Chapter 8
Icy and Crimson
Point of View: Electra
Alright, I admit it, the Crimson Alchemist, believe it or not, was in love with me, Electra, the Moon Alchemist. It was very strange because he practically stalked me for a while. Yes, he was the one who brought me back from the dead, but as I said before, I wasn't really dead. He called me Icy, and I called him Crimson, I never figured out why.
There were explosions going off everywhere, and to make matters worse, I wasn't going against him one-on-one either. Mustang and Ed, who was still attached to the wall, were there as well. I guess, Fire and Ice could be a pretty dangerous combo when used together correctly.
I spun my sais around my fingers again, something I was born being able to do. I put one back in the sheath and threw a throwing knife at Crimson, hitting him in the shoulder. I felt a pang of glory at the hit, but I showed no change of expression. I have always hit my targets, even when I was really little.
"Well Icy, looks like this relationship is over!" Crimson said sarcastically.
"You and E together? That's a match made in hell!" Mustang yelled.
I flashed a glare and then refocused on my enemy. His weakness was difficult to get, I had to keep him from getting his hands together. It was a long shot, but I went for it. I jumped behind him and got him to the ground, but I got pulled down. I got back up immediately.
All Ed could do was watch, because I wasn't about to let him down, he got in my way. My ankle started hurting really bad again. Yes it was because of Crimson that I had a bad ankle. He blew up a balcony on purpose when I was on it. I fell twelve stories and had some of the skin ripped from my left leg, along with breaking some other bones in my body.
I sent icicles flying with a flick of my wrist, pinning Crimson to the wall. One hit from my icicles in between the eyes was deadly. I wasn't trying to kill him quickly, I was trying to give him a slow painful death.
"E, kill him!" Mustang yelled at me.
I didn't listen; I wanted to have a little fun with him first. Get in his head, mental torture. This was another thing I was good at. I raised my eyebrows, this look would bring back memories, some of the distorted memories that haunted my dreams, and would surely bring pain to others. It worked; he almost freaked out right there. I was a genius.
I would be untouchable…