SASHA'S REVENGE
Chapter 1
Blood. That's all she ever saw. The color of it, the smell of it, and the feel of it. She removed her knife from yet another body and wiped off the blood on the victim's shirt. She sheathed the knife on the left side of her hip. "Another dog to be put down" she said. Her name: Sasha. Her mission: to kill anyone who opposes her. That was her purpose to kill and nothing else. Sasha stood up and started walking away. She wore black leather pants, a plain sleeveless black shirt with flat black shoes. Black was the color that suited her. It matched her long red white highlighted hair and or course her piercing light blue eyes. No tears were shed that night-only blood.
By morning in Central the military was everywhere. They had to shut down the trains until they had everything cleaned up. Last thing they needed was a crowd. Investigations was just digging up dirt on the murder. They tried the surveillance tapes, but the wires were cut so the tape was a no-go. Hughes in his serious mode was in a rut over this one. "How the hell could anyone pull this off?" he asked to nobody in particular. No one knew the victim, he wasn't in the database, and the news of the murder spread quickly.
Several days had passed and the murder was still the talk of the day. At a local tavern two men were discussing the news. "Yeah, I heard it was done in Central Station and that the body was all cut up," one of the men said. "Yeah, I heard the same thing. It's been days and no one has been arrested for the murder," the other said. Just then, a short blond haired boy wearing a red overcoat and black pleather pants walked in followed by a tall suit of armor. They looked around and found an empty seat. "Brother," said the suit of armor, "Do you know why mustang wanted you?" "No idea Al." said the short blond one. "It must be another mission, why else would he want to see me?" The 'short' brother ordered a glass of ice tea, paid and left.
"Nice to see you Fullmetal." said a man with jet black hair. He was sitting behind a desk and staring at the blonde boy in front of him. "Hmmm… have you been getting shorter?" asked the man. This set the blond off "WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT THEY CAN CRUSH LIKE AN ANT!" "Calm down, Ed." said the man. "Just get to the point Mustang. What do you want?" The man known as Mustang threw a paper at Ed. "There have been at least 11 murders around several towns. They are all connected. There was one at Central Station several days ago. All the victims are the same. No one knows them and their all men. Plus they were all cut up pretty good. We need you on this. No comments." Mustang finished up.
Ed walked out of the building and got Al. "Come on Al, we got work to do." Ed said very seriously. They started walking together down the road. "Brother, what are we doing?" asked the armor. "Well," the blond started. "There have been murders all over and it's up to us to figure out who's killing all these people." Al gasped. "But brother.." "Don't start Al. We got to do this."
They walked further down the road when a black hooded figure bumped into them. "Ugh. Hey why don't you watch where you're going!" Ed yelled. The hooded figure stopped and turned towards Ed and Al. Slowly the figure took it's hood down and out came the most beautiful woman Ed and Al ever saw. Long red white highlighted hair and light blue eyes and around 5ft 4in. The wind picked up and blew her hair around her face. "Sorry," she said in a pretty voice. Ed and Al were speechless. Their mouths were hanging open. The girl turned around and started to walk away. "Hey wait a minute," Ed yelled. She stopped and turned around. "Yes?" she asked. "My name is Edward Elric or better known as the Fullmetal Alchemist and that's my younger brother Alphonse Elric." "Oh" she replied and walked away. "Wait! I didn't catch you're name!" She looked over her shoulder, "I didn't give it," she replied and this time walked away without stopping. The Elric brothers huh? They're not my target but the short one's kind of cute. Sasha thought.
"Ouch." Al said. Ed was fuming. "She didn't have to be cruel. I just wanted her name." Ed said. "I know," said Al. "But she was so pretty." "Yeah, she was. I wonder if we'll see her again." "Anything is possible brother," said Al. They finally arrived at an inn. They paid and got a room. Ed and Al waited until nightfall and snuck out.
They were determined to find the killer so they could search for the stone. After about 2 hours they found nothing… until they heard a nearby scream. Ed and Al ran as fast as they could. They turned a corner and saw HER again this time standing over a man's body with blood dripping off her knife. "Well hello," she said in a sexy voice. "YOU!" Ed yelled while charging at her. Oh great. I suck at hand to hand combat. Sasha thought.
Ed had the upper hand. Ed kicked her knife out of her hand and He punched her and she was down on the ground with Ed on top of her. Both were breathing heavily. "You did all this to get my name?" she asked. "Shut up! Why? Why did you kill them?" Ed asked. Sasha said nothing. "Looks like I'll have to make you talk," said Ed. He clapped his hands and a blade came out of his right arm and was near her throat in a matter of seconds. Sasha gasped at the bite of cold steel on her marble skin. "Automail," she said. "Now, talk!" Ed said. Sasha sighed.
"All those men… made me. I am a result of their sins. They all had bloodlust in their veins. They all had a pint of their blood poured into me. So it would be natural for me to have bloodlust too. So after awhile, I escaped from them and vowed revenge on all of them. I wanted it so badly! So I killed them all. The one who I just killed was the last. Now my duty was fulfilled." She finished talking and closed her eyes awaiting for Ed to deliver the deathblow. It never came. Ed got up and put his hand out for her to take, which she did. She had a confused look in her eyes. "Why didn't you kill me," she asked. Ed looked at her. "It's not what I do," he told her. Sasha picked up her knife and sheathed it at her side.
"So what are you going to do now?" asked Al while they walked out of the alley way. "I guess turn myself in," she said. "It's the right thing," said Ed. "Yeah it is. But before I go, I'll tell you my name. It's Sasha," she told them. "Sasha, that's a beautiful name. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl," Al said. At this she blushed. "Well, I'm going to head to the nearest police station and turn myself in but before I do, Ed," she motioned towards Ed to come close. "This is for you," and she kissed him right there on the lips. After they broke apart, Ed blushed as red as his coat. "Bye!" she said and took off at a run. "Uh brother..," Al said. "Yeah, AL?" Ed asked. "What are we going to do about the body?"
The next morning Ed and Al were at the scene of the crime waiting for the military to arrive. As soon as they did Ed and Al were telling Mustang and Hughes all that happened. They told them the murderer's name and description and the kiss that Ed got. (aaaawwwww) They also told them that she turned herself in. Everybody was skeptical. They was no one with that woman's description in any jail. They would know. Just then Havoc's voice rang out. "Colonel Mustang! We found the girl." "Really?" asked Mustang. "Yes," Havoc said. Ed, Al, Mustang, Hughes, and Havoc all piled into the car and went to where the culprit was; which was at the city morgue.
It was a 15 minute drive. As soon as they got there all the men got out of the car. "It's sort of messy, sir." Havoc said to Mustang. Messy? thought Ed. Ed tried to run into the morgue but was restrained from behind by Hughes. "No Ed," he said. "You've seen enough death already, there's no need to see any more." "I don't care," yelled Ed. "Let me go!" Finally Hughes lost his grip and Ed slipped out. Ed ran into the building and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Sasha and her bloody body. All of her was covered in her own blood.
Finally it was all pieced together. Sasha got revenge on those who created her with ALCHEMY! So she hunted them down and killed them and took her own life in Atonement for what she had done. There was no funeral for her. After all, who would be sad for someone who took lives instead of saving them?