Chapter 3 – A Home No More
"We have to what?" A fifteen-year-old Edward Elric screamed.
Colonel Mustang sat back in his chair, massaging his numb ears. "I said 'You will talk to Ellya'. Is that really such a hard concept to understand?"
"Mustang, you bastard, have you not heard the rumors about her? Do you want us to die?"
"Fullmetal, you have been on much more dangerous missions then this. I am sending you two because maybe she will show pity to a couple of kids."
Edward's face went beet red, and Al had to hold him back from attacking the Colonel. He dragged his brother to the door, and the pair exited.
"Have fun! Oh, and Fullmetal? Try not to die!" Colonel Mustang called after them.
"This is crazy! I would rather take on Scar and half the military than try and talk to her!" Ed ranted as they made their way through a busy weekend market in Central. Al remained silent, and re-read the directions they had been given.
"It looks like her apartment is right over there," he said, pointing at a rundown looking building.
Ed looked at the building, an odd expression on his face. "You think that the daughter of a millionaire could afford better," he muttered to himself.
They entered the building, and took the stairs to the top floor. They walked down the hall, and stopped in front of the apartment that was written on the note.
"Here goes nothing," Ed mumbled, knocking on the door. The door wasn't locked, nor was it even shut properly, and it eerily creaked open. The brothers looked at each other, then cautiously entered.
The apartment was a mess. It looked as though there had been a fight, because there was a broken coffee table, and a bookcase in the corner had been knocked over. There was also blood, and lots of it.
Ed and Al looked around, then split up to search the rest of the residence.
A pair of eyes followed Al as he walked over to the bookcase. He lifted the bookcase up, to make sure there was no one trapped underneath, but only found a large pool of fresh blood. "If this is from one person," he thought, "there is no way they are still alive." He sighed sadly, and then stood the bookcase back up. A small "click" coming from the closet caught his attention. He cautiously walked over and opened the door. Nothing. As he looked inside the closet, Al heard the sound of a katana being silently drawn.
Ed walked to the back of the apartment, hoping to find Ellya, or whomever she had been fighting. He stepped into the kitchen, only to find it in the same condition as the den. Cupboard doors were broken, some on the floor, others hanging by a hinge to the cupboards. Plates, cups and utensils lay scattered across the floor, and there was some kind of melted material stuck to the oven coil. Ed walked over to inspect it; it was human skin!