Have any of you gone to the bookstore, and then couldn't find the book you were looking for, so you sat in the anime/manga section for an half an hour reading Fullmetal Alchemist? And then you leave without buying anything? No, none of you? Hmmm…must be just me then.

Well, anyway, I did that earlier today, and was inspired to write the next chapter.

So, I guess you should be glad I couldn't find my book.

Disclaimer: Insert disclaimer here. I don't feel like writing one. (Ed: You're so lazy. Me: I know.)

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Chapter 4- continued

Ed's POV, a while earlier

How can you tell who's a friend or an enemy, if you've just met them? The two guys who woke me up seemed decent, but they wanted me to come with them. Where were they taking me? Before I could decide what I would do, the one with blond hair and an unlit cigarette snapped a pair of metal handcuffs on me. Click.

Why did I let him do that?

Because you trust him.

Why do I trust him?

Because he's familiar.

Why is he familiar?

I don't know.

Somehow, I knew I could've gotten away, snapped off the handcuffs, or ran. But then I'd be even more lost, even colder, and still wearing a t-shirt in January. As these thoughts ran through my head, the two guys continued to talk like I wasn't even there. I really didn't pay attention, though, because I was trying remember where I had seen them. Eventually, they stopped (maybe they noticed I was staring at them oddly?) and they told me to get in the car. I did, willingly. After all, no one likes the cold, and my right shoulder really hurt. Maybe it was frostbite? But then why did the rest of my arm feel fine? Ow….*yawn*.I succumb to sleep, in the back seat of the car, still wondering why I agreed.

We pulled up in front of a building, with a sign that said NYC PD in giant capital letters. Apparently these people are very dedicated in making sure everyone knows they are NYC PD. And what the hell did NYC PD mean in the first place? (this sounds very OOC…more like me than Ed.) I stepped out of the car. The ride here had been uneventful, though I could swear I heard something along the lines of short…or the word taller. I felt an irrational urge to start swearing at whoever called me short…but why? After all, I was kind of…I couldn't even say it. Why? Did it matter? In the midst of trying to find out who I was, the door opened and cold air rushed in. Shivering, I got out, and was released from my handcuffs by one of the guys, I think his name was Hughes. Rubbing my wrists, I walked into the building, trying to preserve whatever dignity I had left. Which really wasn't much.

It was a pretty normal looking place, slightly deflated looking chairs, a desk, and a table with some remarkably outdated magazines sitting on top. I sat down in a chair, the cushions blowing out a little cloud of dust. Leaning my head back against the back of the cahir, I close my eyes and listen. Hughes and…Havoc? Are arguing about whether they should show me to some guy named…Roy? Why do all these names sound like I've heard them before? Footsteps echo from an unseen corridor, but only I hear them. Tap..tap…they stop, suddenly, and I instinctively whip my head around to stare at the new individual. Crash. The cup he's holding falls to the ground, and the arguing stops. Strange…I remember him vaguely, not very well. There's something I'm supposed to say to him…what was it? Oh yeah, I remember now.

"Bastard."

Poor Alter!Roy…He gets called a bastard. I think Ed actually has too many questions, but he is a scientist…and he's curious about what happened.

AAAAAGH I hate writing Ed's POV, and if it's a memoryless Ed, it's just that much harder. So, excuse me my ranting, because this was REALLY hard to write.

And, sorry this is so frickin short…but I lost inspiration halfway through, don't worry, next chapter will be longer next week!

R&R please?