The Blood Spiller

Chapter 6: Attack from a Soldier

"Brother, what is it?" Ed didn't pay attention to the voice of his brother. Instead he continued to stare in disbelief. "He couldn't have…" He shook his head. "No!" Alphonse kneeled down and took the picture. "What is it, all I see is Havoc." Ed took the picture and ripped it, a tear streaming down his cheek. "He is the homicidal maniac killing these people!" Standing up, Ed walked out of the room and down the stairs. He then headed for the front door. Alphonse trailed after him. "Ed, what are you doing, what do you mena Havoc is the killer?" Ed shook his head. "I know he is Al, he is the same height and build—and…." He trailed off as he thought of Gabel. Stopping in his tracks, he thought about what he had told him and the expressions he had given him.

"Something isn't adding up." Whirling back around, Edward sprinted back into the house and up the stairs to Winry's room. Al started to come, but Ed put his hand out. "Wait downstairs." Alphonse nodded and walked down the stairs, slouching and pouting that he could not linger. Ed eyed the room over and thought a moment. "Winry, can you hear me?" A shadow appeared on a wall and she walked forward, glowing in her misty figure. "I have been with you this whole time, Ed." She smiled and went to him, making him smile and shake. He was getting used to her, besides the unexpected memories she kept sending him.

"Winry, do you remember who your-." He hesitated, afraid to bring it up. She nodded. "He had blonde hair." Edward felt his face grow red. He started to march back down stairs when Winry floated in front of him, making his stop dead in his tracks. "Don't go Edward, I don't want you to." She stared him into hi eyes. He sighed and walked to her bed, sitting down upon it. He felt somehow more exhausted just now, and looked at her.

"I don't understand. Why would Havoc want to kill all these innocent people? Why would he want to kill you?" He looked back down and thought. He felt a cold sensation come near him and he looked to see his passed friend floating/sitting on the bed next to him. "There is more than one killer." Ed stared her into her faded blue eyes. "What?" She nodded her head. "There is more than one killer, there are two. They take turns on who they want to kill."

"Gabel is the other one isn't he. The way he had his expressions if I said something against the killer. He is the other one, I know it." He stood and started to pace when a knock and a crash came from downstairs. Running down, Ed found Alphonse knocked onto the floor, a broken bottle lying next to him. A man in a black cloak was standing over top of him. He spotted Ed. "Surprise." He let down his hood and there stood Jean Havoc, smiling like no tomorrow.

"You bastard! What the hell is your problem, killing my best friend!" Havoc laughed wickedly. I killed her because she was more than a friend. Ed cringed at his words. "You had no reason to do this, NO DAMN REASON!" He clapped his hands and created his metal blade. Havoc transmuted a pole he had in his hands to a long dagger. Without warning, both lunged at each other. Ed felt his blade clash with Jean's arm and he yelped, but kept the attack strong. Havoc transmuted the blade into two and jabbed the second one into Ed's right shoulder, making his automail sear with unbearable pain.

Ed screamed and grimaced. He fell to the floor, looking at the knife. He felt his nerves severed. "Persistent Bastard!" Ed suddenly kicked Havoc's legs out from underneath of him and kicked him in the stomach, and then in the head. He was out momentarily, but just long enough…..or so he thought.

Looking at the blade sticking up from his skin, Edward grabbed the handle. He began to pull it out of his shoulder and screamed with all his might as it came out. When the tip came out, blood leaked out of his wound faster. Ripping his shirt, Ed made a tourniquet and then went to Al. He was about to help him when Havoc punched him in the face. Before Ed could get back up, he watched as he took his other knife and drove it right thru Al's stomach…

Uh-oh that cannot be a good thing! I am sorry it's shorter, but I have to update other stories and help my mom with thanksgiving stuff, so yeah. Please review and tell me how the chapter was…besides evil. Happy Thanksgiving to all! Thanks!