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Chapter 7: Flora, Gust, and Volt Alchemists
Blais Scott and Drew Pascal's Cell…
Roy tried to blow of all of his steam before going to Pascal. Drew Pascal, the Flora Alchemist was warm and gentle, much like Sascha North. He was very unlike McDowell who was one of the vilest and disrespectful men he knew.
Roy was a wreck, McDowell had really infuriated him. All hopes of calming down were diminished, he now had a plan if the other three didn't say yes; a plan that none of them could saw no to.
Drew shared a cell with Blais Scott, the Gust Alchemist. Scott and Pascal were best friends during the war and were inseparable.
He arrived at the cell only to see the two of them crying silently, bruises upon their skin.
"Pascal! Scott!" yelled Roy, "What the hell happened to you two?"
"Nothing," answered Pascal rubbing his dark brown eyes, "nothing at all, Roy?"
"They beat us!" continued Scott tears running down his freckled cheeks, "They beat us everyday because we're traitors!"
Roy's eyes watered slowly, "You can escape this," he explained, "join the military again!"
He awaited the barrage of "no" to hit him in the heart again, he could feel it coming.
"Are you serious?" asked Scott, "We can get out of here?"
Roy nodded.
"We'll go with ya kid!" they said in unison.
"R-really?" asked Roy surprised.
"It's better than being here!" Scott concluded.
Roy again felt like he was going to faint, this mission could not have been too good on his health.
Ryce Richards' Cell…
Still ecstatic from the positive response, Roy happily walked to Richards' cell. Ryce, the Volt Alchemist, was like an older brother to him. Ryce was always there for him, no matter what the problem was, Ryce always cared for Roy.
He walked into the cell and saw Ryce exactly how he remembered him, smoking a cigarette and drinking a glass of hard liquor. His black eye patch over his left eye bothered Roy; he couldn't believe that he was blinded!
"Hey, kid," Ryce greeted, "I've been expecting ya! Sascha said you were going around here trying to free prisoners!"
Roy sat next to him, "It's so hard, Richards, no matter what I do, none of them will leave with me!"
Ryce inhaled another puff of smoke, "Talked to McDowell didn't ya?"
"Fuck McDowell!" scowled Roy.
Ryce handed Roy the bottle of scotch, "This'll calm ya down!"
Roy poured the warm liquor into his mouth, slowly gulping it down. He rarely drank hard liquor, at most he drank some wine at social events, but not scotch, not for years!
"Ya still got it in ya, dontcha?" asked Ryce, "Still a heavy drinker!"
Roy smiled a small smile, "Only when I'm around you!"
"If it makes ya feel better, tyke," explained Ryce, "I'll go with ya, to the military! It beats this, hell, death beats this joint!"
Roy's smile extended all the way across his face, "I'll never forget this, Richards!"
And now Plan B was about to go into action.
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