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About a day later, I woke up somewhat early.
Rubbing my sore eyes and sitting up, I recalled what the events a day ago. I felt a pang of pain in my heart as I rubbed my eyes and blinked myself awake.
"Lynette." A voice reached my ears. Surprised, I looked up to find Envy in Frosty form standing at the end of my bed. And lets just say, that kitty didn't look too happy.
"What?" I asked wearily.
"You went and did it this time." He sighed, and I looked at Frosty sharply.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, alarms going off in my brain. Frosty hissed at me, baring his teeth.
"We found out a particular person was involved with Lust's murder. We found out you helped the Colonel." Frosty hissed. My eyes wide, I jolted up from bed, scared as hell.
"How the hell did they find out?" I asked, pulling on some pants over my women's boxer underwear.
"That's not important. What's important is that you betrayed us, and that everyone is pissed at you." Frosty announced harshly. I cursed, zipping and buttoning up my pants before pulling on a shirt over my camisole.
"They're gonna kill me!" I growled under my breath, tugging on a pair of socks. Frosty sighed.
"Calm your ass down. They aren't coming for you..." Frosty paused, before continuing, "... Yet."
In relief, I stopped my frantic hurry to get dressed and escape the city, plopping back down on my bed.
"I'm screwed." I said, face palming.
Later that day, I agreed to go with Gracia and Elicia to pick up some groceries and help them carry some groceries home.
"You've been down a lot since you got back," Gracia noticed as we walked through Central's streets, heading back to the Hughes home.
"I'm okay. It'll pass." I said, but added to myself quietly, "Eventually." Just then, a cloaked person bumped into Gracia and I, running straight into us. After a moment of confusion, the stranger regained their balance and continued on, but I saw them slip something into Gracia's purse. I glanced back at the person, who turned their head to give me a familiar smirk. But when I caught the glint of purple eyes, I knew something was wrong.
I snatched Gracia's bag, digging around in it before I found a suspicious, foreign box. On that box was a small note, which I quickly tore open and scanned over. What it said made my blood run cold.
Enjoy your surprise.
My eyes widened, and as fast and hard as I could, I chucked the box away from me. Only, I was slightly too late.
The box exploded, sending debris of the pavement everywhere. I quickly dove in front of Gracia and Elicia, blocking the debris from hitting them as I was thrown backward by the force. My skin was burned in quite a few places, but when I landed on the ground, debris dug even deeper into my skin.
I gasped in pain as I got to my knees and doubled over, clutching at my left eye. Blood poured down my face, and I could just feel the open gash on my left eye, half blinding me.
I was freaking out, scared that my eye had been cut in half, or hurt really badly. I didn't like having this much blood flow out of my body, especially when it was coming out of my eye. I cried out in pain as I ripped a chunk of pavement out of my side, using my extra hand to try and stop the blood gushing from my side.
Medical aids were immediately rushed in, and my wounds being tended to immediately, but one thing was clear to me.
The homunculi had gotten their revenge, almost killing Gracia and Elicia in the process.
"How are you feeling?" Gracia asked me. I had just returned from the hospital, being treated for my injuries from the explosion.
"I could be better." I said, sighing. Being in the hospital gave me more time to reflect on my broken heart, more time than I needed. I was glad Gracia only had some minor scrapes and Elicia got out pretty much unharmed, but when I look at myself, it's sad.
"Did you get any more information on your eye?" Gracia asked gently. I pursed my lips.
"Somewhat. The doctors don't know if it will be permanent or temporary, but they said it'd last a while." I said.
My left eye was now blind. The flash from the explosion had blinded my eye, along with the healing scar that stretched from my left eyebrow, went through my eyelid, and curved around to end at the corner of my jaw. Now that it had healed, I could open my left eye, but it was all clouded over. Whenever I looked at myself in the mirror, it was unnerving. It wasn't only my eye, either. I had two long scars stretching across my right cheekbone, and one that extended from my cheekbone all the way to the right corner of my jaw.
Other large scars extended over my body, replacing the ones that had recently disappeared. My new, beautiful body hasn't lasted long. But since when does anything I have over here last long? I'm now alienated from the Elric brothers and everyone else, my body is once again scarred, this time worse than the last. Instead of being like a model, now, I looked more like a beaten slave. Life loves to torture me like this.
Anyway, I talked with Gracia a bit before walking in my room to get clothes and take a nice, warm shower.
Except that didn't happen.
I steadily walked over to my door, opening it and stumbling inside my room, closing the door behind me.
"Not looking so good, Lynette." Envy's voice reached me. I looked up to see he was sitting on my bed in his green-haired form.
"You think you can show your face here?" I snarled, inching over to my dresser. Sadly, the hospital had temporarily confiscated all my weapons, so I, as unusual as it sounded, didn't have any on me.
"Oh, that's harsh." Envy deadpanned. He stood up and approached me.
As he stood in front of me, it took me seconds to snatch a blade from my dresser and hold it to Envy's throat, but in the blink of an eye, he stole it from me, twirling it in his fingers.
"I'm not here to fight. I have a mission for you." Envy said, watching the blade spin through his fingers. I narrowed my eyes in a heated glare.
"Why would I listen to you after you did this!?" I growled, motioning to my scarred eye and my body. Envy looked at me with a surprisingly sober expression.
"Don't forget, we still could kill the Hughes woman and child any time. Besides you don't even know we did it." With that, he gave me a bitter smile, "Don't resist and you won't get hurt."
For some reason, I felt Envy was being unusually opposed the the idea of me getting hurt again, but I ignored that and tried to calm myself down. I needed to do this for the Hughes family. I had to.
Because who else would?
"Fine." I spat fiercely, "What the hell do you want?" Envy tried to persuade me to sit down, but I didn't back down from my defensive position, so he just left it.
"Kimblee is being released from prison." Envy stated, to my surprise, "And we are sending him after that meddlesome Ishvalan, who supposedly escaped with Marcoh. We need to retrieve Marcoh and kill the Ishvalan Scar, and so, we are sending Kimblee to get them. We want you to go with him." Envy said. I looked at him, with wide eyes, before my eyes started to tear up.
"NO! PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME GO WITH THAT MAN!" I begged, getting on my knees, "DON'T MAKE ME GO!" I guess one thing had slipped my mind for a while.
Ever since I had watched FMA, Kimblee had always frightened me. And now, the thought of meeting the psychopath in real life, I was scared as HELL.
Envy was apparently surprised at my unwillingness.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"THAT MAN IS SCARY!" I yelled, scrambling over to hide under the covers of my bed. "HE'S GONNA FREAKING KILL ME!" You might think I was overreacting, but hell, when you look at it, I really wasn't. I mean, the guy had freaked me out to begin with, then, just to add onto my fear, he had worked with the evil woman who had brought me here! And now I had to travel with him! SHIT.
"Lynette... You haven't even met him..." Envy sweat dropped as I cowered under the sheets. I peeked at him from the covers.
"HE IS A MURDERER AND I DON'T LIKE THOSE KIND OF GUYS." I said, quivering. "He's like a freaking spider, whatever I do, there's no getting rid of that jerk." I muttered to myself. Envy rolled his eyes.
"Father's orders. Come with me." He said. I looked at him dramatically.
"I JUST GOT BACK FROM THE HOSPITAL!" I whined, "I'm sooo tired!"
"Just get your lazy ass over here and lets go." Envy said impatiently. I huffed.
"Gracia is going to be suspicious." I mumbled as I cautiously crawled out from my hiding spot under the covers. "At least let me get dressed."
"Here." Envy said, handing me my military uniform. Looking at him weirdly, I made my way into the bathroom and locked the door. I quickly undressed, facing away from the mirror, and got out the clothes Envy had handed me.
My uniform, along with the flashiest undergarments I had owned, which were the ones he had given me before along with the skirt. I rolled my eyes as I dressed up.
I then turned and looked at myself in the mirror. The reflection staring back at me was one of a scarred, experienced young woman, not the twelve year old I really was. Actually, now that I think about it, by now, I would be thirteen, since it had been so long. Wow, I didn't even get to celebrate my thirteenth birthday in my world. That's sad.
But I quickly shook it off and looked away from the mirror.
"At least I can consider myself thirteen." I mumbled to myself as I gathered up my old clothes and opened the door, stuffing my old clothes in a laundry basket.
"Ready." I said, brushing my uniform off and looking at Envy, who smirked at me.
"Lookin' good there." He chuckled, and I rolled my eyes at him.
"And can you stop giving me such... Uncomfortable ... Undergarments? It's awkward to move in." I said, slightly embarrassed. Envy walked up to me and wrapped an arm around my waist.
"I'm sure they look good on you." He smirked suggestively, making me scoff at his audacity, shrugging off his arm and stomping away, my face cherry red.
How dare he say that to a thirteen year old, I thought, fuming, that transsexual pervert! I stomped out of the room, trying to cool down my heated up face.
"Gracia." I said as I walked into the kitchen. She glanced back at me, then raised her eyebrows.
"And where are you going?" She asked suspiciously.
"I need to report in." I said, "Mustang's been in a tight spot with all of his old subordinates being transferred, so I want to help him out." Gracia clucked her tongue.
"You need more rest! You just got out of the hospital, you need to rest!" Gracia scolded, "They can't work you while you're still injured!" I caught her gaze, and as I looked into her eyes, I knew she was a bit unnerved.
"I will probably stay this way, so I might as well go." I said convincingly. Gracia looked at me helplessly.
"Fine, just be extra careful. I don't want you to get any more hurt than you already are." Gracia said, giving me a hug. I hugged her back briefly before we said our goodbyes, and I walked out of the building feeling bad to have tricked her.
"Hi there." I heard a voice say. It was in my blind spot, so I had to turn my head to see who it was. It was Envy in his soldier form. I sighed.
"Geez, stay where I can see you." I said. And so, I followed Envy to Central Command.
"In here." Envy said, opening a door to a meeting room by Wrath aka the Fuhrer's office. I stepped in, only to see a single man waiting.
Kimblee.
My blood froze, and my body stopped moving. I clenched my fists in attempt to stop my trembling. It was all I could do not to burst out crying and run behind Envy.
"Come on." Envy said, pushing me forward to stumble into the office, going in and closing the door behind himself, leaving Envy, Kimblee and I alone in the meeting room.
This'll be interesting.
Hey guys! Ah, almost New Years! I love this time! The new year! I always feel as if I'm starting off as a new person! And so, I have a few New Years resolutions I'll be working on for the new year! I encourage other people to try making their own resolutions!
Anyway, THE STORY IS SAD SO FAR! Poor Lynette, scarred once again, and broken hearted! And, a new fear! I have noticed so far I have made Lynette somewhat of a Mary-Sue, and I apologize. I will work on fixing that problem in future chapters!
But, she's terrified of Kimblee? I can somewhat understand... I mean, he IS a murderer, and with her experiences, I can understand... But it's kinda funny...
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Thanks!