Chapter 1

Escape

The sound of the explosions tingled the Crimson Alchemist as he sat in the prison cell he has been locked in for fourteen years. He missed that sensation he always enjoyed. It was boring to sit there, yet amusing to listen to the bombs going off in Lab.5. The alchemist sighed as he listened, thinking of the Ishbal Massacre. And laughed as the guards, who guard his cell, questioned on what the explosions where coming from. Ah, the feeling was glorious, the the eardrums quiver and and the spine dances with joy!

"What a Wonderful sound, that brings back memories of the Ishbal elimination," he grinned, looking to the ceiling, eyes closed.

"Shut it Kimbley! You can't do anything to get out of that containment cell," one guard said in an ordering tone.

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After Kimbley was sent to a room where red water was in clear glass, was when things got even more irritating. The other prisoners were whining about being trapped in another room with many other prisoners. Could they just shut the hell up! He had to shut one of them for good to teach these crybabies and whiners to stop complaining. The one just wouldn't shut up! "Would you people shut up all ready," he said, frustrated.

"Ah, you can drop the monk act and admit you're scared. Even a headcase like you, who killed his own men, has to realize he's helpless in here, Crimson Alchemist."

Kimbley stood up smiling, "You've been gossiping, yes I did kill them, but do you know how?" The question came out like a teacher's history question. The man, irritated with the question answered, "Yeah, you blew them all to hundreds of little bits with explosives." This guy thought he knew what he was talking about.

"Explosives, I never relied on anything like that," Lifting up his hands he, showed the man the transmutation circles he had tattooed on his palms, "Did you know, though the human body is made mostly of water, it's also comprised of small metallic partials." He smiled as he pushed the man closer to the crimson water behind. "Intriguing isn't it. By reshaping them with basic organic compounds, a skillful alchemist can easily transmute a person into a human bomb. And taking in the abundance of red water we're surrounded by, the reaction will be even greater." It was so wonderful to release some alchemy on something. And it was human too!

He finally reached the red water, it was a good boost. The explosion was a pretty good size. It had destroyed the wooden cuff around his wrists. Now he could roam around the building freely.

Boom! The wall exploded, pebbles of wall flew everywhere.

"Is that... the Crimson Alchemist?!," a military officer called out.

A women jumped down from the vent above, they halted, seeing her, but that was their big mistake. The girl sliced them faster than he has seen anybody ever could, her arm expanded like a rubber band. What was this woman? Who...To the side of Kimbley a man with in a fur collared vest stood with a bunch of chimera behind him. The man was smiling, "Why don't you come with us, you can work for me and get out of this horrific place." He continued to smile one hand extended to the Crimson Alchemist.

Hey, couldn't hurt, finally he can get out of this hellhole! " Sure," The walls and ceiling started to rumble, pieces of the building started to come a part. They raced down the halls, escaping from the military and into the dark allies. They chose a pub in the Dublith area to hide out in. It was kinda disgusting, in smell. The place looked like it had got hit by a tornado. The couch looked fine, though who knew what had been done on that thing.

The man leaped over the couch laid down on it. "Ah! This feels much better than that small cell."His body extended from one armrest of the couch to over a little pass the other armrest. He relaxed!himself on the cushions. "Go ahead, sit down and introduce yourselves!" The chimera sat down on the boxes and tables around him. While Zolf sat on a bar stool with a bored expression.

"Why don't you tell us about You first?" asked the dog-chimera with the sword.

After a while, after, everyone else spoke, the man named Greed, looked back at the former state alchemist, "And you are?" Kimbley just looked at Greed and back to his drink he had gotten, through all that chatting. All he could think of was to make some fireworks again. Then again he was also thinking of his childhood lover, Idonia. Kimbley had his mind wrapped around her death, it was all his fault he always thought. He murdered her with his own hands, literally.

"Oh, that is the former Crimson Alchemist, Zolf J. Kimbley. And keep in mind, he's a real jerk, to tell you that much," said the female snake-chimera, named Marta. Her eyes were narrowing towards the sad alchemist. Every body disgusted the bomber due to blowing up many of his own comrades, thinking he would do the same to them. But Greed had a different idea of the the human that so interested him. This was a strange feeling for this homunculus. Ever since the old hag, Dante, betrayed him, when he was a human, he has had never felt that same feeling that he grieves over. The warmth of a forever friend.

They both turned there to each other, they both felt strange. Were they having the same feelings?