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After a long series of unmemorable twists and turns the car pulled to a stop and both of the soldiers got out. The blindfold was not removed as I had hoped it would be and I was led to who knows where. By this point I no longer paid any attention to direction and focused more on formulating an escape plan.

Still handcuffed and blindfolded I was thrown onto the concrete ground of some cell, the grinding of metal and click of a lock only furthered my suspicions.

This was it.

It had been hardly two minutes before I began twitching, bored out of my freaking my mind. It seemed my need for adventure and excitement was not ended by today's activities. It was simply torturous to sit still for so long.

I pulled myself to a sitting position and inched my way backwards towards a wall. "Ouch," I cried as my head hit the corner of something. That wasn't the right direction. I moved to the left and this time found my way to a hard brick wall which was surprisingly comfortable to lean on.

I lay there for a moment until a fit of laughter broke my trance. I jerked my head in the direction that the sound emanated from, "what's so freaking funny?"

The person stopped laughing immediately, neither answering my question nor responding in any manner. I lay there for a few moments wondering how long I was going to have to sit there. "How long am I going to have to be here?" No response. I waited a few more moments and began to wonder if there was even anyone down here with me. "Is anyone there?"

Someone coughed and I immediately jerked my head in the direction it originated so that I was facing him…or her…whoever it was. "Hey you!"

The man must have been sick of me because he groaned, "shut up, you're so noisy."

I grinned and repeated my question from earlier, "how long am I going to be stuck in this cell?"

"Dunno."

"Why do I have a blindfold on?"

"Sorry, only one question per day."

I ground my teeth in frustration, "At least tell me…"

The sound of a door opening halted my question. I could hear what sounded like three people walking towards me.

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"What's your name?"

I ignored the voice and shifted in the hard chair. My hands were still handcuffed behind me and that only added to my discomfort. By this point I was certain D wasn't coming, and if I was to escape they would have to remove the blindfold. So far no one had done so. Smart people.

"What's your name?" The man repeated, "And what is your purpose?"

I fidgeted in my chair in annoyance, "What's your name and why am I being kidnapped?"

"We're asking the questions!" Another man shouted pounding his fists on a table that separated both them from me.

I blinked, and moved my head slightly trying to get a little light into the blindfold but all I could see was darkness. Suddenly I banged my head on the table in front of me, startling both soldiers as I realized my own stupidity. I could've escaped in the cell so easily if I had thought of it before!

I grinned and both soldiers shifted back before muttering, "No choice but to do it now."

I created a fire on the cloth, immediately feeling the burning heat against my face, drying my eyes. Both soldiers began shouting and footsteps headed towards me, someone's gun clicked. I leaped backwards, stumbling over the chair. As soon as there was a decent sized hole I created water and grimaced knowing immediately that I had burned my face in several places.

The interrogation room was small and white. A table stood in the middle, with two chairs on one side and one knocked over chair on the other. There was a large window next to a door and several soldiers could be seen rushing past outside, opening the door and rushing in. There were six soldiers in the room currently and the number was growing.

One soldier held a gun out and I immediately created more metal around the end simultaneously blocking the door with a large boulder. The soldier pressed the trigger on his gun and it exploded, knocking all three soldiers to the ground, sliced with chunks of metal, and I was forced back against the wall.

The soldiers were all trying to get through the window and I had no idea what to do. D's power would have been so more useful right now. I didn't even have much energy left and my hands were still handcuffed.

I quickly made a sharp knife in my right hand and cut the hand cuffs. I smirked at the men in the hallway who all withdrew, pulling out their guns. It wouldn't be long before the state alchemists got here, they were stronger than the dimwitted soldiers, smarter too.

I ran at the window and making a second knife in my other hand, kicking the window hard and shattering the glass I scrambled through narrowly avoiding a few bullets. I sliced the soldiers nearest to me with as much force as I had, quickly taking off down the hall with absolutely no idea where I was going.

Here I was, most of a blindfold covering my face and blocking my peripheral vision, with burns on my cheeks and handcuffs on my wrists, broken along the chain so I was still wearing them, one cuff on each arm, but they weren't connected. The chains hung limply from the cuffs, slapping my side as I ran. After all my years spent keeping a low profile I was now probably their number one target.

I created oxygen and glucose, increasing my speed as I raced around corners, zipping past wide-eyes officers and soon the pounding footsteps were too far distant to be of worry. I began running on my own oxygen and energy when I realized I had hardly any left.

Finally I slowed, and looked around, I had been running for thirty minutes, somehow evading all the officers and I still hadn't found the exit. Either this place was extremely large or my sense of direction was failing me.

As I rounded the next corner I slammed into someone as I group of people happened to be standing at the corner where I turned. A few state alchemists held out hands threatingly, but my eyes were lost in the soldier below me. "Brother?" The word past me lips and Daniel's eyes only widened further on hearing it.

The people around us faltered, as if unsure of what to do. "But you died…" Daniel trailed off and then looked at the soldiers around him, "stand-down." On hearing the command all the soldiers lowered their hands and weapons, but maintained an offensive posture.

I jumped to my feet and Daniel stood. Daniel must have worked hard to have so much control over people, I could only wonder what level he was at…it was possible he'd also learned alchemy and become a state alchemist in the time since I'd left.

Daniel and I kept are gazes connected for a moment before he finally spoke, "What are you?" Suddenly his face grew red in anger and he abruptly shoved me against the wall, "How dare you steal my sister's form!"

"I'm not a fake, it's really me."

A familiar blonde and armor rounded the corner but stopped when they saw the scene, "You!" He pointed a finger at me.

I turned my head and looked at him, then back at my brother his eyes were shadowed and he punched me roughly in the stomach. I gagged and gasped trying to regain the breath lost on the bruising of my solar plexus. "My sister is dead! I saw her body with my own eyes!"

Edward along with the rest of the group's eyes widened and I laughed softly then looked deep into his green eyes. "My name's Creation, don't forget it."

I promptly need him in the gut and once released took off down the hall, creating a wall as I rushed past, attempting to slow them down. That was probably the most stupid thing I had ever done, now they knew my name and would think I was some zombie brought back to life by dark magic.