going, but he had a job to do nonetheless.
"Lets go Al." Ed said and they made a break for the train station right next to the camp. When Ed saw the train he let out a scream that could be heard all the way to the Administration Building. Which made Roy smile even more. On the side of the train it said 'CENTRAL JUVENILE DETENTION CENTER'. No wonder why he screamed. His twenty kids for eight weeks of hell are juvenile deliquents. This is going to be bad.
"What were you saying about not being as bad as I think Al?" Ed said as he fell to his knees and began to whimper.
"I guess I was wrong Ed." Al said as the kids got off of the train. All of the kids come from different races. There were two Ishbalans in the group and one kid that didn't look like he belonged there. That kid in question wore glasses and was breathing through an inhaler.
Minutes later...
The two Ishbalans were plotting their pranks for to do on poor Ed and Al. Al was told to take them to the cabin, while Ed went to give his superior a earful of yelling and foul language. The little nerd, who is named Billy, listened in on the two Ishbalans. The two Ishbalans are named Jeremy and Ben.
"So we're going to spike short stuff and armor boy's drinks?" Jeremy asked.
"You bet." Ben said. Ben was probably the ring leader of the twenty kids.
"Maybe you should leave them alone." Billy said from his top bunk.
"Shut up Billy!" Ben said. "No one likes you."
"Come on Jeremy. Lets put our plan into action."
Ben and Jeremy told Al that they were going to explore the camp. They grabbed their wallets and went to the trading post. Which just opened. As Breda and Havoc were on trading post duty for the time being. Jeremy and Ben walk in to buy two small cartons of milk and a bottle of Hyper Super Turbo Laxative X; its a works a hundred times faster than Ex Lax. Why anyone would sell laxative in a trading post is beyond me. They pay for their purchases and leave. Breda giving Havoc a rasied eyebrow.
"Is it just me or are those two planning the oldest and still funniest trick in the book?" Breda asked.
"Beats me, but if they're in Ed and Al's cabin. They don't know that Ed is lactose intolerant and Al is a soul trapped in a suit of armor." Havoc said pulling out his lighter and pack of cigerettes. "If you'll excuse me I'm going to have a smoke."
Jeremy and Ben pour about half the bottle into both cartons of milk. The bottle of laxative wasn't very big anyway. It was about the size of a sample size of laxative. Billy sighs and goes back to reading his Sci Fi comic book. As Jeremy and Ben take the two cartons of milk to Ed and Al.
"We wanted to let know we won't try anything funny during our eight weeks here at camp." Ben said as Jeremy placed the two cartons onto the table in front of the Elric brothers. Then they grinned and left the room.
"See, I told you they weren't so bad." Al said then they looked down at the milk.
"I hate milk." Ed said.
"and I can't drink it." Al replied.
"What are we going to do?" both said to each other. Just then Hughes walked in, grinning as usual.
"Hey guys, how is your first day?" Hughes said, then he noticed the milk. "You guys are going to drink those?"
"Nah, you can have them." Ed replied.
"Don't mind if I do!" Hughes exclaimed as he drank one carton and then the other. Ben and Jeremy watched Hughes down both cartons of milk. Then they cast a worry glance at each other. As Hughes said his goodbyes to the Elric brothers, Jeremy and Ben knew their plan backfired big time. Hughes leaves, with two worried Ishbalans boys in the cabin. Once Hughes leaves the cabin, the laxative takes affect instantly. Giving Hughes one hell of a growling stomach.
"Oh God!" Hughes broke into a sprint towards the nearest bathroom.
Meanwhile at a construction site...
A man with gray hair and beard watched a huge construction project going on. He wore a business suit and stood behind his desk. He grinned evilly as he looked out the window. After a minute he closed the blinds to the windows and left his office. The foreman stood around a table with a few workers. They're looking at a model of their project. Whatever it is; it involves a lot of land to be demolished.
"Well what is our path?" the man said. The man's name is Howard Bell, owner of the Bell Corporation. A famous and very powerful corporation. Their main goal is to provide expensive real estate for those who have the most money. Right now he is looking to build mansions for the rich and famous. In order to do that he had to demolish everything that was filled with scum. Remember that episode when Ed and Al went on their first mission to investigate that town owned by a mean state alchemist. The alchemist lowered the miners pay and raised their taxes. Well Howard is like that alchemist. Anybody who doesn't have a lot of money is considered scum and should live like scum; in a cardboard box and eat out of garbage cans. This guy is so heartless. Howard would never give money to charity. To him anybody who helps the 'scum' he hates, is scum themselves. Plus he hopes those starving children starve to death. Howard Bell cares only about money, being rich and himself. Screw the middle and lower society, the only thing he cares about is the high society. The people who can afford the most expensive thing on the menu. The people that drink wine and champagne. Most of all the people that make about the same as Donald Trump, famous athletes and Bill Gates. Those are the people he cares about and no one else.
"Well sir." The foreman said. "We've evacuated the Ishbalan camp and there is a farm coming up. Then all we have to do is get rid of Camp Alchemist."
"Good, continue with the demolition." Howard said. He went back to his office and put a cigar in his mouth. Lighting he smiled. "Soon I'll make so much money it'll make the wealthy's heads spin."
Author's Comment: Well here is chapter two. You've got feel bad for Hughes right about now. First his hair gets set ablaze and now he has a extreme case of the runs. Things aren't going to look so good when mean old Howard Bell gets close to Camp Alchemist. Next chapter is the nigh hike and camp fire. Stay tuned for that. It will be a another great chapter.