I forgot about his story! I only remembered when I realized today was Friday the 13th and I had to write a fanfic about the special holiday. So here's the next chapter...sorry it took so long.
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"I think this is the scariest night of my life," Hughes sighed, sitting down against the wall in the corner. "I want to see Elysia and Gracie again." He stared at the picture in his hand, overwhelmed by everything that had happened so far.
"You'll see them again," Roy promised, leaning against the wall above Hughes.
"Colonel!" Armstrong called. Roy looked over to see the major carrying Hawkeye in his arms. He laid her on a table. Mustang and Hughes hurried over to them. Bending over Hawkeye, the Colonel felt for her pulse. He found it. The relief he felt was so strong, and a large smile stretched up to his dark blue eyes.
"What happened?" he asked Armstrong.
"She staggered in here and fainted."
"I think she's waking up." They looked down, and sure enough, Hawkeye's eyes fluttered open. She stared at them all with her usual red gaze.
"Hawkeye-" Roy started, but was interrupted when Riza spoke.
Closing her red eyes, she muttered, "Someone attacked me from behind. Their hands were freezing, along with the breath on my neck. So cold. I don't remember anything besides the cold."
"Did you see your attacker?"
"No. Sorry."
"Why are you saying sorry? You're okay, and that's all we care about."
"So tired," she said softly, closing her eyes. "So cold." She drifted off to sleep.
"Somebody stay with her. I'm going out there." Roy walked away to get some flashlights.
"Roy, you can't! It's dangerous!" Armstrong followed, arguing with the Colonel.
Stopping and turning around to face him, Mustang replied, "Which is why I am not going to do this alone."
"I'm coming with you." Hughes said, stepping up.
"Me too," said Ed, who was listening in on their conversation. They all turned to Armstrong.
"I guess I can come," he reluctantly agreed to go. Looking around to see if anyone else was brave enough, Mustang saw Riza lying on the table. I'm going to find out who attacked you and kill them, he promised.
As they gathered by the door (nobody else had the courage to come), Mustang said to them, "If you see anything, even a flicker of movement, be ready to fight."
"Aren't you supposed to say run?"
"No, Fullmetal. We are going out there to find out who is doing this. It wouldn't help to run away now would it?"
"Fine. Fine."
After they had all agreed, Mustang cautiously opened the door and walked out into the hallway, everyone else following him. They switched on the flashlights, but the light only lit up halfway down the hall. If something was at the other end, the wouldn't be able to see it.
"Does anyone have that creepy feeling that something is watching us?" Ed whispered, his voice shaking in fear.
"You volunteered to come, Fullmetal." Mustang turned around and pointed the flashlight behind them. Nothing. They walked a little father when they heard footsteps ahead, but the being was outside the beam of light.
"Was it just me or-"
"I heard it too."
"Show yourself!" Mustang called. The footsteps sounded again roughly 42 yards away.
"Mustang! Don't say that! Do you want to get killed!"
"We came out here to fight, and you agreed to that." The footsteps came closer. They were now at approximately 20 yards. The flashlights only reached 15.
"Mustang! It's coming towards us!"
"Let go of my arm Fullmetal," Mustang shook Ed of his arm, making the beam of his flashlight bounce up and down, casting spooky shadows on the wall. They could still hear the footsteps getting louder, all of them getting ready to fight. At 16 yards, they could just make out a hazy outline before a clock chimed somewhere close by. -One- They all jumped, and Mustang dropped the flashlight. It clattered to the floor and flickered out. The other ones stopped working as well. –Two-
"What's going on?" -Three-
"This is not good. Not good at all." -Four-
"I could snap my fingers to make some light," Roy suggested, but Hughes pointed out, "Our eyes aren't adjusted. It will only blind us." –Five- "Yeah, you're right." –Six- The clocked stopped. They could hear the footsteps again. Frightenly close. Probably 5 yards away. The clock chimed again. -One- Step. -Two- Step. -Three- Step. -Four- Step. -Five- Step. -Six- nothing happened after that. No chimes, no footsteps.
"They stopped. What happened? Is it gone?" They stared ahead into the dark void, but nobody could see anything. Suddenly, from out of nowhere, an eerie, cold voice breathed on the back of their necks, "One two three four five six." All four spun around, preparing to defend themselves.
At the same instant, Hawkeye shot up from the table, a piercing scream escaping her mouth.
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Hopefully the next chapter will be up soon. But there is another special holiday coming up, so it might be sooner than you think.