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Drabble the Twentieth: 5th Lab: Lost
Scar wandered the dimly-lit stone passageways, completely lost in the maze-like interior of the laboratory. He'd had a small stroke of luck when, after a failed attempt at climbing out, he'd destroyed one of the walls of his temporary prison and discovered another hallway on the other side. But, on the downside, he hadn't had any idea where the hall led or where it was in relation to any other hallways, and after several twists and turns he didn't think he'd be able to find his way back to the original room even if he'd wanted to.
After about five minutes of wandering, the Ishbalan stumbled upon a rather gruesome sight: several dead…things…were strewn across the hall. A closer look revealed them to be chimeras of some kind, and although the blood covering the floor looked fairly fresh, the bodies were already rotting. The stench was so terrible that Scar gagged and had to cover his nose with his sleeve; he was no stranger to corpses, but this…he hurried past, fighting the urge to be sick. He would have to be doubly careful now; there could very well be more chimeras prowling the halls, and if he wasn't alert he could wind up prey. His mind noted the twisted irony of the situation; he'd entered this place a hunter, and now he'd almost completely made the transition into being hunted.
As he continued to walk through the depths of the 5th Lab, a deep ache began in Scar's right arm. The closest thing he could compare it to was when the Crystal Alchemist had gotten close to him with that red stone. This feeling was a good deal more muted, but it was the same kind of pain. Just what was going on in this place? Other soulbound armor, homunculi, chimeras, and now more of those red stones? This was far bigger than he'd thought it was; he should never have followed that creature in. The Ishbalan knew that he had to find his way out of this hell as soon as he could. Forget Fullmetal, forget that creature who claimed to know about his arm…he was in way over his head, and he knew it. But he couldn't quite make himself forget Alphonse; after a short mental debate with his conscience, he conceded that he would help the boy…if he found him. Because of the fact that Alphonse might not even still be alive, and since even if he was alive Scar was not going to be actively looking for him, the Ishbalan was satisfied with the relatively low chance of actually having to aid the boy. Or, at least, he told himself that he was satisfied with it.
A/N: Poor Scar-san, lost and confused and all alone. And not only that, but he now has Barry the Chopper, Lust and Gluttony, red stones, and vicious man-eating chimeras to worry about. And that's just the stuff he knows about; there's also Envy, Greed, Kimbley, and Greed's chimera-human posse. And yet still I manage to get in some more Scar and Al Friendship Development. Next drabble we get him watching through the little window thingy at Ed and Al's Terrible Predicament (I'm gonna have fun with that one), and maybe it'll get to him Saving The Day. And when that's done (however many drabbles it takes), I get to make up some more stuff about how the heck he got out of the lab. Yay! -hops up and down singing- Birthday tomorrow, birthday tomorrow…thanks everyone for telling me happy early birthday!