Me: YEAH! I liked my last chapter. So romantic.
Winry: YES SO ROMANTIC!
The boys: Wow… girls are so weird.
Scar: Give me a gun.
Me: Why?
Scar: So I can shoot myself.
Me: (Sigh) you have no sense of fun, besides, it's just a story, not truth, and you don't have to do anything, you can completely ignore me.
Scar: Fine, I'll do just that.
Me: (Thinking) wow, I never noticed how cool he looks with that scar. (Goes into daydream state).
Scar's fangurl: Awww I feel so loved. Thanks for the review and support. By the way, love your fic. Coming along great. BUT STOP LEAVING ME IN SUSPENSE! (Sniff) Why must so many put suspense?
Tsume-Hiei luver: Aw, a faithful reader, now I really feel loved. Yeah, Scar's like, one of my favorite characters too. And you've got to feel sorry for him, losing everything and all.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Chapter 2: Fight And Flight
The fire shot forward, burning his pant leg a little as he raced away from the alchemists. They had all their state alchemists there, with about a thousand other men, all bent on killing him for killing other dogs of the military. He did take notice though, that Ed and Al weren't there.
"AFTER HIM! DON'T LET HIM ESCAPE!"
Alchemy made things were flying everywhere as Scar raced away from them, trying to get away. A locket around his neck caught the light as he turned down a street and raced on.
Ever since the day Lila and Kim were killed, he hated everything to do with the military. And when his brother died, he hated everything about alchemy. The locket he kept around his neck had two pictures in it. One was of him, his brother, and Kim; the other was Lila and he. He never took it off, nor did he ever remove the ring on his finger. It was suppose to be his wedding ring, but as his bride-to-be was killed, it served as a reminder to what almost was.
Dark clouds covered the setting sun, and began dropping rain drops down onto the city. At least he'd be safe from the fire.
Scar slammed his right hand to the ground, letting loose his alchemy power.
The guns started firing at him as he turned and ran again.
The rain fell harder and harder. In a few moments he was soaked to the bone. But even with the rain, the military chased him; firing everything they had at him.
Scar smirked as he took a quick and sudden turn to go down another street. He was less lucky. His feet slipped on the wet ground, and in the split second he was off balance, something shot up from the ground, slamming him in the chest and stomach.
He felt the wind being knocked out of him as whatever had hit him disappeared. Something else shot up and if he hadn't moved, it would have hit his heart, instead, it cut into his shoulder and vanished.
"WE'VE GOT HIM!"
Scar turned quickly as guns fired again. One hit the chain of his locket, breaking it, and sending the trinket flying out into the road.
'Shot, I can't lose that,' Scar thought as he quickly turned and dived for the locket. His hands closed around it as a gun went off. His eyes grew wide as the bullet went through his leg, and hitting a wall, covered in his blood.
"WE'VE GOT HIM NOW!"
Scar swore silently as he raced away, slowed down by his bleeding leg. He was not going to die by the hands of these murderers! He was not going to be killed by those that took everything he loved and held dear. He was going to kill those who killed them, and then he would die in peace! He wouldn't die till he avenged his people's deaths, and the death of his family.
The sound of something flying through the air broke him from his thoughts. That sound… He turned his head to see a bomb flying at him. He wouldn't get away in time!
The bomb hit a street post and bounced away two seconds before it exploded, but Scar caught the force of it, and was thrown into a wall. His body landed on the wet ground, the locket falling out of his hand, lying just an inch away from his fingers.
It had fallen open, revealing the two pictures protected from the water. He looked at it as he heard the military people racing at him. He couldn't move his body at all, and blood continued to flow from the wounds.
'Lila, brother, Kim.'
The first picture was his siblings and him. All of them were smiling happily, waving at Lila, who had taken the picture. It had been taken on Kim's third birthday. The second one had been taken the day before the alchemist came. Scar had his arms wrapped around Lila from behind, one over her shoulder, and the other under her arm. His brother had taken the picture right after Scar had kissed her, so he caught both of them smiling very happily.
"HE'S DOWN!"
"Do we kill him sir?"
"No."
Scar reached out, trying to get the locket. Less then half an inch left… "AH!" A foot pressed down hard on his hand, stopping his attempt to grab the locket. A hand reached down for the locket. "No… no that's… mine…" His vision blurred and he fainted from blood lose.
"Well would you look here," Hughes said, bending down and picking up the locket that was less then an inch from Mustang's foot. Havoc, Hawkeye, and Mustang looked down at the two pictures. "Seems our culprit had a love life at one time."
"That doesn't look like him, the boy in the picture looks too happy to be Scar," Mustang muttered.
"It's him, see the hair and eyes," pointed out Havoc, not realizing Mustang was being sarcastic.
Hawkeye rolled her eyes and looked down at the man on the ground. "Well, what do we do?"
Mustang looked down at the man they had been chasing for so long. Many wanted him dead, but then again, Ed wouldn't like it, it was stupid, but hey, the kid had a good heart. So… "Put him in a cell. I know there is one section for Ishbalians, not sure if there is a cell left, but put him in there."
They nodded, and two officers walked forward, putting chains on the man and pulling him up.
Hughes looked down at the locket, and then walked over to the unconscious man being pulled into a car by the soldiers. He put the locket in the man's pocket, and nodded to the soldiers.
Scar's eyes opened slowly. Dark. He blinked, and his vision cleared. What happened the night before came back to him, and his hand went automatically to where his locket usually was. It was gone. He frantically searched around him, and then checked his pockets. There it was.
Scar sighed in relief and opened it to make sure his pictures were there. They were. Now that he was sure the locket was safe, time to guess where he was and how to get out.
He looked around, and saw at once he was in a cell. There was one door, which had a small window. Great, and this would be alchemy proof no doubt. He slid down the wall to rest on the floor. How could he get out now?
He ran a hand through his hair, taking notice of the bandages wrapped around his chest, stomach, shoulder, and leg. Well, he would have a hard time getting out anyways, why not make walking hard?
His eyes fell on the ring around his finger. He clinched his fist, watching his knuckles turn white under the tan of his skin. Why did this happen? Why did they have to come and ruin his life? He had everything he needed, everything he wanted. The city was at peace, everyone was doing great, they didn't have anything to worry about; everyone was there for everyone else.
Then those stupid alchemists came and ruined it all. Alchemy ruined his life. In less then a month, he lost everything he cared about, everything that made life worth living. His brother, his sister, his city, but most of all the love of his life. If those military dogs hadn't come, he wouldn't be here, injured, alone, angry, with this mark on his arm, he would be in a nice warm house, with his brother, his sister, and Lisa, who would be his wife.
Now all of it was gone, and there was no chance to get it back, not even alchemy could change that.
His anger suddenly burst, and the next second, he found himself standing up, his fist against the wall, where a large and deep dent now was. A small camera in a dark corner of the ceiling watched him as he kicked the wall then punched it again.
"DAMN THEM! DAMN THEM ALL!"
After a moment, his little outburst ended, and Scar slumped to the ground, his body hurting badly.
As the hours slowly ticked by, the silence pressed in against his ears. He needed to get out soon. He couldn't stay here any longer. His eyes fell on the huge dent he had made. He stood up slowly, and walked over, looking at the dent. His fist connected with the metal, dead center, and it shattered.
Alarms went off at once.