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I wanted to yell more than anything, but I couldn't. That'd just alert the thief that I realized he stole something from me, so I was left to furrow my eyebrows and try to think of something.
After a few seconds, I couldn't think of anything, so I started forward, walking. As I adjusted to it, I sped up, my eyes searching the street for the criminal.
It didn't take long for me to trip. I cried out in pain, pushing myself up.
This isn't working, I thought in distress.
That's when I finally got an idea.
Ignoring the people who gathered around me, I forced myself up to sit on my knees, staring at the ground. After a moment of calculation, I gathered all the information, and, closing my eyes, I clapped my hands to the ground.
There was a flash of light, and I looked up only to see exactly what I had thought up. Scrambling to my feet, my eyes quickly assessed the safety of my little creation.
What I had made, well, was something that resembled a bike. Sadly, I couldn't make the plastic tires, so I was left with stone tubes, but everything else was accurate.
Grabbing my staff, I got on the bike, cringing as I moved. It was obvious that my injuries had reopened, but I paid no attention to that as I tucked my staff through one of my belt loops and started off, scanning the street in front of me.
He went left, Truth said as I reached the end of the street.
About time you spoke up, I replied, following Truth's directions.
You're really screwed if he gets away, Truth said, Go right.
So, following Truth's directions, I was lead into a more deserted part of the town, with smaller streets. It wasn't hard to tell that the buildings I sped past were probably clubs or casinos.
"They even have these kinds of places in small, cute towns like this," I muttered under my breath, "It's disgusting..."
THERE HE IS! Truth's voice rang in my head, making me wince. It took me a second, but when I finally processed what Truth said, I looked up only to see the thief turning into an alleyway.
It's always the alleyways. I cursed in my head, quickly breaking at the entrance to the alleyway. The bike skidded and fell, throwing me off to roll on the pavement. On instinct, I used my arms to shield my head, and stretched my legs out for minimal injury.
My body hurt. A lot.
"You've been through worse." I whispered to myself encouragingly. "Just get through this, and I'll heal you with the philosopher stone." I nodded, clenching my teeth as I scrambled up, staggering forward to the entrance of the alleyway.
That's when I got a real glimpse of the guy. He was wearing a mask, but something tugged at my mind. I had seen this man before: dark hair, tall, and that voice earlier…
And he was about to enter a building to my left.
"YOU!" I yelled, feebly pointing at the man. He froze, and slowly turned only to see me, leaning against the side of the alleyway, bruised and bleeding.
"STOP!" I roared, my eyes glinting dangerously as I limped toward the man, holding onto the wall desperately.
And strangely, the man stopped. He let the door close, and turned in my direction.
"Who are you?" He growled, looking at me with that "I'll kill you if you don't answer quickly" look. I narrowed my eyes at the guy, stopping a yard away from him.
That voice...
"Back at ya, dude. Who the hell are you?!" I said, impatient. My body was sore and bleeding, and I just wanted to take a nap.
"Wait..." The eyes of the man, uncovered by the mask, widened as he looked at me.
Before I knew it, I was against the wall, with the thief right in front of me, one arm next to my head and the other tangled in my hair, holding it tight and restraining me.
While I grimaced in pain, the he used his free hand to brush my bangs away from my face, revealing my blind eye.
"It's you..." He said smugly. "Lynette La'va." I gasped.
No. Way.
It can't be...
My hand darted up to rip off the mask, uncovering his face.
... Holy shit.
I stood there, for the first time in my life, completely speechless. My mind completely blank.
Thoroughly dumbfounded.
"Enrique?" I questioned quietly. The corner of his mouth tilted up in a rakish smirk, and he raised an eyebrow.
"You know me?" He said in a smooth voice that made my stomach churn. "I'm flattered."
"It's impolite to grab a girl's hair." I said, narrowing my eyes. "I value my hair more than the average girl."
"Is that why you dye it so much?" He asked, staring into my eyes with unwavering malice. "You had blue hair."
"So you had the dream too." I mumbled, but Enrique caught it.
"Ahh, so I'm not the only one. That's nice to know." His hand tightened on my hair. "But you're so much weaker than I thought you were." And, as if to prove it, he yanked my hair and threw me on the ground, while I helplessly tried to shield myself from the hard pavement. I cried out in pain as I hit the ground, landing on my side.
I couldn't get up. I had been through worse, but my body couldn't rise no matter how much I needed to get up. Blood trickled down my arm and stained my clothes where some of the stitches in my shoulder were torn.
"ENRIQUE! Are you coming in or not?" Another voice called. I saw the door open to reveal a very buff, tattooed man.
"Oh, Rhys." Enrique said, glancing over at the man. "I'm just having a bit of fun." Rhys caught sight of me and looked back at Enrique.
"Don't kill 'er." Rhys said, looking me over. "She looks half-dead already, and she's a pretty one."
"I was thinking of keeping her." Enrique said, "But she's already all scarred..." Hearing him say that made my blood run cold.
I couldn't protect myself. I couldn't do anything against what they decide to do with me. For the first time, I felt afraid of what they were going to do. So, for once, I used my last resort.
"HELP!" I screamed, "SOMEONE!" My rattling horror scream pierced through the air at a volume that made Enrique and Rhys cover their ears.
Despite my physical condition, I shrieked with all my might, praying to Truth that someone would hear my pleads for help.
"SHUT UP!" Enrique yelled over my screams, and I felt pain blossom in my ribs. He had kicked me, cutting off my wails to curl up from the pain.
I just need the philosopher stone, I thought faintly, It'll end my suffering. Holding quick to that thought, I tried to block out the pain clouding my mind as I thought of a plan.
Just as I figured everything out, Enrique picked me up and slung me over his shoulder. I clenched me teeth, letting out a long string of curses.
In one last attempt to save myself, I swung my hands and clapped them together before touching Enrique's bare arm.
He yelled out in pain as he dropped me, unable to move his arm.
"You bitch!" He snarled, and was about to kick me...
... When a hand grabbed his leg and twisted it, making him fall.
"Get away from her you bastard." A... Girl's voice? My half-lidded eyes couldn't see my savior, but I could hear the fighting.
"Philo...so...pher... St...one..." I tried to reach out toward the sound of the fighting, but I didn't have enough strength. My head spun and I finally blacked out, unable to take anymore.
"Mmm..." I groaned sleepily, turning over. I buried my face in my pillow, not wanting to wake up. But consciousness found me anyway.
I yawned, turning over again and stretching out my arms. I squinted against the light that filtered into the room, and waited until my eyes adjusted.
I sat up, ruffling my messy hair and pushing it out of my face. I rubbed my eyes, yawning again.
I opened my eyes, glancing around the room as my brain woke up.
Then it all came back to me.
The thief.
Enrique.
The girl.
My eyes widened, and I analyzed the room.
Peach walls and a tan floor and ceiling. A window to my right with elegant white lace curtains held aside by two white curved handles, letting light in. The blanket was a peach blossom pattern with tan background and tan sheets underneath, covering the squishy bed. There was a white lace overhang just over the bed, giving it an elegant feel to it. The floor was a nice light hardwood which gleamed with new polish, and the white dresser to my right was cluttered with makeup and accessories.
I had no idea where I was.
"It's a nice place though," I whispered to myself, swinging my legs out of the bed. "I wonder who lives here." I walked over to the dresser, looking over the big collection of makeup.
"Wahh..." I murmured, "So much..." My gaze trailed up to the mirror attached to the dresser, a clean, smudge-free mirror that looked like it was well taken care of.
But the person that stared back at me looked almost unfamiliar.
Until I realized it was me.
I got closer to the mirror, staring at my own face in surprise. My hands darted up to touch my face, as if to see if it was real.
My scars were gone.
My eye was healed.
My hair was brown.
I gasped at my reflection. I waved, and it waved back. I gasped again, this time checking my arms.
I noticed that I was wearing a peachy pink sheer nightgown, but that wasn't what caught my attention.
My body was healed.
For a moment, I almost wondered if everything was a dream.
Then again, I thought, I don't know where the hell I am.
"Hello?" I called out. "Anyone home?" I strode over to the door and cracked it open so I could peer out.
"You're awake!" An enthusiastic voice exclaimed. I saw a girl burst through a door a bit farther down the cream colored hallway, dashing over to me.
"Thank god you're okay." She said, skidding to a stop in front of me and smiling.
The girl was a few inches shorter than me with brilliant copper hair that was put up in a short ponytail. She was slightly petite, but her arms and legs were muscled, like an Olympic runner. She wasn't bulky, but her body appeared to be long, even though she was shorter than me. She wore black shorts and a beautiful gem-studded red sleeveless top. She looked maybe a bit younger than me. Her hazel eyes looked into mine with pure excitement, matching the cute smile she wore so casually.
"Where am I?" I asked, even though I was bursting with a million questions.
"You're at my house." She answered simply, but that information by itself just confused me even more.
"Who are you?" I put out my next question. The girl pouted.
"You don't remember?" The girl said, "I saved you." My eyes widened.
"You... Saved me? How? From getting kidnapped? Then how is my body like this? My hair? What happened?" Questions poured out of my mouth, and I stood there, looking impatiently at the girl for an explanation.
"Oh!" The girl said, as if she remembered something. She dug in her pocket, and, when fining what she was looking for, she took it out and held out her fist.
"I almost forgot to give this back to you." She said, and I held my hand under her fist. She placed the object in my hand, and took away her hand.
The philosopher stone.
I gasped for the billionth time, staring at the stone. Then looking up at the girl. She smiled and gestured for me to follow her.
"I'll explain everything over a cup of tea."
"There you have it." The girl said, taking a sip of her tea.
We were sitting in the marvelous parlor of the house, with intricately crafted pastries placed on a tray that rested on a table between the girl and I. She served me a sweet tea while she explained what happened.
So, put simply, the girl kicked Enrique's ass and took the philosopher stone back from him, knowing what it was, brought me back to her house, and had me examined by their family doctor. The doctor stated the obvious, that I was dying. Luckily, the girl had come from a family of alchemists, and her father was even state certified. Although she was unfamiliar with human transmutation, she had discovered crumpled paper hidden in my pocket. The paper that I had sketched out the human transmutation circle, the one I was planning to use to heal myself.
All in all, she was much smarter than I could ever be.
"... You're impressive." I sweat dropped. "But anyway, thank you for helping me. My name is Lynette, what's yours?" The girl looked at me in surprise, putting her cup down.
"Lynette? As in Lynette La'va, the infamous Cold Blood Alchemist?" She asked, and I cringed at her words.
"I haven't heard that title in a while." I sighed.
"Oh, I'm sorry if I offended you." The girl apologized, "But I've heard so much about you."
"By calling me "infamous", what you've heard must not be that pleasant." I said, my eyes downcast. "But I assure you, I'm not a bad person."
"I know you aren't." She said, a smile returning to her face. "My dad is a good friend of Lieutenant Colonel Mustang. He says Mustang talks about you a lot." My eyes traveled up to meet hers.
"Really?" I questioned, taking a sip of tea. The girl nodded.
"My dad knows you're here." She said, "He said any friend of Mustang's is a friend of ours." A small smile crept across my face.
"That's very sweet of your father." I said, taking a small sugar powdered tea cookie. "What does Mustang say about me?"
"That you're very loud and violent," she said, making me sweat drop.
"That's Mustang." I said, rolling my eyes. The girl giggled.
"But you're a very fun and sweet person." She continued. "He had a very positive opinion of you. He told my dad to ignore all the accusations thrown at you and help you if we meet you. My father said Mustang has been given a hard time because of all your supposed "crimes", but he's been surprisingly patient with it all." Guilt kept piling on with every complement.
"I can't believe he believes in me after all this." I said quietly, taking a bite of the cookie. "I've done so much..."
"That just goes to show how much he supports you." The girl said, her optimistic attitude lightening up my mood. "We're behind you too."
"That's nice to know. Also, I never got your name." I said hesitantly, and the girl laughed.
"Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Diamond." She said sheepishly, and I grinned.
"That's a nice name." I said, "My birthstone is a diamond, so I guess this is fate." Diamond cracked up at my little comment.
"I guess so." She said after she finished laughing. She was about to reach for a cookie when she remembered something. "OH! I'll be right back." She said, suddenly getting up and speeding out of the room. She quickly reappeared after a few seconds, holding a piece of paper.
"I forgot! My dad called Mustang." Diamond said, rushing over to hand me the paper. She sat back down, looking at me anxiously. "Mustang left this message for you." I nodded, opening the folded paper and scanning the words.
Lynette,
The Promised Day is coming. I'll see you in Central.
Mustang.
P.S. Make sure to leave some money in your account. After this is over, and I've taken over, you promised lunch. Leave your schedule open!
I laughed at his letter. I looked over at Diamond, my mood having improved a lot.
"Thank you so much. For everything." I said, bowing my head in gratitude. "But I need to leave. My... Friend is probably worried sick." Diamond nodded, understanding.
"I'll get some clothes for you to change into." She said, getting up and patting my shoulder. "Make sure to visit soon, okay?"
"Of course." I said. "Next time, I'll take you out for icecream." Diamond nodded hard, cheerfully skipping away to get some clothes.
My gaze traveled down to my hands. In one hand, I held the philosopher stone, and in the other was Mustang's letter. I pursed my lips.
Ed's gonna kill me when I get back.
Walking the streets was something that set me at unease. Even though, if I actually bumped into Enrique, he wouldn't recognize me, I still couldn't forget what happened earlier.
… Truth, you did something, didn't you…? I accused.
You said you wanted to forget about Edward, Truth said nonchalantly. I scoffed to myself.
We got back together, didn't we? I shot back. Truth sighed.
I gave you that dream before hand, Truth said, You liked it. But even when you met Edward again, I decided to give you another chance, since… You're still debating on going home.
What are you, my mother? I said in exasperation. Setting me up with crazy lunatics who try to kill me before the first date… You're crazy.
I'm only a reflection of you, Truth remarked smugly. I had no comeback, since Truth, well… Spoke the truth.
"This world in annoying," I mumbled to myself, sighing heavily.
And it wasn't very surprising, with my eyes downcast like that, that I bumped into someone.
"Ah, sorry." I apologized, snapping back to reality. I brushed myself off and was about to continue on my way when my arm was caught.
"Lynette?" A familiar voice questioned in shock. Confused, I turned around to face the person who had an iron grip on my arm.
It was Ed.
HI GUYS~! I haven't updated in sooo long, I know! Gahh, even though school is mostly over, I still have so much to do! I went to my aunt's house this weekend, and I had gotten to write a bit in the chapter, so I decided to finish it tonight.
How was everybody's Memorial Day? I actually got to go out and put flags on some veteran's graves to honor their service! It was raining, and I got soaked, but I enjoyed doing that.
So, anyway, in the story, it's looking better for Lynette. I mean, she'll have to be careful with what she says, because I think it's obvious by now that Ed would recognize the change she went through in a few hours. But, even though she has to wiggle her way out of that, things are looking better for her…
And yes, I put Enrique back in. SURPRISE! He's kind of my pawn, so I might or might not continue to use him in the future. Just letting you guys know, heh! XP
My lovely readers, please review~!
Thanks!