Chapter 14 – Specacial Grisamd Tag
(Truly a Splendid Day)
After I shook off Ed and Al from coming with me on a walk, I left the apartment we were staying at alone. It was a warm sunny day, and I could feel the heat on my warmth less skin. As I walked down the streets, I heard the minds of the people scream out at me, as if they knew I could hear them. Go away, bitch! They cried. It was always hard. When I was at shops, to answer what they were verbally asking me, not mentally.
When I got back to the center of the city, I was greeted by barricade of one of his men. It was Murder's little boyfriend: Revenge. "Hello, boys," I said with a cheesy grin. They didn't answer. "Well, this is the same brain washed bunch of jerks I have always faced."
One leaped forward, and I merely jumped, landed on his shoulders, and jumped off, landing swiftly and easily on my feet. An evil laugh I knew all too well. "Revenge, I have missed you," I said out, even though I didn't see him, even with my sharpened senses.
"Crimson!" Edward and Alphonse jumped into the center to where I was, bringing a couple more of Revenge's men. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, fine." I jumped into the air, releasing a fireball towards Revenge's men.
"What's going on?" Al asked. Get them, unharmed! It was Revenge's voice, ordering his men forward. He held a telepathic connection with all of them.
"It is Revenge's men, hold on; he has ordered them to attack!" Before I knew it, Edward and Al were toppled over, and so was I. Al had about six or seven men on top of his suit of armor, Ed had only two or three, but, I was trampled. "Get off!" I yelled. Lightening bolts exited my body from the tiny hair pores in my arms and back. It was the one mistake I had made. It took a lot of my energy to do that move. But it worked. I got Revenge out in the open, and two dozen men on top of me, holding my arms back.
"Crimson!"
"Crimson?" Revenge mocked, I looked up at him. He was a tall Vampire, with a mock of dark black hair, and light gray eyes. His skin, was as white as snow, maybe a shade darker. Out of his back, fluttered to leathery white wings. "What a funny name, Blood." I growled at the mentioning of my Vampric name. It always pissed my off to see him, bragging of with his wings. The one thing of my Vampric life I lost were my wings.
"Shut-up, bat-boy," he growled, as I mentioned his nickname with me. He hated it. Truly hated it. He lifted his hand and a man punched my right where my lungs were. They let me go to fall to my knees on the ground.
"Crimson!" I gasped for breath, and I couldn't breathe. For a brain-washed freak, it was a hard punch. I coughed up blood, surprisingly. My chest hurt, and I noticed he had broken a rib. "Crimson!"
"I'm fine. These Brain-washed freaks Revenge calls men just broke a rib, nothing more." I heard Revenge chuckle, and another punch came at me, on the other side. This time, it broke two rids. I coughed up more blood. "Nothing compared to what you dished out to me, Edward."
"Bring her, and if she tries to escape, you know what to do."
"What of the humans?" I asked, ignoring the small droplet of blood coming down from the corner of my lip. Revenge smiled his evil and dark smile I knew too well for my taste. It was something bad. Very bad. "Revenge?"
"Murder wants to battle the Fullmetal. The other will be dissembled into scrap pieces, and then sent off to that Mustang fellow at Central. I gasped as they pushed me forward, making the broken rib rub into my lung. There was no way Edward was getting out of this one.
No way out when it comes to fighting with Murder.
He was as good as dead.