A/N: This is my short chapter, yeah. The ficstarts getting interesting about now.
Chapter 5
Old Friends
Point of View: Ed
"Wanna bet?" Mustang challenged, and Electra accepted when she hit him with her stiletto. I never through t could happen, but he flipped her and spun her around until she yelled at him to stop and put her down. He did more then that, he dumped her onto her bed. I couldn't help but laugh a little. They must have known each other a really long time.
Her door shut and silence came. I followed Mustang down the hall, and when he paused, I spoke up, "how do you know Electra?"
"We've been friends for a long time Ed," he replied, but I wanted more than that.
"How did you meet her?" I was probably getting really annoying, but I couldn't help it.
"Go away Ed!"
I didn't move; I knew better. I just stared at him with that look I get when I really want a piece of information out of someone. No surprise, even though this wasn't important in the least bit.
"You don't need to know stuff like that, but I've know her about all of our lives. If that makes you feel any better, now get out of my sight."
So I left, I didn't want to get scorched. I went back into my room and Al was there waiting for me.
"What did you find out brother?" he asked.
"Nothing really, just that Mustang and Electra are really good friends."
"Brother, do you think…"
I cut him off there, "no, I don't"
"Oh, I guess then, we have nothing to worry about…"
"Al, she threw up blood, that's not normal, you know that!"
"All to well, but I think she'll be fine!"
"I need some shut eye, night Al," I didn't feel like talking anymore. Electra was clouding my thoughts, like when a song gets stuck in your head. I kept reviewing the facts about her, over and over again, like I would come to some conclusion. Nothing came to me, nothing. She just seemed to be your average alchemist, with a small gothic twist, that was all. Except for the blood…
but what was wrong?