Finally...after months and months...I have finally gotten aroun to writing the second chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not own FMA or Saran-Wrap.
Milk
Chapter 2
The still saran-wrapped Havoc sat down at his desk and leaned back, putting his feet up. He sighed and pulled a spare cigarette out of the drawer. He then reached down to pull his lighter out of his pocket. There was one small problem though-his pocket was covered in saran-wrap. Too stupid to realize that if he just took the plastic-wrap off he could get his lighter, Havoc started freaking out.
"Must have lighter somewhere!" he exclaimed. He dumped out his desk drawers, but with no luck. Tearing apart the rest of his desk he went on a mad search for something to light his cancer-stick with. "Where are they? Where are they! Aha!" He found a box with a single match in it. He took it out and lit it, savoring the flame that it produced. Havoc brought it up to his cigarette but, as if in slow motion, he sneezed and the light blew out.
"NOOOOOOOOO!" he screamed, sinking to his knees and raising his hands to the ceiling. "Why?" he cried. "Why are you doing this to me?" Thick tears were streaming down his face, but he slowly got up, as if he was in pain, and started looking for a flame. "Must find fire, must find fire," Havoc repeated over and over. Taking two pencils from the mess that was once his desk, he started rubbing them together. For what seemed like hours, he sat there, rubbing.
Suddenly he got an idea. A wonderful idea. Havoc got a wonderful awful idea. He stood up abruptly, and raced out of the room. "Mustang!" he screamed, running down the hall. "MUSTANG!" He skidded into Mustang's office to find it packed with people. Hawkeye, both of the Elrics, Armstrong, Fury, Breda, and even Black Hayate were standing with a look of pure terror on their faces. In the middle of the room, dancing to 'Disco Inferno', was Colonel Roy Mustang.
"Hey! That's not fair!" Havoc cried out. "You're having a party and you didn't invite me!"
Hearing Havoc's shout, Mustang turned off the music. "What do you want Havoc? You just interrupted the best song ever! And shouldn't you be doing my paperwork?"
"Umm…..help me! Roy, you have to help me!"
"What, are you dying? Cause honestly, I don't care. Wait, what am I saying?" he then got on his knees in front of Havoc, begging, "Don't die Havoc! Then I won't have anyone to push all my paperwork on! Nobody will do it! And Black Hayate doesn't know how to sign my name yet!"
"Well, if I die," Havoc pretended to choke, "you can always get Ed to do it."
"Yes! Perfect! I'll push it all on the midget!"
"Midget! MIDGET! WHO ARE YOU CALLING AN AMEBA SO TINY YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE IT WITH A MICROSCOPE!"
"Ed, shut up!" Havoc screamed. "I'm dying here!"
"Don't die Havoc!" Roy cried again.
Havoc, now lying on the floor, reached up and grabbed Roy's arm. "Before I go," he wheezed, "can you light my cigarette for me?"
"I'll do anything just don't die!" He then snapped his fingers. It's really a shame that Roy can't direct his flame to such a small area as the end of a cigarette. Havoc's entire arm burst into flame. Luckily though, Hawkeye grabbed a glass of milk that was sitting on top of Roy's desk and poured it on him, putting out the fire.
"Are you okay, Havoc?" she asked.
"Yeah….it turns out this saran-wrap is fireproof."
Suddenly, a loud eruption was heard from Ed. "WHAT IS THAT!" he screamed. He was pointing to a splotch of white liquid on his left hand. "I HAVE MILK ON ME! I WILL GET RID OF YOU ONCE AND FOR ALL, YOU VILE LIQUID!" he screamed at the milk. Ed then did a transmutation on it. But it didn't only make the milk disappear, but also his left arm. "Oh crap!" he cried. "Winry's gonna kill me!"
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