Hawkeye: You know, that last chapter was pretty weak.

Well, I did do pretty bad with detail, sorry, but I couldn't think. I had had writers block, and just got the idea.

Ed: Well, at least it wasn't mushy.

This one will be. HAHAHAHA!

Boys: (Backing away).

Reviewers: Thank you everyone!

Disclaimer: Don't own.

Chapter 8: Kidnapped

Lila gasped in pain as she tripped. A soldier grabbed her and forced her up, pushing her back into line. She and about twenty other women and child had been captured by the military. Two of the children were Rick and Leo, who were clinging to her, looking scared.

Even though she looked unafraid, Lila was terrified. She didn't like the military, or alchemists. She feared them so much, and being surrounded by them was like a nightmare come true.

She kept seeing Scar falling to the ground as he tried to save them. He had been shot in the left arm and had a bomb thrown at him. He was alive, she was sure of it, but she was more worried about how injured he was. He would try to save all of them, she knew that. But if he were hurt badly, he'd be killed.

Rick shivered, gripping Lila's hand tightly. It was rainy and cold, and a strong wind was blowing in, spraying water in their faces. They were all soaked, and cold, wishes for nothing more then to be around a fire with their kin.

How Lila wished this were a nightmare, and not reality.

"Lila I'm scared," Rick whined as they passed through metal doors and into a jail.

Lila ruffled his hair, smiling warmly at him. "We'll be ok, Scar will save us."

A soldier walked over to the three of them and pushed them into a cell, shutting the door quickly.

'Wonderful,' Lila thought, looking around the cell. It was cold and dark, with a camera in a top corner, watching their every move. There was a bunk bed with thin sheets, and a pillow on each. Three sets of clothes lay on the bottom bunk.

"Gray isn't my color," Lila mused aloud, holding up the largest piece of clothing. It was a dress with shorts. The other two were just s shirt and pants.

Well it was either change into these clothes or get sick in wet ones.

"Put it on," Lila said, handing a set to each boy. "Or you'll get sick."

They looked down at the clothes, their faces mirroring Lila's disgust.

"Come on," Lila said, already changed into her new clothes. At least they were dry, and gave them a little warmth.

As the boys changed, Lila looked out of the window in the door. All the other doors were shut, though some faces were in the window, looking around just as Lila was.

The question on everyone's mind was: What was going to happen to them? Would the military try to torture secrets out of them? Were they going to do experiments on them? Would they be killed, or were they just bait? Why were they here anyways? Why did they capture them and not kill them?

Lila sighed, sitting on the bottom bunk. There were too many questions and not a single answer to comfort her, not that any would be comforting. She just wanted to wake up and find she had fallen asleep after they lit the lanterns. Wake up and find she was safe with Scar, and her people, laughing and talking, and eating, and enjoying the festival.

The door suddenly opened, pulling Lila from her thoughts. Three soldiers stood there, two with guns.

"Come with us," one said, putting handcuffs on her wrists. "The King wants to see you."

Lila looked back at the two boys, watching her with wide eyes. "Don't worry, I'll be back soon, be good." She smiled at them before the door slammed shut, and she was forced along the hallway.

With Scar

One dazed eye opened as something wet hit his face. Slowly, the other eye opened, and Scar looked up to see a young healer putting a wet cloth on his forehead.

"Good you're up," she said, smiling kindly.

"What happened?"

"You blacked out after you hit the ground," the healer explained. "Came close to saving those poor women and children too."

"Wait where's Lila?" He sat up, using his right arm as his left hurt too much. "What happened to her?"

The healer looked at him sadly, shaking her head. "If she was on one of the trucks, she's already gone. She and the others are in central."

Scar cursed softly, putting a hand to his head. "I can't believe I fainted. She was right there, and I let go!"

"Don't beat yourself up child. You should be thankful you aren't dead, you can go and rescue your love once you are healed."

Scar stood up, grabbing his jacket lying next to him. There was no way he'd just lay down and wait to heal while Lila and the others were tortured or killed. He wouldn't leave them there. He lost Lila once, he wouldn't lose her again.

"Wait! Your arm! You're not healed yet," yelled the healer.

Scar turned around, glaring at her. "I can't stay here and wait. I've fought in worse condition and got out alive. I won't wait for just a minor injury!" He was lying. His arm hurt badly, but he could move it, and still stay conscious, that was all that mattered. As long as he got Lila to safety, he didn't care what happened then.

The healer called after him, but Scar ignored her. He would go now, and save his love and friends, no matter what.

Central, Alchemy Headquarter

Lila sat, chained to a chair in the middle of a large room with row upon row of raised benches. People sat in them, high ranking military officers, alchemists, ext.

"You were the one seen with Scar, were you not," King asked?

Lila remained silent. They wouldn't get a single word out of her, not one. She wouldn't tell them anything. One word might mean Scar's death, and she wouldn't be the cause of it.

"Well?"

Lila sat up strait, and fix the King with a stony look that said she wouldn't say a word.

"You can either speak freely, or we'll have to try something else. We won't hurt you or your friends, but you will have to talk to make sure you remain alright."

"Ishbala shall punish those who defy him and stray from the path. You have strayed from the path and defy his words. I shall not assist murderers of the innocent."

"Listen, we asked a simple question, were you the one with Scar? Yes or no," Mustang snapped.

King raised his hand to silence him. He looked down at Lila, strait into her eyes. After a moment of silence, he spoke. "You have a few options. 1: Speak willingly. 2: Go through a bad interrogation. 3: Remain silent and come back everyday till you talk."

Lila remained silent, her head held high. When she spoke, it was in a cold voice. "I will not tell you anything. And I never will."

"Take her away."

With that, Lila was brought back to her cell, unshackled, and left with the two boys.

"It's ok, Scar will rescue us soon," Lila assured the two, wrapping one of the blankets around them. "You can sleep and not worry, I won't let anyone hurt you two."

Slowly, they fell asleep, leaving Lila to try and fall asleep, thoughts of her love being the only comfort to her troubled mind.