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Yayz! I updatesded. Wow, new word! Hehe...
This chapter may not have the most original content(as in amount, not quality) as the others, but I liked what was in the episode, and I didn't want to stray too far. But I think it's got enough original content to keep you interested. Hopefully.
Strange... I could have sworn I had something important to say.
Um... Ugh, whatever. I've got a new story up on FictionPress. That wasn't what I was wanting to say, but whatever.
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FreeCream: Thanks! And I agree. My grandma always does that, starts going on and on about something during CSI, always the critical moments too! And my mom does that sometimes... Not even ten minutes in, she'll say, "It was " And the whole episode is ruined, because she's always right DX Really? I didn't know... That IS cool XD Wonder why that was added into the olympics... DUCKIE!! (runs after duck)
BlueRyuu: Ahhh, sorry about that! But no, she's not busted yet. But soon, little one, very soon... Ahem...
TykiMickLover: LOL, really? Well you know what they say, "Duct Tape fixes everything!" If you haven't heard the saying... Well... It's mostly said in the South. I would have done it to my cousin, but I'd probably get in trouble, for being "rude". Psh...
Aqemy Von Stein: I'm so sorry you missed chapter seven! But thanks for reading Seven, I know some people would probably just skip it! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! That was what I was aiming for with Riley!! To make her funny, yet not stupid. I've read so many fanfics where the OC is funny, but is also just plain stupid.. I hate that.
Hitorijinsei3: Most definitely, I use Innie-Minnie-Miny-Moe all the time XD And the whole thing with Archer is revealed in this chapter, so... Yeah, I wasn't wanting to make it a big ordeal that lasts several chapters. And with the military thing... She started off writing journal articles for the military, but a little while later(and with the persuasion of Mustang), she took the State Exams. She still writes the news to make her cover more realistic(like, say Hannah went snooping, she'd actually find a news article by Riley and would "know" Riley was telling the "truth".)
3Luna21: Hah, I'm glad they make you laugh!! I know... The arrow's beautiful, isn't it?! It's probably going to go in the Louvre someday... I'm so proud XD
xWeaselxWolfx: Thanks about the arrow XD And really? That's pretty cool! But to be honest, I'm more into the old Pokemon than the newer stuff. The last Pokemon game I played was one on Nintendo 64(so that should tell you something right there!) and the last Pokemon episode I watched was actually the second movie...
The Elemental Alchemist Reyna: I'm sorry, but I don't watch it... I'll look it up on youtube and check it out, then I'll read your story, ok? Because I'd hate to miss out on a new OC story! And thanks, I'm glad you liked the chapter!
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The Sulfur Alchemist
Chapter Nine:
The Mystifying Hands and Armstrong's Super Ears!
Silence.
I stood in between Marcoh and Scar, on my left knee as my right leg stretched outward.
I was hand in hand with Scar.
Red light surged from his arm to his hand, which traveled around my own hand. But that was where it stopped. The light just continuously moved around my hand before disappearing into it. And all I felt was a bit of heat as result. Glancing up from my hand to Scar, I noticed through the sunglasses that his eyes were just as big as mine and his pupils were just as small. I couldn't help but let my jaw drop a bit.
Scar quickly jumped back away from me, and as I fell onto my butt, my hand fell limply into my lap. I was too shocked to move. "What... The... Hell?" I mutter, and judging by the looks on everyone's faces, they were wondering the exact same thing.
"Who are you?" Scar asks, looking straight at me. Finally I was able to get movement back to my limbs, and I looked down at my hand.
It wasn't even burnt...!
"Who are you?" Scar asked more firmly, glaring down at me as if I was poison.
Still numb, I looked up at him. As I opened my mouth to answer, Ed shouted, "Don't answer to him!" My head jerked a bit, surprised at the voice. In all honesty, I forget he and Al were even there. Before I could look at him, I felt myself being thrown over someone's shoulder. Judging by the fact I felt very uncomfortable, I knew it was Al. And also because I was up higher than three feet...
Anyways, as I moved up and down a bit by Al running, I looked over my shoulder to see Ed dragging Marcoh. "Leave me Ed!" Marcoh shouted at Ed as he tried to let himself go, but to no avail.
"You're both suicidal idiots!" Ed shouts, not looking back, as he sped up.
My eye twitched a bit as I glared at him. "Hey, I was just trying to save somebody's ass from getting a side of baked brains!"
"FullMetal Alchemist! You won't escape either!" We heard Scar shout.
I look back ahead of me, and pale. "Oh shit," I mutter before looking back over my shoulder. "SPEED IT UP!!" I shout angrily. After a quick second, Al passed Ed and we were now in front of Ed and Marcoh.
"I'm going as fast as I can!" Ed retorts.
Shaking my head, I shout back, "WELL THAT'S NOT FAST ENOUGH!! GET THOSE PUNY LEGS WORKING!"
That did it.
In no time, Ed was almost as quick as a cheetah. "If we survive this, I'm killing you!" He shouted, glaring straight at me.
Paling instantly, I shout dramatically to Al, "Run for your life, Alphonse!" Al then proceeded to haul-ass down the road. Some seconds later, Al turned down an alley, and put me gently down. "So now what?" I ask, resting on the ground.
"Now we wait for Brother," Al says, sitting down beside me. A handful of awkward minutes went by, when Al asked, "Riley... What happened back there?"
I shook my head, thinking about it also. "I don't really know," I said simply before hearing footsteps. "They're coming!" I whisper to Al, who nods and draws a circle on the wall quickly.
Al peeked out from the wall and waved at Ed and Marcoh, "Brother, this way!" Ed turned and dragged Marcoh into the alley we were in. Al placed a hand on the wall and rock extends, blocking the alley entrance off.
Not even five seconds later, red light shines through the wall and we quickly cover ourselves as the wall explodes, leaving a gaping circle and Scar standing in the middle of it. "What a great plan that was!" I mumble as I lean backwards out of instinct. Al scooped up Marcoh and the three of us darted off again when we saw Scar step toward us. As we ran, I noticed red light shoot by us. The others seemed to notice it too. It hit the ground, and rock blocked the area off, trapping us in a tight situation.
"Who in the hell are you?! What are you coming after us for?!" Ed shouts, glaring at Scar. Obviously Ed doesn't read my article.
Scar was quick to reply, "You're the creators of this society. There must also be destroyers."
"You can't understand! Please, leave me and run!" Marcoh pleads, looking at Ed and me. Ed clapped and transmuted a pole into a sharp... pole. Al nodded at him, and got into a fighting stance.
"Stay by Marcoh, Riley," Ed stated lowly, to which I sighed but did so anyway. Even though I could have taken him.
I could've! ...If I wanted to...
Looking at Ed, Scar stated, "You have a kind look in your eye. My older brother's were exactly the same. Eyes that were strong, and peered into the endless distance as if seeing something you could not. It was three years ago, yes? I was glad you resigned from being a State so I could take you off my list, but now..."
"Yeah, now. Too bad isn't it?" Ed interrupted with a smirk before running toward Scar. Quite dumbly, might I add.
Scar dodged to Ed's right and reached his hands out to Ed, "Too slow."
"Ed!" I shout, just as Al did the same. Al ran forward and blocked the attack, which sent Ed to the floor on his stomach. I was going to run forward, but Marcoh grabbed my arm.
Looking back at him, I saw him shake his head. "Don't interfere unless absolutely necessary," He says. I sigh and look back at the brothers. Al's arm was dented because of Scar.
"Don't mistake your fortune. That alchemy was designed for human flesh, that's why you escaped with only a dent. This time. Stay out of this!" Scar exclaimed. "My only enemies are State Alchemists and those who stand in between."
Ed shouted, "But why?! What do you have against State Alchemists?!"
"Alchemists take things from their natural form and change them into something grotesque. They claim they have a better design than God. I've become as a right hand and agent to God to carry out his judgments-"
"And what God is that?!" I shout, before covering my mouth in surprise at my own actions, squeaking a bit as I did so. Scar turned to look at me, as if he just realized I was there.
Scar rested his hand by his side, "What was that?"
Sighing, I let go of my mouth and glance to Marcoh, who looked just as surprised. I look up and glare at Scar, "This God you speak of... He can't be the Lord, because if he was, he wouldn't want you to get revenge! In God's word, it's wrong to seek revenge on the sin, is it not?! Stop using His word for your own selfishness!"
"You know nothing! Alchemy is a sin-" Scar began to shout, but I beat him to it.
"So then why do you use it?!" It was silent for a moment, so I shout as I glare at the ground, "It doesn't matter what other people do! If they want to do wrong, to commit sin... That gives you no reason to sink as low, does it?! What you're doing now, that's a sin! You're the one full of sin, not us!"
Shit...
My eyes widened at the "us" part. I may have just revealed my State title. As I rambled "shit" over and over in my head, I glanced up to see Scar glaring at me with more hate then he did Ed, Marcoh, Al, or even Grand. I couldn't help but gulp and mentally spew curses at my big mouth.
"You... What makes you think you know so much?" He hisses. I shook my head, refusing to answer. He darted toward me, every intention of killing me in mind.
"Riley!" Ed shouts, running forward. Just as I dodge Scar's arm, Ed got in the way. Scar ended up grabbing Ed's arm, and red light sent Ed flying backwards.
I bit my tongue from shouting his name, as he stood slowly. Scar inspected his hand before glancing at Ed. I looked closer to Ed and saw metal shining through the rips of his sleeves.
Auto-mail? Holy crap! So that's where the FullMetal Alchemist comes from! I always wondered why he got such a "strong" name... Especially with his, erm... Height issue.
Apparently I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts, because when I finally quit and looked up, Ed was running toward Scar with his auto-mail arm transmuted into a blade. I hear an explosion behind me and Marcoh quickly grabbed me, pulling us both away.
From the dust and rocks, there stood, of all people, Armstrong. "What's he doing here?" Ed mutters, staring in surprise.
"You've come for Doctor Marcoh?" Al asks, getting ready to fight Armstrong if need be. But he walked right by us all, stopping at Ed's side to place a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry I'm late. The Lieutenant Colonel ordered me to tail you as protection," Armstrong said before looking to Scar. "I heard you on my way in here." As I went off in my own thoughts about how Armstrong could possibly hear Scar from the other side of the wall(I mean, come on! That wall's like, what, four feet thick? How in the world?!), he continued about who he was.
Once Scar recovered, he smirked, "What a righteous day this turned out to be. That you would come here and save me the tribulations of finding you. Blessed God full of grace."
"Don't pray just yet," Armstrong says before lifting a heavy piece of rock, "You're facing the technique that's been passed down the Armstrong line for generations. That's hardly a blessing!" He threw the rock in the air, and punched it, sending it, at lightening speed(literally!), to Scar, who easily dodges. "Second round!" Armstrong shouts before slamming a fist into the ground. Spikes ran around Scar, blocking him off.
Without a second thought, the four of us hightailed it out of there, to let Armstrong take care of it. As we panted in the grass, I couldn't help but smile. We were free! Ed stood and handed the stone to Marcoh. "You dropped this," Ed says calmly.
Marcoh reached out to take it as he asked, "I thought this was what you were after. Didn't you think about taking it yourself and leaving?"
"Of course," Ed answered, "And a younger me would have walked away with it without a second thought. But I can't forget the faces of all those people we saw today. Besides, you use that for your treatments, right? That stone belongs to them. And so do you." I couldn't help but grin.
My little Ed's all grown up!
"You ready?" he asked Marcoh, who nodded in response. "Then let's head out. We've got to find some place where the military and that killer won't find us."
Marcoh blinked. "You think we can escape?"
Smirking, Ed said, "You've got longs, don't ya? Let's put him to work!"
"Um, hate to break up everybody's parade here, but we should probably leave soon. Who knows what Scar's capable of doing to Armstrong," I stated, looking at them urgently.
Ed looked back at me, and said with a serious look on his face, "Before we do anything, I want to know what's your deal with Archer."
I stopped, rubbing the back of my neck, as I glanced away. "Uh..." Noticing everyone's eyes on me, I sigh and let my shoulders droop. "Alright. A while back I was snoopin-No, looking, around for something to put in the Military news. While I walked in the halls, I happened to pass Archer... I didn't like him, not one bit. So, I did some snooping in the files. I found Archer's file and noticed that his pay was way too high for his ranks. I had looked in other files of officers' of his rank before finding his, so I knew something was off.
"I wasn't sure if he was stealing funds from the Military, or if he was in cahoots with the Furher about something. Either way, I took it up with the Furher. He said he'd take care of it, and he wouldn't tell Archer about our meeting. By the time I finished the article on it, about a week had passed. Before I could publish the article, Archer stopped me. Said he'd have my job if I published it. I still don't know how he knew, besides the theory the Furher told him."
Ed and Al looked interested in the story as I finished it off. "So now he hates you?" Al asks, causing me to nod.
Shaking his head, Ed muttered, "Talk about drama." As a look of realization hit him, he said, "We should go now. Riley, you can leave if you want. It's too dangerous."
My brow twitched. No way in hell was I hearing him correctly. After I almost get killed by TWO people, he wants to send me off on my own.. "I don't think so small-fry!" I ignored his ranting as I continued, "I've got two people after my ass because of you! I'm not going anywhere until they're either dead or behind by bars."
"Fine," Ed muttered, panting, "But don't say... I didn't warn you!"
I REMEMBER NOW! Half way through writing this chapter, I remembered what was so important.
Number One: I made some mistakes in the previous chapters... Tiny, but I noticed them. In chapter...uh...One of them, Riley said in the chapter she was trying to act like she didn't know any military personnel. But in the next chapter, she tells Ed and Al about the newspaper. So, here's how I fixed it:
Riley does have the newspaper, but she doesn't communicate with military officers.
Brilliant, no? ...
Number Two: I have a new writing forum. The Writing Table. Go to my pro for information.
Number Three: I'm going to AWA, I'm going to AWA, and you are noOoOt! ... If you are... PM ME!! I MUST know! Because the only person I'll know that's going to be there is my mom... And that's not exactly the kind of company you want at an Anime Convention. YES peoples, that is what AWA is. And YES peoples, I'm a dork. But, you read fanfiction! So hah, you aren't any cooler than I am! XP
Ok, here's the chapter translations:
"Sju! That's 7!" Sju is Norwegian
"Delapan! That's 8!" Delapan is Indonesia.
"Neuf! That's 9!" Neuf is French.
If I spelled any wrong, please tell me!
Be Responsible! Don't Flame and Drive! Rawr.