Chapter 4 – An Enemy Within An Ally
Ed stared at the skin on the oven coil. "What the hell happened here?" he thought. He heard a small moan coming from a room off of the kitchen. He walked into the room –the bathroom – to find a teenage girl sitting in a pool of her own blood!
She had shoulder length black-brown hair, with bangs that were cut to her cheekbone, and styled so that they completely covered her right eye. She was wearing black track pants, and a black tank top, but her feet were bare. She had small cuts and scraps on her face and arms, but none deep enough to cause the extensive amount of blood lose that she had. The blood was coming from a pair of cuts running across the inside of her wrists.
"Shit," Ed said as he ran back to the kitchen and grabbed the tablecloth. "Al!" he yelled. "Al, I found her and she's hurt, get over here!"
As he ran back to the bathroom, he heard a large crash. Someone, other than the brothers, was looking for Ellya. Ed quickly ripped two strips from the tablecloth, and wrapped her wrists to stop the bleeding.
"Who are you?" came a whispered voice.
Ed looked up to see Ellya staring at him.
"Oh good," he said, standing up, "you're still alive."
She gave him an odd look, then said, "Hey small fry, duck."
Ed seethed. "Who are you calling sma—" Ed's sentence was cut off by Ellya. She swung her leg with a strength she should not have had in her state, hitting Ed in the back of the legs. As Ed fell, he heard a whistling sound from above him. As soon as he hit the floor, he spun around, jumping up and transmuting is auto-mail arm at the same time. He found himself standing face to face with a katana-wielding samurai!
Al ducked as a blade swung over his head. Al then hit his opponent in the chest with an open palm, sending him flying backwards. The samurai hit a wall, and slumped over, but he did not rise again.
"Did I kill him?" Al asked himself. He then noticed how the samurai was covered in cuts and burns, and that he was so close to death, that the simple blow Al had delivered was enough to kill him.
"What is going on here?"
Ed used his sword-arm to block a direct attack from his opponent.
"He's really desperate to attack like this," Ed thought as he tried to find an opening to counter-attack.
"There!"
Ed drove his sword-arm upwards, taking his opponent straight through his right arm, making it useless. Ed grinned, sure of his victory, but the samurai laughed, grabbing his sword with his left arm, and thrusting it towards Ed's stomach.