Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom, nor do I own Fullmetal Alchemist. However, the unique plots and events I put the characters through are original creations of my own mind.
The house was in complete destruction. If one had walked in believing it to be abandoned for decades, they would easily be able to accept that for a fact. Shards of wood were strewn about the floor, and one wall seemed to mimic the properties of a trampoline. The first floor now had a large hole about its middle, giving way to the basement. Within a large, iron cage stood Havoc, holding onto the bars earnestly.
"I do one little errand for Mustang and I end up behind bars..." Havoc sighed, taking a drag on his thinning cigarette. He could hear the transmutations occurring below him, as well as the little banter between Izumi and Lieutenant Armstrong. He perked up at the sound of someone retching, straining his neck to see through the bars.
"What the hell 's goin' on down there?" He spoke to himself, cigarette careful at the corner of his mouth. Smoothing out his blonde hair, he leaned back on his cage, confident his superior would get him out eventually.
"Where the heck is that medicine bottle?" (Danny)
"How am I supposed to know?" (Sam)
"I don't know! You're the one that dragged me in here, remember?" (Danny)
"Well, isn't it a good thing I did!"(Sam)
Havoc leaned in close, beginning to hear whispers down the hall.
"Hello?" He called out, but received no answer. Sighing, he relaxed himself, releasing some smoke.
"I must be goin' crazy...I swear I heard voices..."
BANG! BANG! The cupboards swung open and closed by themselves, the objects within it seeming to fall out without warning. Jumping in shock, Havoc quickly withdrew his rifle, cocking the gun.
"Who's there?" He shouted. The tip of his cigarette fell, the ashes falling to his feet. The cupboards stopped, though he heard the items on the floor being restless, as though kicked around. Hearing a rolling sound, he looked to the outer edge of his cage. Glancing up, he crouched down, gun up as he reached down to the white bottle. Grabbing it, he stood up, glancing around wearily.
"Funny. No label." Havoc looked at the strange bottle curiously, until a ray of green light zapped it out of his hand. Havoc fired a few rounds repeatedly, hitting everything but whatever had made the green ray.
"Ahh..." He winced, looking to his hand that now sported a small burn mark. Looking up from tending the new wound, Havoc stumbled back, falling to the floor.
"What the hell!" He croaked. The unlabeled white medicine bottle floated in the air of its own accord, before vanishing from sight altogether. Hearing frantic, light footsteps, he felt a chill run down his spine, fears iced with the closing of a door to the basement. All color vanished from Havoc's face, and he felt himself slip from consciousness.
"That was close." (Sam)
"Maybe next time you won't force me into a situation like this!" (Danny)
"What did I do?" (Sam)
"Ahem. And I quote:
'What about Izumi! She might be psychotic, but she still helped us.'
'You saw those guys! They're from the military!'
'And since when did you side with the law?' " (Danny)
"So?" (Sam)
"Stop toying with my guilt!" (Danny)
"Aha! So you did want to help Izumi!" (Sam)
"Shut up, Sam!" (Danny)
Armstrong stood abruptly, fists extended. He looked around, observing every detail of his surroundings, searching for a voice that had spoken to a colleague of some sort to quiet down.
"Show yourself!" Armstrong demanded, eyes gazing around. Debris was scattered about his feet, and a slight dust loomed in the air. With yet another coughing feet, Izumi distracted Armstrong from his surveying. She wiped the blood from her mouth with her white sleeve, now sitting in a chair Armstrong had transmuted for her. At this point, her home was a mess. Even with alchemy, it would be quite the undertaking to fix everything.
"Madame, are you sure you don't know where your medicine is?" Izumi sighed, reluctantly accepting the Lieutenant's aid.
"I'm su-" With a tiny rustle and clicking sound, Izumi looked to her feet. Before her stood the white bottle containing the remedy Dante had made for her before she had perished.
"There." Izumi spoke hoarsely, looking down in a mixture of curiosity and shock. Armstrong, too, was taken aback at the sudden appearance of the bottle. Picking it up cautiously as though containing a fragile substance, he easily opened the bottle, handing it to Izumi. She beginning to consume whatever remedy was within the bottle, Armstrong turned from his subject. Walking forward, he looked around. His instincts told him he was not alone.
"Havoc? How are you holding up in there?" Armstrong shouted to the first floor.
No reply.
"Havoc?" Armstrong craned his neck to gaze through the large opening in the floors, only seeing an empty cage.
"Something isn't right..." Armstrong mused, rubbing his chin in thought. Turning to Izumi, he approached her.
"Ma'am, are you ready to tell us about the Elrics now?" Izumi glared, controlling her breathing.
"They're fine, I assure you."
"Mrs.Curtis, the Colonel needs to know a location."
"Well, I don't know. They left weeks ago."
"Really? I have a strange account of a murder in the mountains...something with an old woman, and someone traveling to the old woman's manor stated they saw a short blonde boy and an armored companion walking away."
Izumi glared at Armstrong, but he merely stared sternly back.
"I thank you for your help, but I don't know where the Elrics are." Armstrong sighed, watching as Izumi strained to stand up.
"Mrs.Curtis, you need some medi-"
"GHOSTS!" The two snapped their attention to upstairs, hearing the frantic scream of Havoc.
"Shhh! Shut up!" Another voice...no, two voices, replied. Izumi's eyes widened as Armstrong sprinted up the stairs, fists clenched. She recognized those voices. Danny and Sam from Amity.
"Darn it! I thought that guy was out cold!" Danny whined, running out of the house, Sam at his tail. Behind them, Havoc gawked, cigarette fallen out of his mouth, unsure how he had gotten out of his cage while he was unconscious.
"Why didn't you just stay invisible?"
"It takes a lot out of a guy!" Danny retorted, the two jumping over the solid rock formation that now occupied Izumi's front doorway.
"STOP!" Danny and Sam began running faster, frowning as they heard large and swift footsteps behind them.
"Gah!" Danny faltered. Grasping his shoulder, he fell to the ground. His face dug into the dirt, bodydragging along the cobblestones.
"Danny!" Sam stopped quickly, turning on her heels. Grabbing Danny with the wrist, she looked up, met with the sight of Armstrong running at the speed of a freight train.
"AHHH!" Sam began running, having no time to help Danny up.
"OW!" Rock.
"GAH!" Dirt.
"OOOHH!" Sam's heel.
"STOP, YOU TWO!" Armstrong shouted. Pounding his fists on the ground, a purple light illuminated the transmutation circle on his gauntlets. Like a wave, the ground reared up. Danny looking back a split second before the wave hit, he watched in horror as the two went flailing into the air like psychotic penguins that thought they could fly, before falling to the ground that had resumed its normal texture - REALLY hard.
"OWW!" The two spoke simultaneously, rubbing their butts, Danny still clutching his right shoulder. The wound Lust had marked him with reopened, and blood now trickled down the new black shirt Izumi had given to him. Clutching the two by the back of the shirt, Armstrong easily picked the two up, forcing them to look at him. Danny winced, still holding his right shoulder. Sam merely feigned a smile, trying to look innocent. However, lacking in the experience of being innocent made Sam's expression turn out frightening.
"What were you doing in there?" Armstrong spoke, thousands of questions coming to mind.
"Uh...umm..." Sam struggled, unsure of any convincing alibi.
Izumi rushed up the stairs, looking to Havoc, eyes wide and face pale. Examining the cage, she deduced that there was no way he could've gotten out. Besides, he looked like he didn't know a transmutation circle from a sewing circle.
"Those two are going to kill me, I swear..." Still, a small smile played at Izumi's lips. She didn't know how, or why, but she believed those two to be part of something much bigger. It was as though an Alchemical aura just resonated around them, filling her with both hope and a strange thirst for truth.
Stumbling over the dried rock, Izumi glared at Armstrong, he setting down the two. Clapping her hands together, the sound distracted the three of them, each turning back. Smirking, she placed her hands on the cobblestone path. Rearing up like a serpent, the rock and earth wrapped around Armstrong, forming an earthen wrap around him.
"Go! I don't know who- or what, you are...but just go! Now!" Danny nodded to Izumi's words. Grabbing Sam's wrist, he knew he had to get out of there as soon as possible, and there was only one way to do that. Legs forming into a roiling black mist, the two surged into the sky. Danny flew higher and higher, trying to appear like a flying dot from below.
Izumi watched the two fly off in awe, filled with a new curiosity. Whatever that Danny was, or where Sam came from, the two would always push Izumi on to learn about Alchemy...and the two would always remind her of two rambunctious boys she knew, now searching for an ethical way to create a Philosopher's Stone.
Author's Note: And so ends Chapter Eleven. If I must, I shall clarify the following passage:
"OW!" Rock.
"GAH!" Dirt.
"OOOHH!" Sam's heel.
When it states 'rock' or 'dirt' after Danny exclaiming his pain, that particular object is the reason for his shouting in pain. Oh, and the parantheses after dialogue above explains whether Sam or Danny is speaking. It is in parantheses to display the tone and feel that, although we know who it is, Havoc, Armstrong, and for the most part, Izumi, are clueless to whom the voices are being made. H'okay, got to go!
Coming Soon:
CHAPTER TWELVE!