I realize this didn't take nearly as long as I thought it would. I've decided to go with the plan 'don't include Winry at all'. So, wether this is good or bad news (good because I don't kill her or bad that I'm completely ignoring her), Winry will not be shown at all in this story. Winry or Edwin fans: you might as well stop reading now. Unless you like horror and gore . . . then continue 'till the end!
Thank you to Bar-Ohki (once again), and I believe I have just answered your plea, darkgirl4.0.
Disclaimer in first chapter.
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Edward tutted his tongue against the roof of his mouth in a gesture of defiance and impatience. "When's the train coming Al?" He voiced the question that had been troubling their minds for an hour and a half. Alphonse sighed metallically: "It was supposed to be here forty minutes ago." The tutting became louder and faster while Edward's expression became more and more disgruntled.
They had sat on a bench of mahogany in the bustling train station of Eastern Command for the previously mentioned time (an hour and a half) and still the train was all but present.
Edward rose from his awkward position, his head had been low into the crease of the bench, and stretched his muscles while rubbing his neck tenderly.
"So, how did that colonel get on a train before us," he questioned, seething through his teeth and glaring at the empty track that was supposed to be supporting their transportation. "You woke up at 12 o'clock, remember brother?" Al suggested accusingly. Edward's hand rubbed his neck harder, trying to rid it of the guilty hotness that had so suddenly befallen it, he grinned in what he hoped was an innocent way and dropped the subject.
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Edward let out an unsatisfied growl and began pacing for the umpteenth time. "Ed, if you keep doing that you're going to collapse," Alphonse commented timidly. Edward grunted viciously (startling a passerby who edged away from Edward carefully) and continued pacing, only faster. Alphonse sighed and slumped his posture hopelessly.
Finally, for what had seemed to take ages, the whistle of a train graced their ears (Alphonse's non-existent ones) and Edward screamed an irritated, yet joyful, 'at last' to the sky; then stomped over to Alphonse to pick up his luggage.
"Ed-"
"Not now, Al."
"Ed-!"
"I said not now!"
"That's not our train!"
Edward blinked. He turned around to look at Alphonse, confusion written across his features. Al pointed to the train schedule and Ed's expression changed from curiosity to pure rage.
Their train had been canceled.
"That's it! We're walking to Central!" Edward exclaimed.
Alphonse objected: "Ed, you're being irrational again! What are you going to do for food?"
"I've learned enough from Teacher to know what's food in the woods and what's not, and so have you," Edward retorted. "We're walking and that's final. I'll get to Central Library even if I have to crawl there." He crossed his arms defiantly.
Alphonse sighed dejectedly. "So, when you're delusional from dehydration and starvation how are you going to research what happened to Rush Valley?" he asked.
Ed stuck his nose up into the air. "I'll find a way," he rebelled.
Alphonse rolled his eyes in exasperation.
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The train screeched to a grinding, stomach-jerking halt on the rusty tracks. The name of the train's seemingly deserted destination was shouted by the conductor and a man with raven-hued hair stepped austerely downward from the final step of the train's narrow staircase. His foot hitting the metal lining nailed into the cement with a clear and precise 'ting'. The man surveyed the area with a sharp, humorless stare.
Roy Mustang had reached the wind-beaten, desolate town of Turli.
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To Whoever Cares: I've created a trailer for this. It is on youtube and the link for it is in my profile. Rate and review . . . please? (Yes, I do realize that this isn't the best story in the world and that it probably shouldn't have a trailer, but hey . . . what can I say? I was bored . . . You're going to start hearing that a lot from me.)