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Well, I was bored…so I wrote this…
"Release the dogs!" Was the only warning Ed had that two large Dobermans were to charge at him. The dogs viciously growled as they charged at the blonde on the frosty cobblestone. Ed only smirked and slashed one's throat with his already transmuted armblade while it was in mid-leap. As for the other one, he collided his auto-mail leg to its skull, breaking its neck and shattering the bone.
After the killing of the first two dogs, yet another wave was sent, but this time of five. Ed only stabbed two of them with his armblade and flung the bodies off. He then shifted his weight to his heel and pivoted around to meet the other attacking animals. With ease Ed pierced into the spine of one of the dogs, and barely missed an attack by the other. The dog's stomach was sliced open by the armblade the blonde so gracefully controlled. The last and final dog growled and bore its teeth as it charged. With a slice it was dead.
Ed stood there in the frosted cobblestone alleyway; the dead dogs' bodies around him, and the live ones of the many soldiers who had him cornered. Not wanting to take anymore lives that necessary, Ed refused to use alchemy on any of them. He only took a step back from the soldiers and stood against one of the brick walls.
The soldiers still had their guns pointed on him, some shaking with fear and others with anger. Ed only calmly licked the splattered blood of the dogs off from around his lips, never losing eye contact with the many military personals.
"It's been nice, but I really gotta go," Ed said smoothly, clapping his hands together and jumping on the newly transmuted steps up to the rooftops. He sarcastically saluted and ran off into the frosted night.
By the time someone had gone to the roof to look, Ed was already long gone, thus starting another never ending game of cat and mouse that had been going on for two months so far.
It had all started when Ed had run away from the military's clutches on a mission, deciding to look for the Philosopher's Stone his way. He still had his pocket watch, so he was able to access files. He just thought it best to escape it all and look for it by himself. He had left Al behind when he ran away, only to keep him out of the danger he knew he would be in with his decision.
Now, Ed was technically a convict, a fugitive, a criminal. Every town he had been in, or the military expected him to go in, was alerted to be on the lookout for the blonde. They even offered a very generous reward for the live capture of him, knowing that it would be close to impossible. But, Ed always remained a step ahead of everyone else. And even if he was almost caught, he would always find escape.
The military was determined to capture him, not wanting to lose one of its greatest alchemists. And also, they couldn't have a psychotic, dangerous alchemist running around taking classified information.
Since the two months time the blonde had become more violent, but only to survive in the towns he traveled to among other things. Some would even say that he had gone mad, or that he was even reverting back to his primitive animal instincts.
He had long since lost the hair tie, allowing his hair to hang freely around his face. His auto-mail bore scars of previous attacks, as well as his flesh. Basically, he looked like someone that you wouldn't want to anger.
It was one continuous game of cat and mouse between him, the military, the homunculi, among other people. This was his life now more than ever before, he had to use all of his will to survive in the world that was all against him, and to keep going on the search for the stone.
So uh…yeah…tell me what you think of this story…