Wow. Ok, I can't tell you how bad I feel about not updated. I have had this story finished for months, but just simply never got around to posting it. If you haven't noticed, I won't be updating on any kind of schedual- inspiration (not to mention time) comes when it comes. Sorry! Though I do have an exciting new (and very complicated) story in mind. Not FMA though. Lets see if I ever get around to posting it... or at least writing it.
Disclaimer. Haha. Funny. No.
Hayate slowed to a walk as they entered an alleyway deep n the warehouse district of the city. The men noticed this, and Fuery shrunk behind the other two as they readied their respective weapons. The flick of the safety seemed to echo in silent alleyway, but Havoc knew they weren't alone. Maybe it came from surviving Ishbal, or maybe it was natural, but he seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to detecting enemies. He wasn't as good a marksman as Hawkeye, but he seemed as quick because he was always aware of threats before others. Havoc was certain that there lurked something down that tunnel that was not going to be friendly. He and Hayate were in complete agreement.
"If Hawkeye and Mustang are down there" Hughes whispered," They're probably in need of support." Havoc nodded in agreement, but Fuery shrunk even further back to the wall.
"Well…uh...I" stuttered Fuery
"Will be staying here." Hughes finished, with the tone of command, then smiled comfortingly. "You'll be are backup. Anything goes wrong and send Hayate for the others." Fuery gulped, then nodded. Havoc raised his gun, looking back at Hughes, and together they crept down the tunnel.
Havoc reached a curve in the tunnel and slowly peered around the corner. What he saw made him gasp and pull back, and Hughes, after studying his horrified expression, glanced around the corner himself,. He gasped in equal shock. The walls were liberally dowsed with red, and there were smears of blood and gore following meandering paths to the dead bodies of the most grotesque… things Hughes had ever encountered. They weren't natural combinations of animals. Chimeras he realized. Even as weakened as their numbers were, the chimeras posed a enormous threat to the two men. He was about to suggest to Havoc that they find another route when he felt a tap on is shoulder. Havoc's news chilled him.
"Targets to the rear. Fire?"
Hughes shook his head. He wanted to see if they could get past first. He was about to propose this to Havoc when he noticed several pair of glowing eyes slinking towards their position from his end of the tunnel. "On second thought" he corrected, catching a glimpse of a very familiar hair clip, "yes. You are free to fire. I think they went this way." He pointed his head towards the tunnel where Hawkeye's hair clip lay, from which sounds of conflict also resounded. "Sounds like they're keeping up a resistance."
"If we can make it." Havoc grunted, loading and firing his gun. Hughes snorted in agreement, readying his knives for whatever beast got past Havoc. After several minutes of backing up (on the part of Havoc and Hughes) and advancing (on the part of the chimeras) with several close calls (resolved by Hughes' blade skills), the two men reached an enormous stone door, at which point the chimeras became more restless and aggressive. They'd also massed more, fresher reinforcements to make up for the comrades cut down by the respective weaponry of the military men. Havoc suddenly fumbled with his gun, trying to reload quickly, and the chimeras took the chance. But their abrupt lunge forward was interrupted as the door blasted outward. The massive explosion was followed by the stifling billow of smoke and fire that was the signature of the Flame Alchemist. The fried chimeras, or at least the few that survived, howled in agony, tumbling into the sewer water in an useless attempt to extinguish themselves. Hughes and Havoc, sheltered on the other side of the doorway remains and out of the direct line of fire (A.N. haha, literally), sighed in relief as the number of opponents drastically decreased. But they certainly weren't gone, nor were they defeated. An ungraceful scramble proceeded as Hughes and Havoc struggled to enter the room the explosion had originated from, not realizing that the room the Flame Alchemist was battling in may not be any safer than the tunnel they were escaping from. The two men turned to observe their "refuge" and stood, stunned.
A.N. Ok, so normally I don't like it when authors insert notes directly into the text, but I only found that pun after I wrote this, and was proofreading for the posting, and had to laugh. Anyway, apologies again for the LONG wait, but I'll post the rest as soon and v-ball and school permit!