A/N: Meh, so I was rereading chapter 1 to myself and I realized that the amount of grammar misusages/typos/syntax errors were so great that I can't believe that I posted it O.O … you see it was really late at night, and I was hyped up on Coke the drink and the prospect of my very first fanfict, so yeah, badness is my error. Just ignore the typos til I get a nice good Beta to slap me in the face XD

BETA needed! Preferably one that likes EdxRoy pairings or reading later chapters will be hell for you. Guaranteed xD; Check my profile for my contact info if you're interested in the job.

… Anyways this is chapter number two for your enjoyment.

WARNING: M/M && Slashyness if not now than later, if you don't like don't read xP

Dis-claim-er: It means that they have been dis-claimed by me. The 'dis' says it all … It means it's not mine people. If I owned them… -evil grin on face- the world would be a much better place in my mind.

Chapter 2: An Untimely Meeting

His red coattail was flapping in the wind, and the tight braid that fell to his mid back was whipping back and forth with the speed that he was going. Edward didn't know how much longer he could keep running. The small sprint from one side of the courtyard to the other had left him cramping up in the stomach already, not to mention the sore pain that was shooting through his shoulder. Damn book bag! Why didn't I drop it? What the Hell am I supposed to do now! I'm going to have half the damn school looking for me just because of some freaking idiot that didn't have the sense to own up to what he did. I need to think quick. I obviously can't go to first period now, it's to late that would make people suspicious. I need to find some place to hide! Where though?

Nearing the dead end that was where the wall of the courtyard ended and a new one bisecting it started, Ed realized that he had gotten lucky again. To his right lay an open corridor leading to two paths, the first was an apparent dent in the far right wall, a staircase, and the second a set of double doors accompanied by a plaque that read 'Bathrooms.' Choosing the more reasonable of the two, Ed quickly ran down the hall.

'This is Alf'ha One speakin', we've gotta Code 9, I repeat a Code 9. 'e goes by the name Edward Elric, grade 10, 16, 1st period 4-115.'

The caterwaul of a slow drawling southern voice broke the silent frequency of the radio that all aids were required to carry. The radio was an ever-present item, a small black box strapped to the belt loop of every single aide that the school employed, its main function was as a supplemental tool when tracking down kids, specifically troublemakers. Now the radio was being put to use, to find the one that "got away." But the radio was only one tool in finding the teenager gone astray, the more effective method of hunting down and tracking their prey was by knowing the terrain, which was something that a school aid did very well.

'This is Bravo Four I copy that Alpha One. We need to pull an 180/0, ASAP. I'll cover the upper 4's, Alpha One you try to track down the target.'

The voice was rough, and virtually accent-less, the codes were sure, as if pulled from memory. Coding was used quite frequently at Central High, namely by the school aides over the radio. The static-screech of the radio echoed off the silent stone hallways as the footsteps of a solitary body could be heard walking down the hall.

Nearby in a small hallow, a sort of burrow-like cave beneath the staircase that lead upstairs to the top of the four thousand hall that ran the parameter of the courtyard, stood Edward Elric. The teenager was peering around the edge of his stone hide-away into the open air corridor, watching intently as the school aide shuffled by without a care in the world. The hum and buzz of the radio hanging off of that particular school aide was enough to make Ed nervous. He had heard the length of the broadcast, able to piece together bits of what each person had been saying and now he knew the one thing that meant that he was already knee deep – they knew his name.

Oh shit, shit, shit! How do they know my name? How the HELL do they know my name? I'm going to be in for it now. Ed barely stood a moment longer to consider the consequences, he worked on his first instinct – which was screaming for him to run. Later on he would realize how stupid that instinct had been, because right at that moment he managed to run head first into the very man that had the ability to seal his fate.

Edward Elric was only dully aware of the pain shooting through his head when he felt himself collide headfirst with another figure that had happened to be standing right there somehow. A blur flashed before his yellow eyes, as he worked himself into a tangle of limbs and black hair that wasn't his own. The world went black than, dark as night without even the promise of daylight showing through. After a few feeble attempts to get his balance and steady him self, he allowed himself to fall to the floor, landing on the man that he had run into. At that moment all Hell broke lose. The chaotic yell and screech of the radio attached to the aid drew nearer and echoed nearly from all five sides. Voices could be heard, but Ed could make little to no sense of it all.

'COME QUICK WE HAVE A CODE 1, I REPEAT CODE 1, CODE 1! DON'T BE AFARID TO ACT IN SELF DEFENSE IT LOOKS LIKE A CODE 1/BLADE!'

The patter of footsteps and the yelling just seemed to get worse now as Ed tried to pull himself from the tangle of limbs. The figure next to him emitted a slow muffled, "Oof." It was almost as if he was faking the pain, like he wasn't really feeling it.

'NO, Bradley is DOWN, I repeat he IS DOWN. It looks like the kid has a knife! He is concealing something metal in his arm. He was trying to MURDER Panther6.'

A hand curled around Ed's flesh shoulder, the nails biting into his flesh, the voice was sharp and demanding and the clear metallic click that sounded near his ear meant business.

"Put yore hand 'sup kid. Now."

Ed didn't wait to be told a second time he complied, and the blackness of the world slide slowly off of his face in the form of a plaid suit jacket. Once the hindering piece of cloth had been removed the scene before his own yellow orbs was enough to make Ed sick. There looked to be every single aide that the school employed standing around him, most of them rearing and ready for action. Hands straight and parallel to each other above his head, Ed chanced a glance downwards, he was sitting on the chest of a man with a wisp of black hair falling over the square plane of a tanned face broken only by a black eye patch. A straight black mustache covered a gently grinning mouth. Oops.

"Now, Sam I don't think the boy meant any harm in this. He looks about as scared as you do behind that gun." The voice was thick, but it was quick, calculated and educated, Principle Bradley was no fool. With these words Sam's hand slide slowly off Ed's shoulder and Ed found himself mentally sighing relief.

It was as if somebody had shred the thick coat of tension with a knife, immediately the aides pulled back, their expressions lightened and Bradley was now putting a hand on Ed's shoulder although he was still in his supine position. The hand slowly eased the blonde haired teenager off of his chest as he slide into a sitting position on the ground. The thin striped brown and white plaid shirt topped off with a plain dark brown tie seemed not to do justice for his sophisticated tones.

Sam was now replacing his gun in his holster, as Bradley turned to address the wide-eyed teenager. "No harm done, right son? Your intentions weren't to hurt me were they? These fine young gentlemen here seem to think that your misconception of distance was supposedly a ploy set against letting me live." Bradley's voice was level and gentle, as if he were addressing a particularly sensitive child. Ed had to hold in the question that he was now burning to ask, it was one concerning the whereabouts of the fine young gentlemen that Bradley referred to that happened to be bothering him.

"'Speak truthful'ly 'cause if you don't yore in' fore it." The slow southern drawl seemed to make these words even more painful.

Ed tried to not let the offended look surface on his features he realized that he was treading on soft ground here, and he had just barely slipped through the cracks of serving a 20 year jail stint for a crime that he wasn't even going to commit. "No." Ed said in a low steady growl, he couldn't hide the annoyance that was sprouting from the situation. The aide that had recently replaced his firearm shot Ed a look that was daring him to go any further. Meanwhile, Bradley was getting to his feet finding his bearings, his movements slow and deliberate as if something was hurting him. Ed almost felt sorry for the man that he had run into, but than his views immediately changed.

"Mr. Norcutt I think that's enough." Bradley commented with a dismissing wave of his hand directed at the aide. Ed saw a glimmer of hope hidden behind Bradley's hand motion, maybe he would walk free and get to go to lead/edu training after all, whatever that was. Whatever lead/edu training encompassed, Ed figured that it had to be a hell of a lot better than just standing around a hallway swarming with school aides just itching to get him into a bucket-load of trouble.

"We'er jus' takin' him off to ISS, Mr. Bradley, he painted 'up that there wall o'ver there pretty badly." Norcutt replied defensively, it seemed to be his protection against the pride cutting comment that Bradley had made.

"I didn't do that! I told you before it wasn't me! I know what the guy looks like! Come on get me a line up anything, something, and I'll show you!" Ed's voice was exasperated; agitation was welling up in his gut and now pouring forth in his speech. He couldn't take much more of this false conviction stuff, because it was really wearing him thin.

"I caught you red-handed kid." Norcutt's voice was now deliberately slow; he was pronouncing his words with the intentions of a scholar talking to a mentally challenged kid. It was about the last straw for Ed, he couldn't take much more of this.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING YOUNG ENOUGH TO BE SO STUPID AS TO GET CAUGHT IN A PILE OF SPRAY PAINT CANS IN FRONT OF A FRESHLY PAINTED TAG!" Ed shouted at the man.

To suppress the teenager's supposed revolt a few aides jumped forward and restrained the short-tempered blonde, grabbing at his hands and pinning them at his sides. Ed unconscientiously struggled at the restricting bonds of human arms holding him back. "You're a liar." Ed found that his own tone was seeping with a sort of full-hearted conviction that he didn't think it could possibly ever hold. "Let go of me!" Ed snapped over his shoulder he wanted so badly to get at Norcutt and rip the man in half that he was practically pulling the aids with him as he tried to scoot over towards the man.

"ISS for you." Norcutt repeated, his voice was an amused one, it's taunting tones only seemed to get Ed more hyped. "'Less you'd rather save the small talk and b' 'xpelled righ' now?"

Cringing a little at the weight of Norcutt's words Ed realized the inevitable he was bound for the white-walled cramped room deemed 'ISS' by the schools staff and the 'stockade' by the students. I was to damn close. The expression on Ed's face fell considerably as he felt the same tight hand wrap around his arm it was a nonverbal threat. I'm planning to give you hell. You just don't know it yet. Norcutt motioned another two aides over with the use of his free hand, "Gamble an' Virgo, I nee' back 'p for this'en." A sick sort of smirk twisted across his face, where the unshaven metallic brown stubble was quiet clear in the morning sun. The aids that had been restraining Ed had now stepped back because they hadn't been chosen for the tedious task of getting Ed from point A to point B.

"Is that so, ISS?" Bradley's voice broke into the conversation. It sounded like he was going to say something more but his dialogue was cut short by Norcutt's voice, "Bes' let us deal with 'im, Principle." Flashing what Norcutt must have seen as a charming grin he turned back to his own preparations for transporting his new victim into the fathomless white depths of the ISS room. Principle? This school is so fucked up, what are they doing just letting the guy walk around like that? Anybody could walk right in here and shot him. Not that I would want to.

The fingers tightened as the two other aids had now caught on and were standing by Norcutt's side as he tugged Ed away from the cluster of onlookers. "Com' on boy, let's git you outta 'ere." The drawl seemed superior now, he was talking down to Ed and everyone knew it.

Ed didn't know why but he loosened up his body and allowed himself to be towed away from the staring crowd of off-duty faculty, aides, and the Principle himself. The violent hate for their staring eyes suddenly scorched Ed's conscience as he shot them a backward glance like a condemned prisoner taking one last look at the world. Norcutt's fingers only proved to tighten their grip, as they got further away from the crowd. One of the other aids had now grabbed his other arm, and before Ed knew it he was being dragged off through the shaded overpass of the outside hall lacing the sides of the courtyard. Ed felt sick as they walked to a destination that he didn't know the location of.

"It's a shame that there is so much trouble youth these days." Bradley observed as he watched Norcutt and the two aides pull Ed off in the other direction. "It's something that you can change Sir." A young aide standing nearby commented. "Possibly so." The Principle said his tone remained a tainted yet optimistic one.

As soon as they passed earshot of the crowd Ed begun the struggle that he had sworn he would, it started first with the wiggling of his upper body but before long it had developed into a full out fight for control. "Let go of me! I swear to you I didn't do it!" Ed squirmed and fought, throwing his body left and right allowing the aids on either side to hold the full weight of his body. The grip on his arms didn't gain any slack; it only tightened as his uncontrollable squirming became more intense. "PUT ME DOWN!" His voice was now breaking the silence of the dark outside corridor, which was leading forever onward in one straight shadowy line. Suddenly a pair of hands shot towards Ed's collar, gripping him hard slamming him against the wall in one quick fluid motion. A surprised yelp escaped the short teenager's lips as he felt his frame slammed against the cold decaying brick wall.

"What was that for!" Ed growled through bared teeth.

"Make 'nother sound 'nd I swear to God Ol' Mighty I'll make sure tha' ya'll n'ver speak again." Norcutt's tone was smooth, a fragile silk being rubbed against sandpaper, it ensured that he would crack soon if Ed kept pushing.

"Bastard." The word was spat in Norcutt's direction, which was one of the main reasons why Ed was dropped so nonchalantly to the floor.

"Get up!" One of the waiting aides now administered a well placed kick to Ed's side as two sets of arms went down to retrieve the crumpled heap that was Edward Elric.

"Like Hell I will!" Ed protested he sat crossing his arms on the ground, trying to pull himself to a sitting position. Had he taken into account his height than Ed would have been able to deduce that whether or not he had the intentions of following Norcutt and his crew he was going to end up doing it anyway. The two other aides, one short shout and balding, the other big husky and weathered-looking, proceeded to attack Ed after he had muttered those words. Norcutt stood back, a sly wicked smirk plastered across the unshaven face, he seemed to be enjoying himself. Claw-like fingers cut into the sensitive flesh of his upper arm on one side, which was only protected by a few thin layers of cloth. Ed struggled to stay down as he was dragged upwards against his will by the two sets of hands. He was soon being dragged down the hallway without his consent, his boots dragging behind him every so often unless he had attempted to pick his feet up. The dragging seized as the door to a long indoor air-conditioned locker-framed hallway was opened up, than continued as Ed felt himself pulled inside. The moment that he had been dragged over the threshold Ed was positive that he had entered Hell on Earth, despite the fact that he was an atheist. There were three visible doors on the left side of the hall and four more on the right side, it was clear that they were headed for the left side of the hall because the aides seemed to be walking more in that direction. Ed found himself struggling more, trying to work his way out of the talon-like hands. His attempts proved futile as the small formation of school aids and victim neared the middle maroon-colored door on the left side of the hallway.

The white-dirt-darkened tile shone in the florescent lightening, providing a stark contrast to the maroon lockers that glittered dimly on the walls that surrounded the door. The door was death itself, and the threshold was like passing over into the grave. The silence in the hallway was similar to that observed at the execution of a well-known criminal, it cut deep trying to make some kind of imaginary impact on all that would listen. This same silence seemed to filter into the room where the muffled gasp of asthma or even the wheezing cough of an allergy-stricken student was appreciated. Any noise was embraced as long as it provided some solace from the mocking silence. That was the way it was on that particular day in the month of September that when Ed was dragged into the ISS room against his will.

"LETGO! I'm innocent, I swear! I didn't do it, what part don't you understand?" He shouted and twisted in the grip of the aids again, wanting to break the deafening silence. His shouting drove Norcutt to lose it as they crossed the barrier of the door that led into the ISS room. It was that very small silver line of the doorway that cut the ISS room off from the rest of the school, from the rest of the world in fact.

A myriad amount of eyes flew to the doorway at that moment; the distraction seemed to be a very welcome one among the sparse number of students occupying desks in the room. The teacher, a tall skinny balding man in his late forties donning a pair of aviators, frowned at the racket that followed the party of people through the door. He sat behind the only other piece of real furniture in the room, aside from the student desks, a large brown mahogany desk scratched and battered from age. The room was a windowless pure white, and aside from the desk, the teacher's chair and the small trashcan that was located adjacent to both, there was really nothing to look at it. All attention had now been turned to the fighting blonde teenager, trying to break the two school aides and their hold on him.

Pivoting in front of the aides that carried Ed, he spoke very sharply again, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I've warned you on s'veral occasions Elric, ye' you still keepin' at it. One las' chance, 'nd it's not g'ven by me but by this teacher right 'ere. I 'ear one word from him and consider yourself as good as dead."

Ed let himself go limp in the grip of the two aides as he rolled his eyes at Norcutt and kept his mouth shut. The only thing that he was fighting now was curiosity; he just wanted to know exactly how and why Norcutt knew his name.

"Good." The word was a hiss emitted from two tightly pursed lips as Norcutt executed an about face towards the teacher who seemed to have been immersed in quiet conversation before the interruption. There was one other figure up in the front of the room, a raven-haired boy of average height with a lanky frame and an arrogant grin to match his attitude. Obsidian colored eyes glittered zealously in the direction of the struggling blonde as if only to taunt Ed in his very vulnerable position.

"What are you staring at! Haven't you ever seen someone held captive against their will before?" Ed snapped at the guy.

"Well now that you mention it … there was this video that we watched the other day in psych about Vietnamese midgets during communist rule." The boy's voice was drawn out in a pensive manner to make his snide comment stick.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT AS TO BE MISTAKEN FOR A VIETNAMESE MIDGET!" Ed yelled, he was already starting to hate this arrogant bastard and he didn't even know the kid. Ed's comment only got him a tug from the aides standing on either side. The sharp tug sent him flying backwards, which almost broke his balance, but he was able to recover the last minute placing a foot out to break his fall.

"Enough from you Mr. Mustang." The teacher behind the desk was monotonous sounding almost like he had been a programmed machine. The raven-haired boy only nodded in the direction of the teacher, it was a curt nod, one meant to encourage he had gotten the message.

"I'm leavin' this boy in yore charge Mr. Smith, I trus' that ya'll keep an eye on him?" Norcutt cut into the conversation clearly desiring to leave, he shot a backwards glance at the two aides retaining Ed. The aides immediately loosened their grip on the overly fuming teenager before completely letting him go.

"Of course Sam." Smith gave an automatic nod and a dismissing wave of his hand, as if seeing off some sort of distant relative on a cruise ship.

"C'mon boys." Norcutt replied turning to leave and than stopping in his tracks just remembering something. Fishing his hand into his pocket he produced a very crumpled sheet of paper and held it out to Ed. Ed found himself taking the paper out of sheer curiosity his fingers snapping it out of Norcutt's firm grip. Shooting the man a backwards glare of death, Ed found himself standing in the middle of the insanely white room scuffed with the blackness of age. The snap of the door announced the departure of Norcutt and his cronies and Ed felt himself heave a sigh. Turning his attention to the paper in hand, Ed unfolded it quickly revealing the slinking black typed words of his schedule. "Goddamn bastard." Was all the blonde teenager was able to mumble underneath his breath; he figured that he must have dropped the thing when he was running through the hall.

The mechanical human, also known as Mr. Smith shifted behind the desk, leaning forward in his chair to snatch Ed's attention away from the ruins of his schedule. "Mr. Elric I presume?" He asked the expression on his face was clear that he already knew the answer to his question, but he asked it nevertheless.

Ed nodded weakly, trying to take in the white dingy room for the first time; he realized that he was in here with only a few other students. Mr. Smith was the only teacher in the room amazingly enough.

"Welcome to ISS Mr. Elric."