Ok, here it is...the third (and final) chapter of 666. The next special holiday isn't until April or something and I didn't want to leave you hanging for that long (even tho I already did) so I decided to end it. I hope you like it. I wrote it at 11:00 last night trying to meet the deadline...
666 Chapter 3
Ed's head slowly cleared and he began to wake up. He vaguely remembered what happened. After they heard the voice they were knocked unconscious. Ed tried to open his eyes, but all he could see was darkness.
"I can't see!" he screamed, trying, very unsuccessfully, to stand up. He was tied to a chair, his hands behind him, and a blindfold over his amber eyes. Through the darkness he heard a voice, but couldn't make out what it was saying.
"Mommy! I'm scared!" Ed cried, "Don't hurt me!" but as he listened closer he realized the voice belonged to Hughes.
"What's going on?" Maes called.
"I don't know!" Ed answered.
"Where am I?"
"I have no idea! I can't see anything and I'm tied to a chair!"
"Where are my friends?"
Ed turned his head around because the voice was coming from behind him, "What are you talking about? I'm right here!" Suddenly a thought popped into Ed's head, "He can't hear me."
Another sound erupted from somewhere to the left of him. It sounded like a chair pounding against the floor. "There's no place like home, there's no place like home," Ed cried, clicking his heels together, but to no avail. The only thing that happened was that the chair turned around, scrapping against the floor. Ed screamed and kept screaming even when the chair stopped. He kept screaming until he heard Maes call out again and some more banging. All three chairs, Armstrong and Hughes were tied to ones of their own, had turned around, so they were now in a triangle-circle like thing, facing each other. "Ed! Armstrong!" Maes cried out.
"Get me outta here!"
Maes could see Ed's mouth moving, but he had no idea what he was saying. "I can't hear you Ed! I think I have ear plugs in." he noticed that Ed had a blindfold on and Armstrong was gagged. "See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil," he muttered, more to himself then the others.
"What's that suppose to mean?" asked Ed as Armstrong started pounding his feet harder and louder.
"Don't you know anything Edward or is your miniscule brain too small to hold anything of value?" the mysterious voice said, walking into the center of the triangle.
"Aah!" Ed screamed, "The ominous footsteps are back! And this time they're accompanied by a bodiless voice."
When Maes saw who the person was his looked turned to one of confusion.
"You but I don't understand."
A deep manly voice started laughing. It was a laugh that made the hairs on the back of their necks stand on end.
"How little you know Maes…how little you know."
"What's going on? Who is it?" Ed asked.
"Where's Mustang?!" Maes screamed, joining Armstrong in banging his chair against the ground,
"Oh I sent him back to tell the others they can't come here. But you can't hear me! I'll just let you worry a little more." The person cackled manically, piercing black eyes staring at the ceiling as a thick lightening bolt lit up the room, immediately followed by a crash of deafening thunder.
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Mustang hurried into the mess hall, breathing heavily. He had ran there, and felt like he was about to pass out, so he sat down in a chair, trying to relax. Everyone hurried over to him, asking what had happened. "He told me I had to come here to tell everyone never to go there. As if I'm going to listen."
"Did you see who-" Breda began, but was interrupted by Mustang.
"No, it was too dark." Mustang took a minute to look around. He didn't see Riza anywhere. "Has Hawkeye woken up yet?" Nobody said anything. They just looked silently around at each other, waiting for somebody else to speak. "What is it?! What happened to Hawkeye?"
They tried to calm him down, but he jumped up from the chair. Fuery decided it was best just to tell him what happened. "She screamed a piercing shriek. Then the lights went off. When they came back on a few seconds later, she was gone."
Mustang started pacing back and forth. "He has her," he muttered.
"Who?" Breda questioned. "Who is doing this?"
"I think I have a pretty good idea." From out of nowhere earsplitting laughter erupted and filled the entire room, accompanied by a flash of lightning and a thunderous crash that left their ears ringing for several seconds. After everyone had recovered, Mustang said simply, "We have to hurry," before he walked out of the room, not waiting to see if anyone was following him. About five minutes later, after taking a detour, Mustang stood on the spot where he had heard the whispers. "I'm here!" he screamed. "Show yourself! Let Hawkeye go!" When all stayed still and the only noise was the occasional clash of thunder, Mustang sunk to his knees, hot tears falling into his hands, which was very uncharacteristic of him. "I'm sorry, Riza," he cried. "I'm so sorry. I should have stayed with you." A door slammed ahead of him and he looked up. Somebody was walking towards him. "Hawkeye?" he asked into the semi-darkness.
"Guess again." When the person came into his view, he saw that it was Hawkeye, and yet it wasn't. Her eyes were a solid black, and he knew that she was possessed.
"Are you the devil?" he asked.
"Yes and no." He stopped walking and stood still, staring down at Roy. "I had my fair share of demons helping me, but now it's how I want it. Just you and me. This is how you're going to die." He pulled out Riza's gun and pointed it at Mustang, who slowly stood up.
"And why do you want to kill me?"
"I thought you were smarter than that, Mustang. Didn't you figure it out yet?"
Roy had figured it out, about an hour ago. "I know you're not the devil," he said.
"Right you are. And do you know who I am?"
"Yes." Roy stared into those intimidating black eyes confidently, not wincing at all. "I do. I've had an idea since that child cried out, 'He's here.' I knew I recognized that voice, but I just figured out who it was now. It's pretty pathetic that you have your son working for you. Mr. Fuhrer, sir," Roy added mockingly.
"Oh, but he's so good at it."
"And the date isn't really 6-6-06."
"I thought that was obvious."
"But there's one thing I don't understand. Why go through all this trouble when you could have very easily finished me off without any of these fancy games."
"Because, Mustang, I wanted to see you cry. I wanted to hear you scream. I wanted to torture you, and the best way I know how is to put Hawkeye and the rest of your little gang in danger."
"You're not invincible, you know," Roy said, taking out the skull he had picked up from the Fuhrer's office on the way there.
The Fuhrer, through Riza, started laughing. "You always are prepared, huh, Mustang? But you're forgetting one thing. I'm working with the devil."
It was Roy's turn to laugh, and he raised the skull. "I think you're forgetting something too. The devil works with no one."
The Fuhrer started screaming as Roy walked closer with the skull. Pretty soon they turned into Riza's screams, and she fell to the floor. Mustang ran over to her, picking her up. "Riza, Riza, are you okay?"
She looked up at him with normal red eyes and a confused expression on her face. "What happened?" she asked.
"Don't worry about it." Roy held her in his arms, holding her close. "It's all over. You're safe now."
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Meanwhile, back in the dark room, Armstrong was still banging his chair against the ground. "Will you knock that off?!" Ed screamed, annoyed. "When are we going to get out of here?' The answer came soon enough, for at the instant he heard a crunching sound. Armstrong had broken the chair. "Hurry up and untie me!" After untangling himself from the mess of wood and ropes and taking the rag from his mouth, Armstrong untied Ed, and then hurried over to Maes to untie him. Ed took off the blindfold and Maes took out the earplugs. They then proceeded to run out of the room and down the hall, until they got to the room where everyone was. Roy and Riza were already there. It was beginning to get light out, and the storm was letting up, so everyone raced outside, escaping the terrors of the night.
But back inside the building, a shrill cackle ripped through Headquarters, as a clock began to strike.
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