Disclamer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist. I only own the plot, a computer, and a really dark mind.
"Rise and shine sunshine!" Ed jolted awake as a cold bucket of water was dumped on top of him. No, not a bucket of water. A bunch of water just materialized from thin air and fell on him. This was really not his day.
"Good morning Edward." It was only then that Ed noticed the woman standing next to him.
"Not you again. Listen…" Ed was cut off by a clap and another mysterious downpour from nowhere.
"I don't like your tone Mister." It was then that Ed noticed the black gloves with blue transmutation circles on the back that Elara was wearing.
"You're an alchemist?"
"Of course I'm an alchemist. Didn't Lucas tell you about us? No? Oh how rude of him…"
"Wait, Lucas? That's the bastard that…" Ed was cut off yet again by another clap and barrage of water.
"Though it seems like you don't have much of a respect for manners yourself."
"You're one to talk about…" This time instead of falling on top of him, a bubble of water formed around Ed's body, eliminating any source of air. He started to panic. What if she didn't let go? What if she just let him drown in that bubble of water? Ed started to pull on the restraints, desperately trying to get free.
"Stop! Let him go! I'm begging you!" Al's voice cut through the onslaught of thoughts that were coursing through Ed's mind. What kind of big brother was he? Maybe Al would be better off if he died. After all, what has he ever given him except for eternal damnation in a metal body?
After what felt like eternities, the bubble of water dropped to the floor with a splash. Ed frantically gasped for air, coughing up some water in the process.
"I really don't like being interrupted." Ed watched the other alchemist slowly walk past Al and to the other side of the bed. "Now, where was I? Oh yes, I was telling you about why I'm doing this." Elara paused, waiting for Ed to interrupt her again. When he didn't, she continued. "I don't want to brag, but I'd say that I'm a very skilled alchemist, and I love Amestris very much. I grew up right here in East City, you know. Well all throughout my childhood I dreamed of becoming a State Alchemist. So, I studied hard during my teenage years and perfected my specialty, and when I turn twenty I went to Central for the State Alchemist exam. They said they had no use for a water alchemist. I wasn't even allowed to show them what I could do."
Something changed in Elara, and her sorrow turned into anger. "Then you come along, barely twelve years old, and they make you a State Alchemist almost instantly. All just because they felt sorry for you and your brother. Well I don't have any pity for you and your silly metal limbs." Elara's eyes became manic, and Ed was starting to fear this woman. "Human Transmutation is a dangerous thing, isn't it Edward?"
"How-how do you know about that?"
"The signs are pretty obvious, aren't they? Metal arm, metal leg," Elara paused to glace at Al and smile. "Metal brother."
Ed supposed a soul attached to a suit of armor pretty much screamed, 'We attempted Human Transmutation', and his metal limbs didn't help his case all that much. But he was still curious as to how they figured out about the blood seal in the first place. Most people just assume that there is a person in that armor, but these alchemists aren't most people.
"Now let's show the government what a real alchemist looks like."
Then the water came, and it didn't stop for a very long time.
Colonel Mustang checked his watch for what seemed like the millionth time. Where was that idiot that the Fuhrer insisted come with him? It was 8:30 and they were going to miss their train. This was the Colonel's only chance to save Fullmetal, and he was going to blow it because that idiot was late.
"Um, Colonel Mustang sir." Mustang turned to see a scrawny Sergeant no older than twenty saluting him. "Sergeant Felix Wormington at your service, sir."
The Colonel just stared, dumbfounded, at the Sergeant. This was who the Fuhrer sent to help him find Fullmetal? Felix didn't look like he weighed an ounce over 100 pounds and had gelled back brown hair like a school boy. He also had giant circular wire-rimmed glasses that covered half of his face. Mustang was underwhelmed to say the least. He had expected a skilled soldier, or even another State Alchemist, not a glorified secretary.
"The Fuhrer sent you?" Mustang didn't intend on the question coming out that rudely, but there was really no other way for that question to come out.
"Yes sir. I know I'm not what you really expected, but I'm really good at tracking so I hope I'll be of some help."
Mustang was about to say something, but a loud whistle cut him off. "Come on, we are not missing that train."
The Colonel practically dragged Felix onto the train. There was no way in hell that that train was leaving without the both of them on it, and it didn't. Just as Mustang and Felix found a seat, the train started on it's long journey to East City.
"You better be a damn good tracker, because if anything happens to Fullmetal I will personally make your life a living nightmare."
"Yes sir." Felix tried to keep the fear out of his voice as he saluted the older man, but failed. Maybe he shouldn't try to scare the person who was here to help him, but Mustang was too angry to care. The Fuhrer obviously sent the most useless person with Mustang to prove something. What he was trying to prove, the Colonel didn't know. He only knew that now wasn't the time to prove points.
Mustang closed his eyes, trying to get some well needed sleep before they got to East City. However, a loud snore depleted any chances of sleep. The Colonel opened his eyes and glanced at Felix, who was out cold. Another monstrous snore told Mustang that this was going to be a very long train ride.
A/N: Okay so I literally just wrote this chapter tonight so it's not in its best quality. Once I'm finished with this story, I'll go back and edit everything and make it 10x better. I haven't updated in a while so I just wanted to update. I hope that you really enjoy this chapter and will keep reading my story. Until next time...
-ThePsychedelicBean
