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So, I had to stick around the hospital where Kimblee was staying. Yes, Kimblee survived. It was annoying, hanging around that injured scary-ass man and being stuck in a hospital even when I wasn't sick, and so I decided to do a small tour of North City, which was a short walk from the hospital.
As I expected, it was extremely cold. But I was wrapped up in a soft, fashionable winter coat which stretched down to the back of my knees. I wore my military uniform with thicker layers under it, so I was reasonably warm.
Since my big trench coat covered my uniform, no one really gave me any odd looks, since my scars were also concealed, especially with my new haircut covering my fierce eye.
North City was smaller than Central, but I could understand why. Still, that didn't mean the shops were limited to certain things. I toured lots of clothing stores and book stores, picking up some clothes and a few alchemical books.
Since Kimblee was in the hospital, I was supposed to arrive at Briggs tomorrow, but from the letter I was sent, a doctor was supposed to arrive this afternoon to heal Kimblee. Kimblee would still remain in the hospital even after being healed by the philosopher stone, to keep up appearances, so I would have to go ahead to Briggs.
I carried two big bags with me as I casually walked down the street, glancing around.
This street was emptier than all the others I had gone through, so I was on my toes. It didn't help that because I had so many layers, it was harder for me to move.
And so, I cautiously walked on, until a sound reached my ears.
A faint scream for help.
Hurriedly, I looked around, only to hear it from a darker alleyway. I rolled my eyes. Of course, the dark, scary alleyway. Classic.
I dashed over, quickly entering the alleyway and squinting in attempt to see in the dim light. But what I saw, was something I would never be able unsee again.
There were four people in the alleyway. Two of them were limp, leaning agains the side of the brick wall of the building, the snow stained with blood. Their blood.
The other two were at the other end of the alleyway, one of them cornering the other, and I saw the glint of metal.
I immediately dropped my bags and sprinted over, and, before the person holding the knife could react, I did a roundhouse kick, knocking that person down.
"What happened here?" I demanded strongly, giving the cowering man a heated glare. When he didn't reply, I snarled, "GET THESE PEOPLE SOME HELP!" And pointed at the bleeding people.
I wanted to believe they were still alive, just heavily injured. I didn't want to taint myself with the sight of dead bodies. The hanging haunted me enough, and I didn't even glimpse at their corpses. I didn't want to be haunted now, especially when there were so many other things to worry about.
"They... Are already..." The man shook violently in fear. My eyes teared up in desperation as I pointed to them again.
"I DON'T CARE! GO, YOU SLIMY ASSHOLE! TAKE THEM IF YOU DON'T WANT TO GET KILLED!" I screamed at the man, who instantly obliged without a second thought. He raced past me and the attacker recovered, standing up.
It was a man, and I can say this now, but as inappropriate as it sounds in this situation, he was extremely good-looking, maybe in his late teens to early twenties. He looked extremely calm, with piercing blue eyes and dark brown hair. He wore all black, including gloves, and was armed with a good-quality steel katana. I had wanted that katana, because, from what I could see, that was a newer version I had seen in a store in Central. I guess they were popular here too.
Lucky for me, though, more layers means more places to hide weapons, so I was fully-packed.
"You call that a weapon?" I asked, laughing as I pulled out my gun, "This is a weapon, you bastard." I shot at he man, but since I wasn't exactly at point blank range, I missed. My vision, after all, had been a little off since I lost my left eye.
He dodged my bullets, easily making his way toward me. In slight surprise, I put my gun back and discarded my trench coat, revealing my uniform. The guy smiled.
"Oh, a dog of the military?" He laughed softly, which I found quite disturbing, "I haven't fought one of you in a while, so forgive me if my skills are a bit, rusty.." He grinned, and I gave him a venomous glare.
"Don't get so cocky, because I'm about to wipe that smug look right off your ugly face." I spat, pulling out my katana. I had luckily gotten permission from the military to obtain this type of katana, with a blade that had a bluish tint to it, thanks to the toxic metal it had been hand-forged from. Courtesy of Envy, who had gotten Wrath to give me one for 'special' purposes. Personally, I loved it, but I truthfully never wanted to use it. Why? If you hadn't guessed, even the smallest cut and the victim will be poisoned, and it will spread throughout the body, causing certain death. But since this man was obviously skilled with a katana, I had no choice.
"Ugly? Wow, that's rude. And here, I wanted to have an honest fight with you. But I guess that just won't do it, will it?" The guy said. My eyes widened as I was grabbed from behind by someone else, who easily wrapped their muscled arms around me, restricting my movements.
I was panicking until I noticed another detail. The man had a knife, and it was angled at my throat. Pure fear struck me. These men didn't know me, and wouldn't care if I were killed.
And, out of all the things to be killed for, I was going to be killed by random, passerby murderers. Not the homunculi. Not the military. Not by Truth. But by ordinary, everyday criminals. The last thought in my mind was a fairly stupid thought, even as my life flashed before my eyes, I still couldn't help thinking.

Well, this sucks.

And then, my throat was cut.

Hi guys!
LAST CHAPTER!
Ah, nah. I'm just kidding. I'm not that cruel, and I'm a sucker for happy endings. Although, with this happening, a happy ending doesn't seem to be ahead.
But just saying, her throat was actually slit. No joke, the guy slid the knife across her throat and it cut her windpipe. Is she dead? WAIT FOR NEXT CHAPPIE TO FIND OUT! CLIFFHANGER!
... I apologize for the short chapter...
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