A/N: Second chapter, finally written and posted. Sorry for the delay, but I had important matters to handle. Don't ask what, though. Top Secret (B.S). Better late than never. I like this chapter more than the first. Twas fun to write. Bit shorter than the last. Well… thanks to all who favored and added this story to their lerts. Much appreciated. Hope you liked this chapter too. And now to answer the reviews….
Puddycat: Thanks for the review! My sentence structure has always been weak. I used to hate writing until two years ago. I might rewrite the first chapter, if I have the time. I fixed the 1st person mistake. Thanks for pointing that out. RANT WARNING! I really hate 3rd person. I mean, very few people say in their head (or out loud): Stuart sat down on the wooden bench, and picked up her favorite book, Tithe. Kae raised her fist, ready to beat the crap out of Stephen #1. I know it's suppose to be that the narrator is looking at the story at a distance and is not directly involved in the story. (- how my 5th grade teacher explained it) But I still hate writing in 3rd person, because I like telling the story in one person's view. For this story, I couldn't decide if I wanted to write it in Alphonse or Edward's Pov (I hate switching from character to character… it just confuses me.) And I knew it would be better if I wrote it in 3rd. I enjoy ranting…. Obviously.
Shyj: Cool! I thought other people would have written a story like this. -^_^- I feel special xD Thankies for the review. I love secret societies. They always remind me of when I was young and pretending I was a spy. My Game boy was a GPS.
Disclaimer: I do not own FMA, nor any of the characters. Also I do not own Spock… but that doesn't have anything to do with this story, now does it?
"The Basics of Alchemy?" Ed snorted, "It's just a prank. Everyone knows there no such thing as Alchemy. It's illogical."
"Bit extravagant for a mere prank. I mean a whole book? Thinking it's just a hoax is illogical."
"People get bored, especially geeky boys who have no social life."
"The pot calling the kettle black... "Al muttered.
"What was that?"
"Nothing, nothing!" Al opened the book and looked at the inside cover, "Where's the check out card?"
"Al, use your brain for once! Like I said a minute ago, some smart-aleck kid mixed it in with the other books. And if the other librarians are anything like that bimbo over there, then that book has been undetected for years. I bet you fifty cents that there are only blank pages in there."
Al flipped through a couple of pages to find bold, black text.
"Looks like you owe me some money." He giggled. Ed responded with a glare. After Al was done gloating, he turned his attention back to the book. He read over the content of the page a several times with a confused look on his face.
"What! What is it! Stop hoarding it! I wanna see it, too." Ed said, impatiently. He tried grabbing the book away from Al, but failed to do so.
"Why do you care? I thought you didn't believe in Alchemy."
"I changed my mind. I'm willing to believe now, but to fully believe… I have to see the book."
"Thanks to your sudden change of heart, I will now allow you to observe this book." Al grinned victoriously, for the second time this day.
"Getting a bit bigheaded, aren't you?" Ed said bitterly. He looked down at the book to see a single sentence. Warning: Alchemy is a useful and powerful science, but, to those who don't use it properly, can be fatal. Ed couldn't control it anymore; he started bursting in hysterical laughter. Stacy the librarian stared at the boy thinking he lost it.
"I can't believe you're serious about this… this trash!" He spat out. Al started to turn pink. "The people who studied this were crazy, loony, nuts, 5150, insane, mental, a few french fries short of a Happy meal, loco en la cabeza, fell out of the stupid tree and hit every branch on the way down, so idiotic they got ninjas confused with pilgrims, thought that vampires sparkle and that underground there are a army of fairies that go by the name of LEP…."
"I get your point! I know most people wouldn't understand it, but I thought you would. Guess I was wrong." The younger brother snatched the book away from Ed and stormed off.
"Al, you know I was only kidding…" Edward said, still chuckling. But, it was too late. His brother had already left. The older sibling sat there with a blank look on his face, unsure what to do.
"That might have been a bit too harsh, but if I don't break his unrealistic dreams, then who will? He's probably waiting outside the library sniffling. Better go apologize before I get in trouble." He thought to himself. When Ed opened the double doors, he did not see his sniffling brother. He stood on the stone steps, shifting side-to-side tensely. He couldn't decide to either go looking for his brother, or to head home. It would be dark soon, and Al was afraid of the dark. But, if he didn't go home, then mother would worry about both of them.
"Al chose his stupid book over me, so why should I go looking for him? I'd rather be in a warm house, then out at night looking for that traitor." Ed starting his way back home, with a feeling of guilt in his stomach.
"Where's Al?" Trisha asked concerned.
"I dunno." Ed used his fake dumb tone.
"Don't say 'I dunno'. You're his older brother! You should always know where he is!"
"He just ran off! How could I have stopped him? What am I, his body guard?!? Need to watch and protect him 24/7?" Edward snapped. His mother stood there speechless.
"Get inside. Dinner's waiting on the table. Let's hope he gets home soon; looks like a storm is coming."
Ed sat at the table looking down at his uneaten and cold Shepherd's pie. His mother just left to recruit a search party to find her youngest. Alphonse has been gone for three hours. Three hours since the big fight at library. He and Al don't get into fights very often; normally just about small issues that can be easily resolved. It was Al's fault though! For being so hypersensitive and naïve. The book was probably a fake, and Al has too much pride to return home to admit his defeat.
Outside is was raining cats and dogs, excuse my cliché idiom. Poor Al, he's so fragile and jumpy. Ed's imagination started spitting out terrible scenarios that his younger brother could be in. Al in a little cardboard box, too scared to move, or even stand. Fighting off mad dogs with his tiny shoe. Being kidnapped by a group of homicidal yodelers. His body parts being used for target practice by the Russian Mafia.
'Al, where are you?'
