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Chapter Three

"Ed, are going to be okay." Ed was leaning agents the wall, before the Colonel's office. The train ride was like hell to Ed. Every bump made him flinch in pain. It scared Al, watching his brother in pain, like this. It was too much.

"Yeah, I'll be fine." Edward positioned his self up to look half way descent for his commanding officer. He walked over to the big oak door, wincing in pain with ever step. Then knocking upon the smooth surface of the door.

"Come in." A very tired voice said. Edward walked through the door, entering the Colonel office.

The man, who'd answered, had his head lying upon his desk, sound asleep.

"Hey, you idiot wake up." Ed was now very agitated. How did he get stuck with an officer like him?

"Huh, what. Fullmetal, is that you." Roy was startled, jolting up like a scared bunny, whipping his head around.

"Well, duh. You are the one who sent me." Ed gave Roy a "you are annoying" looks, he always gave him.

"Ah, yes, that is correct Fullmetal, but I can't believe you came all the way here in your condition."

"You told me to come here right away." Ed was now really annoyed.

Roy put one hand behind his head and he other waving in forgiveness.

"I did. Oops, my bad."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN OOPS!" Ed was now furious.

"Calm down Fullmetal, I really did want you here as soon as possible, but you could have waited until you healed more." Roy had sat down at his desk, placing his lased finger upon his desk, and resting his chin on them.

"Hm." Ed sat upon the couch, crossing his arms as he did. They both sat there for awhile until Roy spoke out.

"Tell me everything that happened in Central, that's an order." Roy was now very stern. He wanted an answer and a good one too.

"No way, I don't care if you we're Ferur, I still wouldn't tell you."

"Oh, is that so. So, you want me to turn you into a crispy critter." Roy gave Edward one of his famous, "I have you", smiles.

"I hate you."

"Thanks, now talk." Roy was now enjoying this, very much.

"Um, let's see." Ed slouched in the couch, head looking at the ceiling. "First, Al and I researched about the Philosopher's stone. Second, you called me to come here. There. Now, are you happy?"

Roy stood up, sighing as he did; walked over to Edward and bent down to look in his bright yellow eyes.

Ed looked straight back. Roy's dark black eyes, scanning Ed's, like, reading a cover of a book. Ed looked away; he really didn't want Roy to know how much pain he was in.

"What about not telling Al were you went ever night." Roy said standing up straight, brushing a few strands of hair out of his face.

"Wait a minute, how do you know about that." Edward jolted up, all most knocking over the coffee table.

An evil grin spread across Roy's face. His eyes grew darker than usual.

Ed was scared, but didn't show it on his face. He trembled slightly, hoping Roy wouldn't notice.

The Flame Alchemist raised his hands, looking like he was surrendering.

Edward noticed a small hand gun in his right pocket. Edward motioned his body towards the door, jerked his feet and ran. Roy noticed and grabbed the child's left arm.

Ed struggled to brake away, but Roy didn't give him that chance. Roy pegged the boy to the floor; grabbed both of Ed's arms and placed them on his back. Roy was now kneeling down on Ed, keeping Ed's arms down.

Ed was now in major pain, his vision came blurry. He coughed, trying to scream for someone, only to spit up blood. The red liquid rolled down his chin and winced.

Roy loaded the gun and placed it on Ed's temple. He bent down to whisper into Ed's ear.

"Scream."

"Why."

"Scream."

"NO!"

Roy clicked the hammer of the gun, Ed started screaming, hoping anyone would barge right in. Loud foot steppes came charging to the door. Ed was relieved; he might get out of this alive.

The foot steppes stopped. The handle, on the door, turned slowly. Ed started screaming for, Alphonse. The door creaked open.

"Al help! Roy's gone ma...Bang!"

"Edward!" Al had opened the door.

On the ground, bleeding was his older brother Edward. Al ran over to his dead brother, just hoping it wasn't him, but it was.

Ed's face was as white as a ghost. His eyes wide open from shock. It was, just horror.

Al lifted a shaking; so he could touch his face, but was stopped by Major Armstrong.

"You can't touch, sir. This is a crime scene." Al nodded and stood up, shaking, and noticed the window, wide open. "Roy must have snuck out through it, but it was a three story jump." Sal thought.

Al was now mad. His brother's killer got away. He is going to help look for Roy and kill him for what he did to his brother. When the door opened and the Colonel walked through the door. Everyone's head stared at the man in shock.

"Why is every one here?"

'Yes, I'm finally done. Ow, my fingers are killing me. I really hope you like it. Please R&R.