Edward climbed out of the wreakage, wincing as his bruised and broken ribs grated against each other. Edward had to be careful, he sure as heck didn't want a rib to puncture one of his lungs.

Beneath his metal leg Edward could hear the wall supporting his weight creak.

"The walls must have been weakened in the cash." Edward observed.

Carefully, trying to avoid both windows and creaky spots in the wall, Edward moved forward. He winced again at the excrutiating pain that flaired up in his chest.

Edward clutched his chest trying to catch his breath against the burning, ever-growing pain in his ribs. His sight began to blur due to his watering eyes. Blinking away tears that began to form, Edward straitened up looking over the last two cars that still had to be crossed before he got to the engine.

Edward had decided that he would check on the engine first, then after he made sure everything was fine there he would start to move backwards, ushering people towards the back of the train where Al should be waiting.

Again, Edward winced at the pain in his chest, jumping from one car to the next only fed the burning pain that flared.

Maybe one of his ribs had already pierced a lung? That might explain the horrible growing pain in his chest. Either that or he just had some broken ribs that really hurt.

"I can do this just two more jumps and a little walking in between and I'll be at the engine, no problem." At that very moment Edward's metal left leg gave out. He fell face forward, in a most ungraceful fashion. "Arghh, Ow! Okay now we have a problem. Maybe Al should have come with me." Edward spoke through gritted teeth.

"No!" He answered himself strictly. "You're the big brother, start acting like it!"

Edward groaned as he pulled himself to his feet, hoping, praying that the automail would hold him. A sigh of relief escaped his lips, when the automail knee didn't buckle and send him sprawling again.

The leg held him, that was good, but it didn't feel right, like something got damaged on the inside. "No!" Edward's face paled considerably. "Winry is going to kill me!"

Edward took a cautious step forward. Something was definatly wrong with the leg but it continued to hold his weight. As he walked unsteadily along.

"I wonder what she'll throw at me first? Probably that stupid wrench." Edward could already feel the heavy tools, Winry used, making contact with his skull.

Edward came to the edge of the car, a gap between himself and his goal. He jumped catching himself with his flesh leg. Edward could have easily transmuted a bridge to walk across the gap with, but he had decided against it not wanting to weaken the, already, weak walls any more than he had to.

Edward trudged the rest of the way fighting against his locking metal knee, draging himself along to the gap and sliding down in. He landed with a thud almost colapsing when his knee started to give way, righting himself just in time; he let loose a few colorful curses and moved forward to the engine's hatch ready-ish to deal with any problems.

Hawkeye knocked on the door to Mustang's inner office, letting herself in when he called out to her.

"Sir," She said giving her commanding officer a salute. "A train on its way to Central was derailed in a field right outside the city." She had the slitest hint of emotion in her voice.

"What's wrong, Lieutenant?" Mustang asked picking up the change in her additude.

"Sir, It was the same train Edward and Alphonse boarded earlier today."

Roy stiffened, He stood up, and looked Hawkeye in the eyes. "Get the car, Lieutenant." He ordered.

Hawkeye saluted. "Yes, Sir!" She turned and sped out of the room not wasting another second.

Roy followed her out of the inner office, only to be met with watchful eyes.

"Havoc!" Mustang called,The second Lietenant hung onto every word of his orders. His usual silliness replaced with seriousness.

The whole room had picked up on Roy's tension and assimilated to fit his every need.

With his whole crew rushing to follow their orders, Mustang left the office heading to where he knew Hawkeye would be waiting with a car for him.

"Oh, Fullmetal, What have you gotten yourself into this time?"

"You-you're gonna kill a St-state Alchemist?" Tobias was stuned almost beyond words. The man had sabotaged a train, and probably killed several people, but that wasn't enough for him?

"What better way to get back at the State than to take something they need?" The man answered.

Tobias tried to remember the man's name, if he could just convice him to think this through tha- Tobias realised something, mid thought, this man, he had thought this through. The happenings around Tobias where this man's thought through plan, this man was sick, very sick.

"What's it to you anyway? It isn't like he's done anything for you. He's just another dog of the, willing to kill anyone in his way for power." The man hissed.

"A-aren't you saying that your son was also a d-dog of the Millitary?" Tobias dared to say.

"No! My son wouldn't have killed for his own ambitions!" The man spat angrily. "He was a..."

The man trailed off as a loud thud filled the air followed by cursing. He bent down and snatched something, pulling it up in a proctective way.

At the back of the engine the door swung open, awkwardly a boy tumbled into the space. He fell flat on his back letting out a little yelp of pain.

Upon seeing the man Edward pulled himself up, trying to up hold at least some of his dignity and keeping his weight off his metal leg.

Edward once on his feet noticed the defensivestance. "Don't worry." He said, putting his hands up to show that he was unarmed, in reality his hands were his weapons, but the man didn't need to know that.

A spike of pain shot up Edward's side He winced as he took in his surroundings.

Two engineers, one of which was trapped, while the other was baring a broken pipe at him.

"Don't worry." Edward repeated. He began moving in the direction of the trapped engineer. "I'm here to help. I'm a State Alchemist." Edward fixed his hands ready to clap, when the pinned man screamed at him.

"Get out! Get out of here, Kid! Get out! Now!"

Before Edward could even react something from behind struck his back sending him pitching forward. He fell on the pile of debris; the dagged end of a pipe digging into his side. A cry of agony erupted from his mouth as the pipe broke through coat and skin, scaring across his flesh.

Edward turned to face his attacker, rolling away before another blow could be delt to him. A blood trail followed him. He scrambled to his feet almost toppling over as he dodged once again. Edward pressed his palms together, his vision begining to blur and darken around the edges, as blue light electrified the air. Another blow was directed at Edward, this time though he didn't dodge, but blocked with his new blade that had been formed from his automail plates. The man pushed harder against Edward's defence causing him to stumble back against the machinery. Edward's eyes widened; against his back he could feel the machinery, it was hot, very hot. He bit his tongue against a scream as the heat burned through his coat. He fought desperatly to get away from the machinery burning his skin. Edward's eyes began to water, the wound in his side all but forgotten.

"Oh? Does it hurt, alchemist?" The man asked slyly, pushing harder against Edward, pushed as well. Unfortainaty for him though the man was stronger, and was succeded in pushing him further against the burning machine. The smell of burning flesh reached Edward's nose almost making him throw up. He shifted slightly so that he could awkwardlyly clap his hands, and he would have succeded in doing so if not for the knee that was rammed into his gut. This, along with the loss of something pushing against him, caused him to collapse forward. Edward gulped, trying to fill his lungs with oxygen, none came. For a second Edward was sure he was going to pass out, if not from the lack of oxygen than from the pain. His lungs were screaming, begging, him to just breathe. Still, nothing, but then it came, a breath, than another and another. Now that he wasn't souly focused on breathing, the sounds of yelling filled his ears.

"Stop this! He's just a kid! He doesn't have anything to do with your son's death!" One voice yelled.

"He is with the State! He has to know what he was getting himself into! And don't you think it's a little late to give up now?!" Another voice shouted back. Edward looked up to see one man pinning another man to the wall. It all came flooding back the trapped man, who was now pinned to the wall, and the attack on Edward, which didn't go as planned. Edward tried to pull himself to his feet, it took everything he had not to throw up from the pain.

"Well, look at that," Both engineers turned to look at him. "little alchemist is awake." A smile spread across the deranged engineer's face. "Now the fun can really start."

(A/N): Sorry this is actually later than I was planning, but I droped my phone in the bathroom sink, and it shut off and wouldn't turn back on. I put it in rice so now it's fine.

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Never have, never will, but will always want to.

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Sorry for not getting to the point yet.

l promise next time.

For sure.

Probably.