Marta opened her eyes and saw Kimblee, she wondered if this was hell. Kimblee was leaning over her, and he put his hands on her chest, making her wound start to clot over. She pushed him away.
"Stop… alchemy will kill it…" She whispered, and Kimblee took a long look at her stomach.He knew she and Law had been all over each other… He sighed and moved his hands.
"Marta… honey you are gonna die." he said, and she made a face.
"But I have to kill you first." She hissed, and Kimblee smiled. He gently stroked her hair.
"Fear not, you'll have your chance… we just have to use something baby friendly. He put a hand to his ribcage, and began to
unbutton his shirt. Armstrong thought he was going to use it as a bandage, but his eyes went wide when Kimblee began to push his long slender fingers into the space between one rib and the next.
"Kimblee!"
Marta watched in quiet horror as Kimblee's long fingers delved into his own flesh, pushing between his ribs and pulling. But what came out, was not pink lung, or even meat, what came out was a shinning stone, that Marta could see a shine of power.
She began to shiver.
"Kimblee… please Kimblee" She said, and he understood, and started to explain.
"When the city near Ishbal was turned into fodder for the philosopher's stone, one woman survived the ordeal, and there in the sand gave birth… the child was unlike any other seen, with eyes of the sun, and skin like the moon… no stone was ever found, because it was this child…" Kimblee sadly looked at the stone in his palm. "The child was ordered to die… but was taken by a man… taken to a little town, where a woman with twin daughters took pity on him, then turned him out when he grew." He stopped and ran the stone carefully over Marta's wound. It closed. He then looked at the stone and tossed it over his shoulder. It hit the floor and Armstrong picked it up, then gasped and dropped it. It left a pink burn on his fingertips.
"They burn." Kimblee said, and stood up, walking past Armstrong and out.
"She'll live… don't let her been seen, will ya?" He left.
A/N: This is the end... should I keep going?
I have a lot more I'd like to do, but I don't wanna waste time if no one will read it.
Review if you like.