Disclaimer: I do not, at any time in the future, past, present, or at a sandwich shop, own the elric brothers logo and/or the fullmetal alchemist franchise. All events here and within are based upon the Fullmetal Series.

Chapter 3:

Dance on the Razor's Edge

It was dank, dark, and a hell hole. Even with the light from Mustang's glove Ed couldn't see far. Mustang jokingly had said that Ed shouldn't fall in, or he would drown in the knee high water, which Ed wittingly replied to by showing Mustang how deep the water actually was. Ed had already been jumped by three frogs already, and had fallen into the sewers water on more then one occasion. The soldiers weapons clinked softly in the dark light as they worked their way through the nasty place, keeping their eyes on the river. They had found three dead bodies of soldiers, all with their throats cut, which did not help the moral of the men. Al still had the kitten in his hands, its green eyes glaring at Ed all the time.

"Al..this is not the place for a cat, can you put that away please.." Ed said, stepping over a particularly nasty patch of green stuff.

"Okay brother" Al said, opening his head and gingerly letting the cat fall inside. A few soldiers, not know how "special" Al was, where very shocked that a large armored man had just eaten a kitten whole.

"This is interesting sir" Rica whispered, kneeling down over a large pool of blood, "its everywhere, but there are no footsteps of somebody leaving, only these foot prints near the edge..."

Ed kneeled down, examining the murky water, reaching in, he pulled a soggy piece of leather out of the water, showing it to Rica, "what do you make of this?"

"Its leather, like the kind your wearing...but its heat quenched. This stuff can take a lot of beating." Rica said, sniffing it, "and it smells like its been near a fire...I think that man was here."

Ed stood up, gripping his right fist as gritting his teeth, "that guys gonna pay, hurting innocent people, he's gone to far." Ed said, slamming his fist into a wall.

"Blow hard.." Ivan muttered, standing just above the group on a metal service platform, the girl laying against a wall. "Come on... I don't want to get in the way of the mini revenge machine down their.." Ivan picked her up, throwing the weight of her over his shoulder. As he went over to a metal walkway, a small, steel knife slid off the girl, falling down at the feet of the lieutenant.

"Come on, we got...wha.." Mustang said, jumping back from the metal sound, looking up, he sees a shadow silently creeping away, "hey you! Stop!"

Of course, since nobody in their right mind would stop, Ivan shot forward, his metal boots clanging loudly on the rusty walkway.

"You bastard!" Ed yelled, clapping his hand and pressing them into the ground. A line of spikes shot out of the cement, slicing through the rusty walkway and following the man.

"Will you cut that out!" Ivan yelled, side stepping a row of spikes, grabbing a small, rusty wrench conveniently hanging from a pipe, and lobbing it at the small man. He heard a satisfying crushing sound, and a string of swears, before Ivan ran on.

"Oww..." Ed muttered, applying another bandage to his growing collection on his forehead, "Was that just Winry?"

"No brother, unless Winry is a tall, athletic man who dresses in black and carries women away..which I don't think she is..." Al said, the kitten purring happily in his head, popping its head out of his mouth, and succeeding to make one of the soldiers faint.

"Where did he go?"

"Over their, lets go brother."

Soon the brothers where off, heading towards a beam of light in the ceiling