Edward ran as fast as his feet would carry him. The wind was picking up, and Edward was surprised a storm wasn't pouring down on him. His red shirt and black pants were getting cut and torn in the wild foliage that he ran through. His dark boots made splashes as he cut through a stream and finally decided to head for home.
More minutes passed on as he ran pass Wirny's house. The lit beacon of a lamp that usually calmed his nerves only made him speed up. He had missed Al and his parents as well. He had tried his hardest to make things better for someone he didn't even know, for someone he couldn't even understand. It didn't make sense to himself but he had done it anyways. "It.. Does… not… Matter anymore…" He gritted out, panting as he slowly came to a stop. He wasn't home yet, that would take another ten minutes. His legs were tired from running and from not eating properly for the past few days. His stomach growled in protest, so Edward lightly clutched at it with his right hand.
Rain drops splattered on his skin, and he quickly raised his hand up to cover his eyes. Peering up into the darkness, the young man frowned when he saw the final light of the moon become shrouded in cloud.
Moments passed and he was thoroughly soaked. His golden eyes looked up into the sky for a few minutes more then he shook his head. Golden bangs and wet hair flying in the night.
"I'm not going to worry about it anymore. Really. Not another second more."

Scar slumped against the doorframe. His red eyes looked through dark colored sunglasses into the swept night. Wind once again whipped at his clothes and the small fire finally flickered off into death.
Sucking in a breath of air, he regarded the mess he was in.
Nisan is going south, past the lands of Aquoia. Shisho (Master) is going east, to the land called East City, and I am to go here." He whispered as he looked at his bandaged hands.
"Taken dead or alive, Hoenheim Elric. Ishbala shall not allow such autocracies to be committed. That is the mission which I shall carry out without fail. Lest the curses of Ishbala come upon me." He promised.

With one last look over to the campfire, and to the half eaten dinner left behind, Scar stood up. His eyes were set westward. He was not going to fail.

Krylancelo Note: Yes I know this is short but I think it gives a good basis for what will happen later. I like cliffies too!