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I woke up the next day in my bed in the Hughes house, feeling better than ever. Well, except for the fact Hughes death was scheduled for tonight. But I had a plan. And everything was set up.
I sat in bed and dressed myself, stretching my arms and legs slightly. The line where I was cut open still hurt, but it was scabbing over. That's a good sign.
I walked slowly over to my wheelchair, making sure I didn't stretch my stomach. I made it into my chair and wheeled myself to the kitchen from my room.
Frosty was nowhere in sight.
"Hughes!" I called, poking my head in the kitchen. My voice was coming back.
"Good, he was just leaving. Here, eat on the way," Gracia said, handing me a small jam sandwich. I smiled at her and thanked her before speeding to the door, where Hughes was putting on his shoes.
"Right on time," he grinned, tying his shoes and standing up. He opened the door for me and I rolled out on my wheelchair, taking a quick bite of my sandwich.
"Damn right!" I muttered as Hughes and I made our way to Central.
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The day passed fast. I was introduced to a lot of military officials (General Raven gave me the creeps), and making phone calls about the guide to Xing and the train ticket to East City. And, soon enough, it was dark outside and Hughes was working peacefully in his office, me sitting beside him in my wheelchair, his coworkers buzzing around and talking to Hughes.
I had been spacing out for a while when Hughes suddenly stood up, a calculating expression on his face. I stared at him as he made his way to the door, alarmed.
It was time.
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I raced after him as he quickly made his way to the library section, hurting my lungs as I panted slightly. But pain didn't matter, not when this was concerned.
"Hughes!" I called as he barged into the library section, taking out a map. He glanced at me quickly before looking at the map. He grabbed a pen out of his uniform jacket pocket, and started drawing on the map, reciting out loud all the civil wars and military scuffs, the bloodshed areas. He stared at the map, shocked.
"No... This is..."
"HUGHES LOOK OUT!" I screamed, pushing myself our of my wheelchair and waving my arms over his shoulders just as a spike was driven through my right arm as I tried to push it away. It ended up only scraping Hughes as he stumbled back, and was quickly removed from my arm. I coughed blood onto the ground, my lung wound opening.
"Get out of the way," a snarl came from the shadows. Lust appeared, looking pissed off. I coughed again.
"Don't tell me what to do, bitch," I growled shakily, wiping the blood from my mouth with my uninjured arm.
"Don't want a precious sacrifice to die on you, do you?" I threatened. Lust glared icily at me.
"Envy almost killed you last time, didn't he?"
"He didn't almost kill me. I was dying until I had DAMN SUGERY." I cursed, but saw something fly right over my shoulder.
Lust groaned as a blade lodged in her head, giving Hughes a chance to drag me out of there. He set me in my wheelchair and rocketed out of the room, touching my arm slightly, getting blood on his fingers. He cursed.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," My voice was strained and weak as I tried to shake the pain off. "You have to tell Mustang."
And so, we arrived at the lobby. Hughes left me by the gaping woman at the front desk as he started to dial on a military phone, before thinking better of it and putting the phone down, leaving my blood dripping from his fingers as he pulled away.
"Are you alright?!" The front desk woman asked Hughes and I. We both nodded.
"Fine," we assured her as Hughes wheeled me out.
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I was waiting outside the telephone booth as Hughes started to enter his military code to be able to contact Mustang.
That's when I saw Envy approach as Maria Ross. I staggered to my feet, my breath coming in shallow gasps. Before I could yell a warning, a gun was to my forehead, courtesy of Envy.
Maria aka Envy threw me aside, and I skidded on the ground, coughing up more blood.
"Damn," I muttered as I sputtered up more blood. I was crawling on my elbows and knees over to the phone booth back as fast as I could.
"Hello," Envy said in Maria's voice. Hughes paused and turned to look at Envy, frozen.
"Ross...?" he questioned.
"Of course," Envy smirked sadistically. Then Hughes chuckled.
"You're not Maria Ross. She has a mole under her left eye!" Hughes pointed out brilliantly. I was almost there...
"Oh? Really? Well, let me fix that," Envy touched below his left eye and in a flash of red lightning and a ripple of skin, the mole appeared. Hughes glared and took out a blade, and was about to strike it into Envy when he got a good look.
Envy had turned into Gracia.
Hughes stopped, and that was all it took for Envy to be able to pull the gun up to aim at Hughes.
"Such foolish humans," he drawled sadistically, putting his hand on the trigger.
"DODGE!" I yelled to Hughes as I yanked Envy over. Envy shot and Hughes dodged as the bullet zinged over his head. As Envy fell next to me, I viciously bit his arm I had gotten ahold of, gnawing on it and ripping the flesh apart. I disgusted myself but I used the time I bought while Envy healed to put him in metal restraints to buy more time.
My vision was swimming. My shirt was stained with blood as the scabs on my chest cracked, and from the blood I coughed up, and from my puncture wound in my arm. I was going to bleed to death any moment now, but I pulled through.
And it was all for Hughes.
I pushed myself up so I sat on my knees, my breathing labored, as I turned my head up to look at Envy, who was now in his green haired form.
"I'm dying right now, Envy," I gasped, "So I have an offer to make you."
"Why would I make a deal with a human like you?" He sneered. I coughed up more blood.
"Listen. I have set up traveling plans to go to Xing," I winced, "Let Hughes escape to Xing. He can't meddle in anything over there. I have everything set up. I can make a fake corpse so it looked like you killed him." I could tell Envy didn't like this offer so far.
"And in return?"
"I will do anything for you. I will become a willing human sacrifice. I will help you. Please, I will do anything if you just let Hughes go." Envy looked like he was actually considering my offer as he broke out of the restraints.
"You'll join our side?" He smirked.
"Yes," I gasped, "Decide quickly I'm dying here!"
"Alright you have a deal." Envy said. Hughes scrambled over to me.
"Lynette!" He took me in his arms. "Don't do this!" I smiled at him.
"Your my family. I care about you. I'm sorry." I glanced at Envy, "Are there any underground tunnels Hughes can go through to get to the train station?"
"Yes, in the sewer opening in that alleyway." Envy said, pointing to an alleyway very close. Envy proceeded to give Hughes directions on how to get to the train station while I made a fake corpse. Luckily, I had planned this, too, and had stored a dead pig behind a nearby dumpster. I had Envy drag that out and modified it to look like Hughes, and roughed it up a little bit before cutting it a lot, smothering it with my blood, and putting the stray bullet in a heart wound, making it look real. I was bleeding heavily as Hughes tore his jacket to make me temporary bandages to stop the blood. I made him a cloak out of alchemy for disguise.
"Go," I said in a whisper," be there for your family in the future. I'm going to be fine. Go." Hughes had tears in his eyes as he stumbled over to the alleyway.
The last thing I remember was being scooped up in Envy's arms.
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Hey guys! OMGOMGOMGOMGYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYA Y! THE HUGHES CHAPTER! OHH I was actually nervous while writing this. I was trying to piece together all the details of this. SO HARD. BUT HE 'TWAS SAVED!
ENVY IS A BAD GUY! But he's kinda good... Well, Hughes is alright, and that's all that matters.
What happens to Lynette? Where does she wake up? What will happen next? OHH CLIFFIE~
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