From What We Once Were
Chapter 8; TemperBane; "Let's review. In case you haven't forgotten: Edward has two bullet wounds; one in his shoulder, one slightly below his hip. Muahaha."
A; "You wounded Edward…" 0.o
Bane; "Yes, but I hath loved him, and so shall I benounce this amour forever more." 0.o "Oooh. Shakespearian."
A; o.0 "Let us leave it at that." 0.o
It wasn't a long walk from the facility to the station, and the combatant squad strode well ahead of Edward. Much to his ill-amusement, one could be sure. When, at last, they reached the platform, a train waited quite uncoincedentially. The prodigy hurriedly made to follow the man who, in a right cheerful state, had gone in the opposite direction with Winry.
"Fullmetal?"
He stopped, wincing slightly, as if knowing what was to come.
"I think I'd prefer it if you sat in this compartment. With us."
If looks could kill…
He settled himself against against the window, his left shoulder taking comfort with the numbing sensation of the condensing pane. Three unknown, heavily armed men sat on the benches beside him, while Hawkeye, Hues, and Fury sat on the opposing side. The Colonel, in obvious contempt, positioned himself across from Edward.
The boy shot murderous glances, and simmered in silence at his obvious failure to deter Mustang from his smug expression. The train set into motion soon after. Amber optics scanned the world outside with a displeased manner. One who was not familiar with the situation could easily have determined the just of the predicament simply by his subtle grinding of the teeth.
He could hear the other nine members of the squad settled in the compartement next to theirs. In fact, Edward could have sworn that he made out Winry's shallow breathing; her sodden heartbeat…
He watched wordlessly as the Flame Alchemist cracked his gloved knuckles with a substantially arbitrary smirk. It was obvious to anyone that he was enjoying this. But it was, to the observant eye, that he knew his glee would only last for as long as the prodigy could hold his temper…Something that proving difficult for him already, recognized by the slightly withdrawn restraint that could be found delved deep within his eyes.
It was a good half hour before any resistance was met. Edward, in actuallality, had remained on relatively good behavior up until said point, if one were to ignore infrequent scoffs and murmured profanities. But when someone in the next compartment over attempted to move Winry into a more comfortable position, she let forth, from the depths of delirious unconsciousness, an involuntary whimper of pain. Edward rose to his feet without thought. This movement, to his absent dismay, was nearly simaltaneous to the Colonel's.
A wrath of enraged gold pierced violently through obsidian with ease, but when Edward made to go to Winry's side, he was caught by Mustang.
"Fullmetal, I would think it best that you remain within our sight."
Edward, attempting, with futile shrugs, to rid Roy's clenched fist from his wounded shoulder (which stung fertively with the firm clasp), uttered with a low snarl, "Since when do I give a damn whether you think it's best! Winry's in there, and they don't know how to—"
"She's fine, Fullmetal. It's not as if you can do much better than they can."
Still, he stood, fozen. Mainly, he was paralyzed with an overpoweringly blood-stopping rage. But worry over where this was all leading became present as well.
He's wrong…they're hurting her. They're hurting Winry. My Winry.
Abruptly, Edward could make out a faint, "Ed?" It was muffled, faded, even, but certainly there. "…Ed?" a slightly more urgent plead sounded soon after the first. She was calling him…her sweet voice whispy and pained.
He was fuming now, ready to lash out at anyone who delayed him from reaching her side. His gaze settled on Mustang, and it could not have been clearer that— title of 'Colonel' or not—he would smack the man half-way down the train corridor if he didn't step down within the next five seconds. Roy, however, would not be so easily repressed.
"Ed, Relax. She's fine."countered a very laid-back Hughes. Until now, he had been flicking through pages of photographs, each with his own favorite subject; Elysia. Calmed slightly by Maes' s serene attitude, Edward paused his anger-ridden tyrade. The Colonel, hand still at the alchemist's left shoulder, saw this as the perfect opportunity to resume control.
Forcefully, Ed was shoved back down into his seat. His shoulder hit the metal frame of the window, and with the magnitude of the gentle shove, it scraped against the wound. Dazed shock replaced aggrivation, if only momentarily. Edward fought to restrain from wincing openly.
But when the Colonel sat down, it was only a few seconds before he noticed the crimson stain that had brushed itself upon the inner palm of his once-white glove. It took no further thought, therefore, to succumb to the realization that the boy was wounded—if not slightly.
Hawkeye caught his eye, seeping a look that clearly said, is this necessary? Roy broke the gaze, not responding, but allowing a slow frown to furrow his brow. He didn't like this part. It had been, for lack of better word, amusing to get Edward on the train just as he wished. But keeping him from the one girl he would give up his career to save— that was uncomfortably twisted to be as inclined as to find delight in.
The gentle cracking of steel as it clenched and unclenched was something one had to be alert to catch sound of. Subtly slow, but fueled by a rising fury, automaillic 'muscles' pumped ceaselessly. It was what he substituted for screaming his thoughts aloud, just clasping and unclasping his metal fist. The clacking was irritating, something the prodigy had been sure of.
When, at last, the train ceased its voyage in Central, Edward rose at once to his feet. The Colonel, however, had made sure that those with the custody of the former-prisoner would walk well ahead, and their party would follow suit.
Edward observed this with out much thought, and glanced nervously out the window, watching them step into a conveniantly placed facility he hadn't taken much noice of before now.
"We're here."
"What's in there?" Edward inquired absently, as though he hadn't heard Mustang's most recent words.
Fury gave him a faded grin and murmured, "Military Medical Quarters; MMQ. Best thing for her now."
The prodigy heard his words, but didn't allow them to sink in…what if they were wrong? Abruptly, he longed to be shoving the combatants away from her frail form. But he couldn't; at least, not yet…
Bane; "I'm thoroughly disappointed in the response to my recent update of Brought to Light. I would have thought that a little more than 3 people would have reviewed…But alas, I digress. Maybe it wasn't as good as most expected."
A; -pouts- "Lemons…I wanted lemons…"
Bane; -tries to ignore A- (HEY, it's a hard feat!) "But anyway, I updated loads. 1 From What We Once Were (FWWOW), 1 Brought to Light (BtL), 1 Phantasmagoria (Changed it from Tomorrow's Today) (Ph), 3 chapters for a new fic I plan on releasing slowly…Listless (List). THERE! Now you have all the things to go see, and their abbreviations for future referance. Yay!"