Double State Alchemist Bounty

By Jabber-Nut Foxypants

Nut: Thee second chapter is here!

Shawlynn: After how long?

Nut: A long time... (Sweat drop)

Shawlynn: She's lazy. I feel sorry for you, the readers.

Nut: (Bows at reader's feet) Because of you, I have this talent. Thank you thank you for reading this! I'm sorry for not updating for the longest time!

Shawlynn: That's pathetic... But enjoy anyway peeps!

Chapter Two

Blood Red Event

Ed awoke in an enclosed room with a huge steel door and no windows. He sat up on his cot and his right leg was jerked down to the floor, which he discovered was because of a large steel chain attached to his ankle. Along with observing his red trenchcoat was gone, he also noticed his automail arm and leg were still intact. Truly, who would be stupid enough to leave Edward Elrick's main weapons in his range of use?

His head hurt trying to figure out what exactly happened but flashes of Roy's and his battle kept repeating in his mind. The parts that were fuzzy but partially rememberable were the people hiding in the dust of the sand storm. He was struck down the arm by the people's whips and passed out soon after Mustang did.

'That's what happened. I remember," he thought to himself. "Colonel Mustang..." his murmur was interrupted when he heard loud voices outside the pitch dark cell. He couldn't make out the voices. Of course, who could? He didn't know if he was still near central, in a military facility and they just didn't know who he was, or how long he had been out; three hours or three days. He thought he could even be no where close to help, or Alphonse or Winry.

The chain let him walk somewhat close enough the steel door to hear the voices better. Two feet away, he made out what sounded like two different male voices and the cracking of a whip. He heard a cry of pain and that majorly made him wonder where he was. All the sudden, the heating or cooling furnace kicked on. Ed heard a vent blow air into the room and since it was pitch black and he couldn't see, he searched by senses. He got up on his bed and felt the walls. If the vent was close he wanted to know. A few minutes of searching went by and the yelling and shouting outside came to a halt and he found the metal to the vent right next to his bed, two inches away from the floor.

He thought about escaping just three things were in his way. The chain, the bolts on the vent, and the cameras installed in his room. He could tell there were some because he saw momentary green flashing in the upper right hand corner of his cell. They were expecting him to take the bait of the vent and escape or at least hide in the vent until they opened the door. 'Not a chance,' he promised himself in his mind.

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The other captive, Colonel Roy Mustang, was in a different case. He was hanging by his wrists with his shirt off in a different cell with a steel door and no windows. He was furiously fighting to get loose.

"Stop struggling will you?" asked the security woman guarding him fixing herself some hot chocolate. She was 5'8" and had mostly black on. She had a black and red butterfly mask covering all her face except her blue eyes and her unnatural red hair was pulled back in a neat high ponytail. In her torso area, only a thin strip on black clothing was covering her chest and arms all the way down to her wrists. She had two piercings in her belly button that were white gold and silver. Luckily her legs were all the way covered but they had to be tight leather pants going over black knee high, high heeled boots with a steel, actually metal, heel. "It's giving me a headache."

Roy couldn't and wouldn't answer her stupid question. He was a highly ranked colonel! Someone as low as herself should be bowing at his feet, not staring at him hanging but his wrists in a concrete room with nothing in it but a coffee/hot chocolate table with bountiful ingredients and supplies for the beverages. He narrowed his eyes and kept moving his wrists back and forth.

"You are really annoying Colonel Roy Mustang," she said sighing after a drink of her coco. "And you're really boring. I don't see why the master wants me to watch you instead of that little pipsqueak Edward Elrick."

"You would've had your hands full if he just heard you said that Jwainen," said a male voice coming through the metal door.

"Ryains! Thank God! I am so bored!" She pointed one long black finger nail at Roy and pouted. "He hasn't said a word to me since I've been here. All he's been doing is moving his wrists."

"Twisting his wrist huh?" he asked walking up to Roy. Ryains had a similar look upon him than Jwainen. He had a black and red butterfly mask, green eyes, and black short hair gelled to make it look wavy. He wore a black kind of spandex shirt and leather black gloves, which gripped lightly in his hand, was a whip stained with blood. His baggy jeans expanded to the ground and fit lightly over his tan construction work boots. "Well, Roy it's been an enjoyable two hours since I last seen ya. How've ya been?"

It was about then Roy noticed a bit of British accent in his voice but he didn't answer just the same. He knew his rights as an individual in the world either not speak or fake you have no voice or you could be a weakling and confess your guts to the lord.

"Listen up Roy," sighed Ryains tapping the whip into his palm. "We need to know who has the Philosopher stone. Maybe where? The perimeter around it maybe? Either way we will find it and our master, will have it."

Roy continued his silence but closed his eyes and turned his head away. A hard crack echoed in the room and blood dripped down to the floor from Mustang's chest. He was cringing and Ryains just smiled.

"You give up yet?" he asked running a finger down the leather of the whip. When Mustang didn't answer, Ryains last nerve was hit. He unlocked Mustang from the chains and held him two feet off the ground by his throat. Roy was doing a very good job of testing Ryains patience and the beating proceeding in the beating. Not only with the whip, but the fist and boots as well.

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In another room lit up with many computer screens, had another important person in it. The figure was well known to Ed and Roy but neither of them knew he was the person behind it all. The figure was studying the camera's TV screens and sighed every time nothing happened in Ed's cell. All he was doing was sitting on his bed, looking around once in awhile.

"Sir!" shouted a guard barging into the room. "The colonel has confessed where and who has the Philosopher stone!"

"Oh really? Then what do you call this?" The figure held up a palm full of little red shards that the guard was memorized by.

"If you had it, then, why did you want Ryains to question him sir?"

"To see if he knew. What did he say?"

"He said you, Master Scar, had the Philosopher stone."

"Good, prepare both of them for the ceremony and I'll be there in a few minutes," ordered Scar standing up out of his chair and studying the cameras once more.

"Understood Sir."

Fin

Nut: Wow, I think that chapter was pointless! I just had this idea and put it up on the screen and posted it.

Shawlynn: She says the next chapter will be more informative and have more of a point.

Nut: But this is better than nothing! Plus it introduces the setting and Jwainen and Ryains. They are very important later in the story!

Shawlynn: Okay, whatever it's one O'clock and I'm tired. I don't know about you but I'm going to bed! Good night people!

Nut: Good night!

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