Abuse!

"So will you help?" Ed pleaded.

Hawkeye nodded but continued to keep a glare of anger toward the story and was already uptight about it.

Second Lieutenant Havoc suddenly entered the room with a serious look on his face.

"Yes Lieutenant Havoc?" asked Hawkeye noticing his spontaneous entrance.

"Sorry to barge in but we have some serious business. We found a mad man on the loose. Edward, Alphonse, Mustang is making this your case. He needs you in his office right away!" Havoc explained with a half-a cigarette dangling from his lips as he spoke.

Ed and Al nodded and casually walked out of the targeting room. They strutted to Mustang's office both thinking it was the case of the injured girl. "Colonel, you needed us?" Edward asked pushing open the door to Mustang's office.

Mustang was looking out of the big window behind his desk, as he always did. Once the two had entered he quickly turned to them and stopped daydreaming. "Fullmetal, we have a situation." Mustang skipped straight to the point. "There is a young girl whom looks nearly your age, which walks around central with an older man. She is really pale and looks almost dead. The other day she was nearly two steps from the main doors but the same guy came up and took her away; by the throat and slapped her."

Edward nodded, listening inventively making sure to get every aspect of the story before assuming anything. He automatically knew it was the same brunette girl him and Al had seen a lot of. "Sir, we had seen her before and even talked to her, but she couldn't answer anything without that guy showing up." Ed added with his head down and stood merely inches from Mustang's desk.

Mustang nodded, "I know I saw you hit the guy." He smirked a bit but went back to a plain frown with a strict face. "You know what you have to do." Mustang handed Edward the report files and the mission papers and escorted them out.

Edward read the papers Mustang had handed him as Alphonse and he walked out of the main doors. "Where do you think we are going to find her?" Ed asked Alphonse quietly and almost to himself.

Alphonse looked down at Ed, "I'm not sure brother. Where do we normally see her?"

"We see her everywhere. Not just in one place. And every time we see her she is even more hurt and I bet it's by that same guy."

Alphonse nodded and said nothing but continued to trot aside his brother. He looked around as the sun was almost directly under the pinkish orange horizon. He wanted to smile but kept thinking of that girl and the sadness she brought to their eyes. She looked so scared, but then again that guy with her didn't seem to make it any better. In fact, he always took her away and hit her or chocked her.

Nearly three hours of silence between Ed and Al passed and it was dark. Almost eleven now and they hadn't seen or heard anything of or about the girl. The quarter moon lit the path the two boys followed in the night. Ed slumped over looking tired and hungry without hope of anything as he did whenever something bored him.

"Let's call it a day, eh Al. We haven't even heard a-" He was interrupted by a shriek from an alley way in the distance. With a slight hesitation Ed raced off to where the scream was heard.

Alphonse came running after, and sure enough they heard the same shriek as they neared their destination. Alphonse followed his brother as both of their eyes searched around for a source but none was found. It was both too dark and strangely quiet.

"Help me!" Was finally heard nearby and fast feet tapping in the distance. Certainly the sounds of two people running. In the distance was spotted the girl with, of course the same man chasing after her. She was running so fast without looking ahead, she had run into Edward.

He made a humph sound as the two hit the ground hard in the fall. Ed blushed when he saw the girl almost unconscious on top of him barely wearing anything. Her clothes were almost completely torn off and the man was still running after them with his eyes watering and a goofy smile as he tripped over himself.

Ed grabbed the girl's arm and ran with her being pulled behind. Ed wanted to ask questions but knew it wasn't the time. Reaching Alphonse Ed swung the girl's arm and her body went with it into Alphonse's arms. Edward and Alphonse ran as fast as they could; carrying the girl to safety. Unfortunately they had walked too far away from head quarters to make it in time, so they tricked the man and ran into an alley without him noticing.

Ed panted and gasped for breath holding his knees as he bent over a bit. Once he had enough air to speak he did. "What's going on?" He asked the girl. With being able to see her more he noticed her shirt was thin and completely ripped up enough to expose herself and her jeans were unzipped with holes and runs all in them.

She held her arms across her breasts to cover then and answered, "I wanted to tell you before that I was in trouble." She was too weak to stand and fell to her knees.

Edward smiled with sympathy and took off his red coat to put around her. "What's your name?" Ed asked trying to lighten the mood although that was normally Alphonse job.

The girl looked up into Edward's golden eyes. "I am Helene. What are your names?" She asked with what almost seemed like a smile but it wasn't.

Alphonse butt in and announced, "I'm Alphonse and this is my older brother Ed." He sounded cheerful but didn't want to, considering the situation.

Helene at first was a bit scared of Al but lightened up once she noticed he was harmless and wanted to help. "Thank you both so much. I'd probably be dead right now if it weren't for you." She smiled slightly but it was quickly turned back to a frown once a groan was heard from the entrance of the alleyway and the man was seen holding a gun to the three.

Alphonse reacted quickly and stepped in front of Ed and Helene to take the bullet for them, seeing how it wouldn't affect him. Before the gun could be shot a car had pulled up from behind the man. A dark figure swiftly stepped out of the car and two other shadows came rushing with guns at hand pointing toward the drunken man.