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Drabble the Twenty-third: 5th Lab: Pain
Fullmetal stopped short, and a bright blue light flared up around him. Stone spikes shot from the ground into the walls, allowing even more of the cursed liquid to flow into the room. If it had been confusion before, it was absolute chaos now; the homunculi and the chimera creature had fled, and the prisoners had all either been killed or had gotten out somehow. Scar, however, wasn't noticing any of this; all that red liquid, all activated at once, so close to him…he was crouched in a kneeling position on the ground, clutching his right arm to his chest as tightly as he could. It hurt it hurt it hurt IT HURT. The tattoos burned as though they were on fire, the whole arm felt like it was going to explode…his teeth were clenched tightly together in an attempt not to scream, but even then a muted cry forced its way out of his throat. Scar staggered to his feet after a few seconds and ran, but he was half-blinded by the pain and not paying any heed to where he was going in the dark maze of the laboratory. When finally the horrible pain had mostly receded and he looked around, he realized that he had absolutely no idea where he was. And now that the adrenaline was leaving his blood, he was becoming very aware of his extensive injuries. This was bad…this was very bad…he staggered through the twisting corridors, feeling his strength ebb away with every step he took. He had to make it out of here…he had to keep going…had to survive this…but at last he could walk no further, and fell to the hard stone floor. He didn't know how long he lay there in the eerie half-darkness, drifting in and out of consciousness…he couldn't quite bring himself to really care anymore.
"…think he is?" as Scar returned to consciousness for possibly the fifth time, he heard a man's voice speaking. That was different. He slowly opened his eyes halfway, and saw a pale hand directly in front of his face. And on the hand…a blood-red tattoo of a dragon eating its own tail…the symbol he had seen on the homunculi. His eyes widened in something close to fear, and he attempted to get away but found himself unable to move without excruciating pain. His heart began to beat faster…it was going to kill him, this creature, and he couldn't escape. He was going to die here after all.
A/N: Awww, poor Scar-san…-clings-
Scar: Can't…breathe…
Oh. Whoops. -lets go- But anyway, as you can see I came up with this wonderful theory that Greed (if you couldn't tell that was him) and Scar met in the 5th Lab, and…I'm not gonna tell. -evil authoress cackle- But I'm sorry for taking so long with this! I'm so busy…T.T And I'm late with everything else, but I had to write this down before I forgot…I don't know how long the next one will take, since I really really hafta get up the next chapters for Muses O' Doom and Brothers, and write a college application essay. But, on a happier note, I can respond to reviews again with that new 'review reply' whatsit! But only to the non-anonymous ones…better than nothing, though. And on another note, there's a story by K.A. Maples called 'Scars: Chimera', and it's great and I promised that I'd advertise for her. Well, bye for now, hopefully I'll update soon.