Okay, Here's chapter three. It has a few bad words in it. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own FMA. Nor do I want to- can you imagine the stress? And the abuse from angry fans? shudder
"Yo Roy!"
"Hey guys!" replied the Colonel.
"So what are we doing?" questioned Maes.
"Well, we're just getting the chopper geared up. Preparing some essential items. Rope and some other stuff."
"So… I guess you need some help huh? Hehe…"
Roy pitched in, and even with his help, it took the men another full two or three hours to get everything ready.
"Alright men! Let's go save some people!"
The men were divided into groups of five and sent to their individual helicopters.
They all piled into the helicopters lugging their necessary equipment after them.
"Now, remember men! If any of you have a problem, call for backup! Do not, I repeat, DO NOT attempt to fix the problems yourselves. IS THAT CLEAR!" bellowed the flood rescue team director.
"Sir, yes sir!" chorused the rest of the team.
"Then let's go!"
The director then pushed a button, which Roy guessed was to open the hanger door, and ran back to his helicopter. The team watched as water cascaded into the hangers, churning and twisting, swallowing up everything in its path, before stilling at a good ten to fifteen metres above ground level. Roy shuddered- he didn't mix too well with water, and if it had not been for the fact that the helicopters were already hovering near the ceiling of the hangers, the team would have needed rescuing themselves.
Roy staggered as the helicopter swung around and set off on its task.
"Al! AL!" cried a young blonde hanging from a tall tree.
"Ed!" shouted Roy, astonished.
"ROY! GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE!"
"Wait, Ed! Where's Al?"
"Here!" hollered the large metal box which was hanging onto a straining tree branch.
Roy grabbed the rope and lowered the ladder hanging from the whirring machine.
"Grab onto the ladder!" roared Roy.
The heavy suit of armour, also known as Al, grabbed hold of the swinging rope and waited as Ed jumped onto his younger brother's back. Roy watched fearfully as the two teenagers battled their way up the flimsy rope ladder, which, at the moment was wildly whirling around in the heavy rain.
He stepped back as a weighty metal hand clamped onto the spot where his foot had just been a moment ago. Al hauled himself and his brother into the safety of the helicopter, while Roy held on to anything he could find to avoid being thrown out of the now heavily tilting helicopter.
Both boys wheezed and panted for breath as another member of the rescue team retracted the ladder and gave the signal for the pilot to proceed.
"Thank you! Thank you!" gasped the pretty brunette as Roy helped her into the nearly full helicopter.
"You're welcome," he replied smoothly, smirking.
"Roy?"
"Yeah, Maes?"
"Not the right time… not the right time."
"Fine," answered Roy, immediately going into sulk-mode.
The helicopter lurched, but before Roy could grab onto anything solid, he was tossed into the cold air and plunged into the bottomless depths of the flood.
"ROY!" yelled Maes, instantly jumping forward and peering into the water.
"Sir, we need you to step back please. We need to call for back up," ordered the pilot.
"No, you don't understand! We need to get him out of there! Look! I can't even see him anymore! WHERE THE HELL IS HE!
The entire helicopter watched with abated breath as they waited for another sign of the drowning man. They all breathed a sigh of relief when his head popped out of the cavernous whirlpool.
"Hurry up!" screamed Maes at the pilot.
"Sir, we need you to calm down."
"Calm down? CALM FUCKING DOWN? MY BEST FRIEND IS IN THERE AND YOU'RE TELLING ME TO CALM THE FUCK DOWN!"
"Sir, we're doing the best we can, and we need you to stop yelling."
"ARGH!" Maes roared, and slumped back into his seat.
"Sir, we have a Code 2, I repeat, a Code 2. Over."
The reply came over the crackling radio, "We're on our way. Over."
Maes Hughes was panicking to the near point of an epileptic fit, but he knew that all he could do for the moment was to wait.
Roy's world had became eerily silent the moment he entered the obsidian water.
Ah crap…
He fought to make his legs work, as he slowly propelled himself upwards towards the light.
He gulped down the fresh air as his head surfaced the water. However, his attempts to keep his legs working were in vain, and he was once again plummeted into the water after barely a minute. He felt himself being pulled sideways by the overpowering current, and his eyes snapped open in fear. The last thing that he remembered was the unmistakeable feeling of something smacking into his head. And then he blacked out.
Uh... this chapter was kinda short. Sorry about that. Hehe...Anyway please review! For the love of God! I only received 2 reviews for my second chapter. 2! Me sad now. (