Oh my gawsh peoples, I am so sorry it took me so long!! But I had slight writer's block with this chapter! AND I ran outta funnies for it!! TT
On a (hopefully) lighter note, I have pictures! Yes peoples, the things everyone loves – Pictures. Hehe, I have tons too :3
Five of Riley.(In case I supply a picture with a certain trait wrong, Riley is supposed to be very pale, with brown hair, and blue eyes.)
Four of Hannah.(For the same reason above, Hannah is supposed to be a bit tan, with lighter brown hair, and grey-ish eyes.)
Two of Riley's Dad.(I will give the link later on. So please don't ask for it just yet.)
One of Riley's Mom.(Same as above.)
One each of Hannah's Family.
Now, if you want the link to a picture, either PM or email me. Both of which can be found on my homepage.
KuramaKitty: Tank yew! I'm glad you like my story!!
Kaijukote: Hehe, tank yew! I like Riley too, she's my favorite OC I've ever written. She wont be keeping secrets for too long. Hehe... Really? You're the first person to bring her past up, which is ironic, cause I was writing her past out(and planning it) when you sent this! And don't worry, her past will be revealed soon.
Mandya1313: Tank yew :3
Aqemy Von Stein: Thanks, I try to make them funny, but not ridiculously stupid where they can't think straight for anything. Thank you, I try! XD Glad you like Riley.
Hitorijinsei3: Thanks, I try to keep everybody's personality the same it is in the anime and manga. Ed can be hard sometimes, but I am a bit like Ed in a way, I just have to bring that out(not to mention my cousin is like Ed a lot and he will be living with us for a month, which will hopefully give me some brain power.) Hahahaha, I never looked at Riley as annoying before!
XweaselxWolfx: Yeah, I read it just recently! It's very good XD Update it soon, I'd love to see what happens next.
BlueRyuu: Hehe, I couldn't agree more, I'd love more reviews...X3 I'm glad you like the OC's xD
Whew, longest AN I've written so far...
I Do NOT Own FMA. The Lovely Hiromu Arakawa Does, And I Am NOT Hiromu Arakawa. I Am Taylor (L/N Bleeped).
Hiromu Arakawa Does NOT Own Riley, Hannah, New Plots, And Other New Characters. Taylor (L/N Bleeped) Does. She Is NOT Taylor (L/N Bleeped).
The Sulfur Alchemist
Chapter Six:
Ham Sandwiches and B&B's
I stood at the sidewalk, staring at the map in my hands blankly.
I had no freakin' idea where I was.
Letting out a yell of anger, I rip the map to shreds. "WHERE THE HECK AM I?!" I shout as I throw the dead map to the grounds, stomping on all the pieces furiously. I didn't need them anymore, did I? I mean, they didn't help when I did need it.
Oh...Wait a minute...
"No! No! I need you, come back!" I shout as I bend to my knees, grabbing all the shredded pieces. People walking by eyed me strangely as I tried giving the shredded map CPR...
"Breathe, map, breathe!" I shouted, pumping on it's "stomach". But it became clear that the poor map was gone, and would be forever.
I would've given Mr. Map(not the most original name around, but hey, it needs something) a funeral, but I was currently lost, and a memorial speech would give me nothing, but a ticket to the Insane Asylum...
Although, by now it seems I should have already gotten one years ago.
A man begins walking by, so I jump up and grab the elbow of his shirt sleeve. "Sir!" I exclaim, causing him to stop and turn to me. "How do I get to the Train Station?" I ask. The man turned to me and both our eyes widened.
"Lance?!"
"Riley?!"
Lance was Hannah's brother. He was tall, and lanky, unlike his parents. His black hair was short, with uneven bangs, and a yellow streak was in the right side of his bangs. He had crystal blue eyes, and a soft smile on his face.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, looking up at him.
"I was just visiting family. I was on my way to the train station, actually. Follow me," He answers, before walking around me. I immediately followed Lance.
. . .
"Where's Hannah?" Lance asks as we walked down the street. I was dodging everybody that had a look that said 'I'm Running You Over' on their face.
Did NOT want to know what would happen if I ran into them.
My face scrunched up as I squeezed past two bulky lumberjacks. "She went to see you guys," I answer, running to catch up to his side. For some odd reason, it seemed as though he wasn't in the middle of Rush-Hour on a street full of business men and women.
"Really? Guess college picked the wrong time to bring me back!" Lance muses, a small smirk on his face.
I looked up at him as I said, "Well she's coming back for Christmas, if that helps any."
Lance smiles, nodding at me a bit. "Eek!" Came out of my mouth as I narrowly dodge an oncoming motorcycle cop. "THANKS A LOT JACKBUTT! YOU NO GOOD, ROTTEN COP! OUTTA KICK YOUR ASS!" I shout, waving a fist angrily in the air at him. Behind me, Lance was laughing hysterically..
Outta kick his asstoo...
. . .
Finally getting to the Train Station, Lance and I exchanged goodbyes before I looked around my surroundings. I now knew how to get to Marcoh's.
"Ok...Take a left..."
"Now a right..."
"And go a little bit further.."
Once I stopped, I was at a small little intersection. "Oh no..," I mutter, forgetting which way I was supposed to go. But then I had a wonderful idea, and didn't have to worry any longer.
Innie-Minie-Miny-Moe!
"...And you are it," I end, pointing to the left. So, clearly that's the way I went.
The roads were pebble and rock, the usual kind of road you'd expect in the country. Houses lined both sides of the road, all were regular sized – Not small, but not big either. Just right in size. I kinda liked it here. At first I didn't like this place, but only because of the people. This was the country, yet houses were next to each other like the city. I didn't really like that. But I soon got used to it(partly of my own free will to, and partly because Marcoh demanded I did.)
I continued to look around, seeing if I spotted any sign of a suit of armor, or a blonde kid. Hopefully I'd spot them before Armstrong – I had noticed back at the Train Station that my previous train wasn't there. I wasn't sure if they already came and went, or they were still on their way.
At the time I didn't really realize how long I was going. But when the sun started to go down, it kind of hinted it. And I was starting to get hungry.
Surprising, eh?
It was then I noticed the stand to the left. It looked out of place here, what with all the houses. It was the only building that wasn't a house on this road, it seemed. I was fine with it though, I didn't care if it looked odd.
Walking to the stand, I sit at a stool which was placed by the counter. A man was instantly in front of me, which made me assume they hadn't had business for a couple hours and he was just sitting there waiting for someone. It was kind of creepy, the over-excited smile on his face.
"Hi!" I exclaim with a dumb smile on my face. Minaswell be nice to Mr. Creepy.
The man gave a pearly smile, "Hello ma'am! Welcome to Deacon's BBQ. What can I get you?"
I bit my lip in thought, looking at the menu. "Hm... I don't know. Whatever's cheapest," I answer, handing him the menu. He gladly takes it and nods, rushing to the back to do whatever he was doing.
Not too much after, he came back out, but with a plate in his hand. He places it down in front of me, and I saw a sandwich laying there. "Alright, my favorite!" I shout, smiling a huge grin before biting into the delicious ham sandwich.
I hear footsteps and clanks behind me, so I turned my waist backwards to see what the source was. And what do you know? I saw Ed and Al walking down the path!
Hallelujah!
"Oh, wait!" I shout, pushing forward to get off the stool, only to go flying to the floor, still sitting on the stool, my arms flailing about in the air. Quickly, I stuck a foot out and landed on it, running off as soon as it hit the ground. The stool hit the ground with a bang.
"Hey, you didn't pay!" The man shouts, causing me to turn back and run to the counter. I slammed a handful of change on the counter and ran off again.
"Wait! Ed, Al!" I shout, running toward them as quick as my legs could let me go.
As I saw the brothers stop and turn to me, I smile wide, happy I didn't have to run anymore. "Great, I've been looking all over for you! Do you have any idea how hard it is to look for you two? Well, ya know, looking isn't that hard, it's the finding that's-"
"Riley!" Ed shouts, getting annoyed with my persistent rambling. "What are you doing here?" He asks once I shut up.
"Oh yeah," I start, "Well I thought I should tell you that a State Alchemist was on the train here. I knew you guys were here, so I figured he was coming to spy on you."
Once I say it aloud, it sounds pretty stupid...Maybe I should have just stayed on the train...
Ed and Al looked at each other with curiosity, which removed all doubts of me just being paranoid. "What did the State Alchemist look like?" Al questions.
"He was as big as you, Al! And he had these really pretty sparkles around his head when he waved at me... I think he remembered me from that match between Ed and that Mustang guy..." I say with a ditzy look on my face.
If I wanted to keep my cover of not knowing any Military Personnel, I had to play the part, right? Riiiiight.
And it surprisingly wasn't that hard to play ditzy!
"Armstrong..," Ed mutters, before looking around the area quickly. "We need a hotel!"
. . .
"This is nice," I comment casually as we walked down the halls of the Bed and Breakfast. The floor was a paper white, and the walls were a peach color. It was definitely done by a woman. Al nods before we stop at a door with "18" written on it.
I was intrigued by the fact the number was eighteen. Every other time I stayed at a B&B, or a hotel, I always had a three-digit number... It seemed like there were no two-digit numbers.. Once I had gotten number one, but never a three-digit number. That was odd to me. Was this the only place that had three-digit numbers? Or did every place have them, they were just taken qui-
"Riley!" Ed shouts, bringing me back to reality.
"Nyeeah!" I shouted, jumping almost a whole foot into the air. After landing, and almost tripping in the process mind you, I glare at Ed as my chest rose up and down quickly. "What?!" I hiss.
The smirk on Ed's face was enough to drive me to murder, but I was able to resist.
...Ok, I was able to attack, Al was able to hold me back...
Ed continued to smirk as he said, "Just trying to bring you out of La La Land."
And me being the incoherent self I am, I just had to try and strangle Ed again while shouting, "OH I'LL SHOW YOU LA LA LAND!!"
Ed finally bust out laughing, and I gave up struggling against Al's grasp.
But I would never give up revenge. Oh, no...
. . .
"So...What exactly do you plan on doing?" I ask as I sat at the small round table in the room. It was close to midnight, and none of us were tired enough to sleep.
Ed shrugs, "Easy, just ask around for Marcoh until we find out where he lives in this town."
I could easily tell them where Marcoh is, but that was a little too close for comfort. I mean, all the military personnel that knew me had been keeping my job a secret for years, they were used to it. Marcoh, on the other hand, didn't even know I was keeping my job a secret from Hannah. It was too risky.
"Makes sense," I state with a shrug.
"Where's Hannah?" Al asks curiously. Ed looks over at me for an answer, curious as well.
I began to stretch my arms as I answered, "She went to visit her family... They live an hour away from here, so she decided to go."
"She actually trusted you on your own?" Ed retorts, in which I responded with a glare. I let out a big yawn before plopping down onto my bed.
And the last thought that ran through my head before falling asleep was, "Dear God, please don't let me fall off the bed..."
Yeah, this was a bit short... Sorry! Hopefully I'll get out another chapter later today.
Here are more translations:
"Vier! That's 4!" Vier is German.
"Pyat! That's 5!" Pyat is Russian.
"Sita! Tha'ts 6!" Sita is Swahili.
Oh, and the Game Plan for this story is for it to go all the way through the series, and if it's still got good reviews then, it'll go through the movie. But that's the PLAN. I don't always follow through with them. I need reviews for the motivation to follow through with that plan.
Another thing.. A reader brought it to my attention that this story implies Ed/OC, Al/OC. I actually had no intentions of that! It was written just Ed/OC... I didn't think about pairing Hannah with Al at all. So, it's up to you peoples. Should I make it Ed/OC, Al/OC? If so, I'm not doing it the same as most writers do it. Where the main OC's friend(Hannah in this case) starts dating Al in the 7th chapter, and they're making out on a couch. Sorry, that's not Al. If I do pair Hannah and Al, it'll be just as subtle as Riley and Ed.
Be Responsible! Don't Flame and Drive! Rawr.
On a side note, I actually fell out of my bed this morning.. Literally! And since I had a TV tray(with junk scattered on it) right beside the bed, I fell into that, causing it to topple over, the legs folding in on me, and all the junk to go flying across my room! I woke up as I was falling, and had this searing pain in my back... I tried to keep sleeping, even after hearing all the junk fall and my dog barking, but then I realized, "OH SHIZNIT! I fell off the bed! Verdammit..."