Chapter 11
I Could Have Saved Her…
Point of View: Ed
Electra had just kicked me out of her room. I heard her crying, so I didn't want to get her in a worse mood. What I said must have upset her, or maybe it was something else. I almost knocked on her door, but something stopped me. This was something I couldn't do anything about.
I went back to see Mustang, just because I needed more information on Electra. I didn't bother knocking on the door. It didn't matter, Mustang was expecting me anyway. He was looking out the window absently.
"Sir?" I said, and he looked back at me.
"Ed, I could have saved her," he said, "She wasn't always the way she is."
I just looked at him and didn't even move. I wasn't sure what he was talking about. Why would he be talking about Electra? It seemed like nothing had ever happened to make her different, like she had been the way she was all her life.
"She shouldn't have to suffer," he continued.
"I don't know what you're talking about…"
"The Crimson Alchemist, he's been stalking her for so long, I almost forgot how she used to be."
"I have to go find Al, uhhhhh, see ya!" I got out of there as fast as I could. The Colonel wasn't normal. It was probably from the shock of his sprained ankle, but nonetheless, it was creeping me out. I ran downstairs to find Al. I told him everything.
"Wow," said Al, "That's creepy."
"Yeah, I knew there was something wrong with Electra, now we have a lead," I replied, "but what could've happened?"
"Don't ask me?"
"I wasn't."
Our conversation ended there. There wasn't really anything to say. There was a gothic alchemist that was being stalked, and a Colonel that seem a little freaky at the time being. What next?
A messed up way of showing affection, that's what!