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Drabble the Nineteenth: 5th Lab: Alone
Another explosion rocked the building, and in a large room, Scar began to wake. Slowly he opened his eyes, only one thought running through his mind, 'I'm alive…it didn't eat me…I'm alive…' But every part of him ached, and he had no idea where he was…had he been captured by those creatures? 'No…' he realized as he looked around him and saw no one, just an empty room. He turned his gaze upward, seeing a series of broken-through ceilings; he must have fallen in here. But…why hadn't the homunculus come after him? Unable to find an answer, he moved onto the next problem: how was he supposed to get out of this room? There were no exits save for the hole in the ceiling, and the walls were high and completely smooth; he was very effectively trapped. And there was no one there to help him. This realization caused him to remember, with a kind of cold jolting feeling, about Alphonse. What had happened to the boy? Had he been captured, or -an uneasy feeling rose in Scar's chest-…eaten? There was no way of knowing. Scar slammed his fist against the floor in frustration; they may have been enemies, but Alphonse had protected him when he'd needed it, had saved his life. And he hadn't been able to do the same in return; he hadn't even been able to protect himself. Scar was unable to suppress a feeling that he'd…failed, somehow. He gritted his teeth and pushed himself up off the floor, standing shakily and wishing that the movement didn't hurt so much; this was no time for regret. He was alone now, and he had to focus on surviving this hellish place. Alone…why did that thought make him so uncomfortable?
A/N: Nar…another short one; I was originally going to have him wandering around in this one, but I guess not. I'm somehow finding it highly amusing that I have, like, no control over my own stories. Anywho, poor Scar-san, all alone in the 5th Lab…that's not a very happy situation at all. Scar needs his Al…hehehe, the way I say it, it sounds like Al's his security blanket or something…Oh, and guess what? This Wednesday, the 21st of September, I will be turning 17 years old. Yaaaay!