Chapter 9 – Morticellanté

(Afterwards)

"Mustang?" I asked. He didn't answer, only beckoned for me to stand in front of him. "Are you Ok, Colonel?" He nodded, but didn't say anything. This wasn't like him. I tried to read his mind. Run! Is what it said. "What is wrong?" Run! I finally noticed the second scent in the room…Envy. He came out behind Mustang, his hand on Mustang's neck, and an evil frown on his face.

"Traitor…" he said, hitting Mustang on the back of the head, and slamming him to the ground. Mustang fell unconscious. "How dare you turn me over?!" he screamed. Another scent filled my nostrils, and turned around to see Edward standing behind me. "Elric!" Envy screamed. Ed transmutated his automail arm into a jagged point, and ran forward. I moved away, and kneeled next to Mustang. I sighed when I found he was Ok.

"Good," I whispered, smiling. Edward came back, and kneeled next to me.

"Is he ok?" he asked. I nodded.

"Blood force Trauma to the head, lightly, but it is still dangerous." I changed my headset to Hughes. "Hughes!" I yelled.

"What?"

"Get down here and get a hospital nurse too!" I screamed. I could hear Hughes running away from the mic towards the hospital wing. "Hurry!" I screamed back in. Alright! He screamed back in his mind. I smiled lightly, and tore a piece of my dress off. "Can you transmutated water?" I asked. He nodded, and used the stones in the floor to create some. I dipped the cloth into the water and placed it on the back of Roy's head. "Thanks," I whispered. A nurse ran over to Mustang's other side and looked him over. Her cruel eyes turned to me.

"You did this!" she snapped. I shook my head, not letting her words get to me. "Yes you did! There are two fang marks on his neck!" I looked down and finally noticed the two small piercings in his neck. "Vampire!" she snapped. I stood up, still too shocked to see clearly, and ran as fast as I could away from the spot.

"Crimson?" I heard Edward's voice trail off after me. I ran slowly for myself, surprisingly, and ran into Hughes.

"Is he Ok?" he asked. I couldn't answer. I continued to run now, at a much faster speed. "Crimson? Crimson!" I ran past the lunch room, past the training gym, past Mustang's office and the warehouses, and into the female dorm rooms. I jumped up into my window and landed with a crash on my floor. Did I do that? No! I couldn't have!

As my thoughts swirled around my head, I changed into something that would be good for battle and traveling. I would leave this place, and not look back on my sins of my past, or look to new ones in my future. I grabbed a white strapless shirt and a red jacket to cover it. I also grabbed a red skort, perfect for battles, and some brown shoes, flat-soled, easy to maneuver in if attacked. I also took the blue metal strapped necklace that was Iralla's when she was still alive.

The small wound on my right arm from Edward's battle was still slightly opened, and I wrapped it up in a silk white bandage that was filled with herbs. It would help heal the wound faster than my body will be able to manage. The silk threads turned red as they soaked up my blood.

"Only one more thing."

I took a sieve blade from my box of weapons and cut my blood red hair short. The once flowing down to my thighs red hair was now little more than a shoulder cut. The tips only grazed them. The sign of defeat and outcasted. I could no longer stay with the military, or in the beautiful city of Central, anymore. I whispered one thing over and over again as I packed my bags.

"If you want to get out alive," I began, singing with tears falling down my pale face. "Run for your life…"