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Fullmetal Alchemist 2

Uprising of the Golems

Part Two

Alexandra walked along the main road in Central. She looked around at all the rubble. The mess would have been easy enough to clean up with alchemy, but every last bit had to be excavated. The body count had reached into the hundreds as more and more rubble was pulled away. Personal possessions along with loved ones were pulled from the chunks of concrete that littered most of the city. The main square had been gone through already and so it was repaired. Alexandra looked at a poster on a bulletin as she passed by a local shop. It listed all the lives lost in the accident. The city was slowly healing, but there are some things you cannot heal.

Ed and Al ran down the deserted street. "Where do you think it came from?" Al said. "I don't know…wherever it is, we have to find out," Ed said. "Brother, do you think this could be our chance…to go home?" Ed looked over at Al, then down at the ground. "We shouldn't get our hopes up, Al. Even if there is another gate, it may not be safe to pass through." Ed said. "Brother…do you not want to go home?" Al said hesitantly. "Of course I do, Al! I just…I don't want to have hope…and then be disappointed." Al nodded and they looked ahead down the road. "Where to next?" Al said. "I don't know, but as soon as we see more of those things, then we trace them back to the gate." Ed said. "Is this going to be an all-night stake-out?" Al whined. "Looks like." Ed said.

"It's been reasonably peaceful since the accident," Scheska said as she looked out the window. "Yeah…" Winry said, not really paying attention. "You're thinking about them again, aren't you?" Scheska said. Winry suddenly looked over at her. "N-no I'm not!" she said defensively. "It's okay, at least you've come out of your room. It's okay to think about them

, but don't let that stop you from living your own life." Scheska said. "I don't think I could ever have a normal life…I'll just end up one of those old ladies with 20 cats," Winry said as she put her head on the table. "I'm pathetic." "You're not pathetic, time heals all things," Scheska said. "When did you become so insightful?" Winry said accusingly. "As soon as you needed it," she said. Winry smiled.

There was a knock on the door. "Come in," Mustang said, knowing who it was. First Lieutenant Hawkeye walked in with a large stack of paperwork. "More?" Mustang whined. "Yes, sir. Until we can sort this thing out, there's going to be a lot more," she said. The Colonel just sighed. "And sir?" The Colonel looked up from his paperwork. "It's great to have you back." Mustang smirked. "You say that every day," he said. "And every day it's still true." She set the paperwork down on his desk, saluted, and walked out. Mustang went back to his paperwork and a few minutes later there was another knock on his door, different than the first one.

"Who is it?" he asked. "I am here on behalf of the position of Fuhrher." "Come in," Mustang said. The door opened and a man walked in. He was tall, thin and wore a military uniform just like him. The man saluted. "Colonel Mustang, sir, I am here to inform you that you have been appointed Fuhrher," he said. "Just like that?" Mustang said, in shock. "Yes. At a time like this, a Fuhrher is very necessary. Formality will come later, and you will be sworn in, but as of now you are Fuhrher. Please give it a few days for it to take affect. You may take as many men as you need from your unit or new subordinates will be provided for you. That is all, sir," he said.

The Colonel was speechless for a moment. "Thank you, you are dismissed," Mustang said. The man saluted and walked out of the room. Mustang sat there for a moment, then got up and walked to his door. He walked out of the office and everyone looked at him. "Sir?" Hawkeye said. "I'M FUHRHER!"

"Oh God! Not the mini skirts!"

"Al! Wake up!" Ed yelled. "Wha?" Al said lazily as he sat up. "What time is it?" Al said as he rubbed his eyes. "About 5 o'clock," Ed said as he checked his watch. Al moaned and lay back down on the road. "Why couldn't we rent a motel room?" Al whined. "Because if we're in a hotel room, we can't see anymore of those things come out," Ed said, annoyed. Al had been bugging him all night.

"The sun is gonna come up any minute, so stop complaining," Ed said. "I have a right to complain! We spent all night on the road looking for robots!" Al yelled. "Al, they're not robots, they're hollow metal suits. And they don't seem dangerous if they simultaneously explode like that," Ed said. "Whatever…" Al said as he crossed his arms. "You were a morning person up until you got your body back," Ed grumbled. "Well, that was back before I got hungry or tired," Al said, glaring at Ed.

Suddenly there was a loud clang and some shuffling. Ed and Al looked at each other, nodded, and went after the source of the sound. They turned the corner on the street and saw another figure on the street. "Hey!" Ed said and they ran after it. They were surprised when the figure turned and slowly began walking towards them. It stopped a few feet away from them.

"P-p…" it said. "Please…help," it said as it came forward and collapsed, grapping onto the front of Ed's shirt. Ed just stared down at it. "Please…help me…" Its voice sounded hollow and empty. "I can't feel…feel anything…please kill me…" it said. Ed and Al just stared in horror. Its eyes glowed red, but they slowly dimmed and faded all together. The figure released its grip on Ed's shirt and fell to the ground with a clank.

"That was a person's soul, Al. Some sick bastard took their soul…and attached it to a metal suit." Ed looked at the ground and clenched his teeth. "We have to find the gate."

"Col-er, Fuhrher!" Lieutenant Hawkeye said as she knocked on the door. "Come in," Mustang said. She came in and saluted. "Sir, there have been reports of serial killings in Lior. There have been around 15 bodies found, all the same. No traces of injuries, internal or external. No cause of death can be found."

Mustang rubbed his temples. This is just what he needed on his first official day as Fuhrher. "Is there any other pattern besides the cause of death? All adults, all woman, all children?" he asked. "There is no pattern that I can see. Some are women, some are men. There were no children reported, and all the victims seem to be over 18," she said. "Very well. Send Havoc, Breda, Fuery, and Faulman to investigate," Mustang said. "All of them, sir?" Hawkeye said. "Yes. At times like these, you can never be too sure. Better safe than sorry," he said. "Yes sir!" she said. She saluted, and walked out of the room. "Maybe that girl was right…" Mustang said.

"Excuse me?" Mustang said as he walked up to a familiar military officer. "Fuhrher Mustang, sir. What can I do for you?" the officer said, saluting. "At ease," Mustang said. The officer put his arm down. "Remember that girl from yesterday, complaining that Central was going to be attacked?" he said. "Yes, sir! I put her name and complaint on file. Would you like me to get it for you?" the officer said. "Please."

The officer went behind a desk, opened a file cabinet, and began digging through files. "Aha!" he said as he found it and handed it to Mustang. "Here you are, sir," he said. "Thank you," Mustang said as he took it over to a table and opened it up.

Name: Alexandra Bennet

Age: 15

Complaints that Central City would become under attack on an (uncertain date) by an unidentified person(s)…

There wasn't much that he could use, but it would be good to keep this file on hand. He stuck it in his uniform jacket and walked back to his office.

Alexandra sat on the front steps of the military building with her chin in her hands. "I need to talk to someone else. That retarded officer didn't believe me. I need to talk to someone higher up," she said to herself. Suddenly she heard the door opened and she turned around. She saw Roy Mustang, the man that had just been appointed Fuhrher.

"Just the person I wanted to see," he said. Alexandra just sat there in shock for a moment, then immediately stood up and saluted. "Hello, sir! You…wanted to see me?" she said. "Yes," he said. "You are Alexandra Bennet, the girl that was in here yesterday?" "Yes. I need to tell you something. It's very important, sir," she said. "I know. A report was filed, as are all complaints. But it was very vague, would you please come and tell me more about it, Ms. Bennet?" he said. "I would be very happy to," she said. "And please, call me Alex."

They walked into Mustang's office and she looked around at boxes that littered the office. "Going somewhere, sir?" Alex said. Mustang looked around. "Ah, yes. Well, as I'm sure you know, I've been appointed Fuhrher so I'm moving to a much bigger office," Mustang said. "That must be nice," Alex said. "It is. Please, Alex, have a seat," Mustang said, gesturing to one of two chairs.

Alex sat down and stared at Mustang intently. "Please, tell me everything you know," Mustang said. "You seem to have a lot of faith that I'm telling you the truth," Alex said. "Shouldn't I?" Mustang quizzed. "Yes, it's just that it's surprising that the Fuhrher would believe some 15 year old."

"Alex, you came here yesterday reporting that there was to be an attack on Central. This morning, I received a report that around 15 people have mysteriously turned up dead. I'm all ears." Alex sighed. "Okay, here it goes. I heard rumors that a mysterious man named Edgar Aldue had been experimenting with alchemy. I was curious so I went to his small mansion in Lior. He was gone, so I looked through his things. What I found was piles of papers containing calculations…to attach human souls to metal suits. I also found array designs…unlike anything I've ever seen. He had notes on most all of the pages, along with a journal. He said that the array…opened a gate." At this Mustang's eyes grew wide. "A g-gate?" he said. "Yes. It said a gate to the other world. It described weapons that were supposedly in that world, far more powerful than our own, powerful enough to destroy entire cities. In his journal…it said that he planned to attach the souls of people to metal suits, and he would then send them to get the weapons for him. Then he would use the weapons to hold Central at his mercy. He wants total control."

Mustang just sat there, speechless, waiting for her to say more. "I thought he was just some psycho babbling on about impossible things. I left, but I came back later to see if I was right. I looked in one of his windows and saw him do it. He had a woman, and he used alchemy to attach her soul to a metal suit…and it was able to walk. He said something to it, I couldn't hear what, but it got up and went into the next room. I left before I was caught."

Mustang just sat there, then stood up. "I believe your story. Please come with me, we have a lot of work to do."

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