Hello, my fellow readers/authors! I just realized that I haven't put a disclaimer on this story, so:
I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist/Brotherhood or the characters within. All rights go to their respective owners. This disclaimer applies to every chapter of this story.
Also, special thanks to jantolover16026 for telling me how to put in those lines :) Now for the next chapter of Night Eyes!
Chapter 4-
"A vampire…" sighed Mustang. "We thought so. How is that even possible?"
"And how come you have all those injuries, Brother?" Al chimed in.
"And what about the murders?" Mustang finally asked, gazing at Ed with serious eyes. Edward gave him a puzzled look.
"What murders?" Edward asked, confused. Silence fell over the room as Al and Mustang both stared at Ed, stunned. He didn't know?
Suddenly Ed was no longer sitting on the desk, but had moved to stand on the window ledge using a speed too fast for the human eye to see. His soulless golden eyes narrowed.
"Brother?" Al inquired, but before he could say anything more Ed turned and ran past them, out the door. The two gasped as he ran past- Al was sure he was about to die, and yet, he was frozen in place. Mustang also couldn't move, but he was expecting this to happen since Edward had done the exact same thing last night. So Mustang was not freaking out like Al was; he knew Ed wouldn't kill them. And just like that, Ed was gone, again.
"Wh-wha-what?" Al looked like he was about to pass out or something.
Mustang quickly sat him down on a chair and said, "Don't worry; he did that last night as well. And the feeling wears off eventually." Al just gulped, wondering if he was about to be sick. Meanwhile, Mustang was deep in thought. Edwa- Fullmetal didn't know about the murders?
I have to stop calling him Edward. I should call him by his title, Fullmetal… but every time I see him I just forget and call him Edward again. Oh, well, I suppose it doesn't matter.
But still, how could Fullmetal not know about the murders? Mustang supposed that he didn't go out in the daytime, so he wasn't going to see a newspaper or a television or anything like that. The more he thought about it, the more Mustang supposed it could happen.
"I suppose we'd better inform the others about this," the young Colonel sighed. "What time is it?"
Al, who had calmed down a little, checked the office clock behind Mustang's head. "Just after 1 am. Wait, didn't we see Brother at 1 am yesterday too?"
"Hmm… I guess so. Alright, let's round up the rest of my team and regroup." Mustang reached for the phone.
"Whataya mean, he didn't know? He has to know, he did it!" Breda insisted. Everyone looked at Breda; he was acting strangely again.
"If the Colonel and Al say that Ed didn't know about the murders, then he didn't know. Simple as that," Hawkeye told Breda firmly.
"Well, he was probably just acting, and all you idiots are falling for it!" Breda scowled.
Havoc nearly punched him. "Come on, man, back off!" Breda fell silent, glaring at everyone sulkily.
"Wait, so… this means that we haven't made any progress at all! We're back at square one- we still don't know anything about the murderer!" Fuery looked kind of upset, and no one blamed him. They'd been on this case for months, and had been given false hope of solving it. It was slightly depressing.
"I want to see Ed," Winry sighed, and everyone noticed her sad expression. That was until she continued with, "… so I can hit him with my wrench! I can't believe he made me worry like that for so long!"
Al sweatdropped. "I'm sure you'll see him soon. We'll probably see him tomorrow."
"You definitely jinxed it!" Havoc's voice floated through the thin walls of HQ. Mustang glanced up momentarily, before returning to signing papers again, bored as hell.
"Yes you did, Al! It's been a whole week!" That was Fuery's voice now. Mustang sighed- the arguments of his subordinates (and Al) had gotten him thinking about the very topic he was trying to avoid by doing paperwork. It had been one week since anyone had seen Fullmetal.
Where the hell did that kid run off to now? His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Come in," he called. The door swung open and a beautiful young lady entered the room.
"Here are the folders you requested, sir," she said, putting a lustful emphasis on the word sir. She placed the folders on Mustang's desk, leaning over far more than was strictly necessary. Mustang smiled at her charmingly… and found that he was tired, bored and irritated, and generally not in the mood.
"Thanks, Sylvia," he gave her an apologetic smile. She understood.
"Bad day, Colonel?" she asked.
Mustang scoffed. "More like a bad week."
Sylvia pouted playfully. "All right, then. Let's skip this week, shall we?" She laughed and kissed his cheek. Mustang was glad that she understood without being offended.
"Thanks again," he called as she walked out the door. She winked at him and left.
Mustang scanned through the files without interest, but was once again interrupted.
"Colonel Mustang!" the familiar voice called from behind him. Said Colonel jumped a mile and swung around, thinking, how the hell did he get in here?
It was Fullmetal, all right. Once again, he was injured beyond belief, except that he didn't seem at all affected by the pain.
"Fullmetal? You're injured again! And how are you here, it's the middle of the day!" Mustang gasped.
"I wasn't going to say anything, but since you asked, the sun doesn't hurt me. It's just too fucking hot and bright," Edward replied. He was annoyed, but not at Mustang. "Look, when that kid Al was talking the other day, he was talking about saving human lives and stuff like that. Is that important to you?"
Mustang was slightly confused, but quickly answered, "Of course. That's our job, to protect people's lives. Why?"
"Because a whole lot of people are about to die," Edward answered, sending a chill down Mustang's spine.
But then Mustang went into Colonel Mode. "How, when and where?"
"A bomb, in around an hour, at the Central Dain Square," Edward told him.
Central's Dain Square was the best shopping hotspot in the country- people would travel to Central from other countries to visit the exquisite shops. Only the best of the best produce was ever sold there. There would be hundreds, if not thousands, of people there.
Mustang jumped to his feet. "Are you sure?" he demanded.
"Of course I'm sure!" Fullmetal snapped.
"Lieutenant!" Mustang yelled. Hawkeye immediately burst through the door.
"Sir!" She noticed Edward and gasped. "Ed?"
"Focus, Lieutenant! A bomb has been placed in Dain Square. It must be located and dealt with immediately!" Mustang cut her off, already on the phone to call a bomb squad in.
"Yes sir," she nodded, already out the door and informing the rest of the team.
"Fullmetal, where exactly is the bomb in the Square?" Mustang asked swiftly.
"Some mechanic shop… Automail 1#, I think," he answered. Mustang's eyes widened.
"Shit!" he exclaimed, "That's-" He stopped to listen to someone on the other line, before giving the details out to the officer on the other end. Edward began to climb back out the window; after all, he wasn't needed, and that was his good deed for the day.
"Oh, no you don't," the Colonel said, grabbing Ed's arm before he could leave. "You're coming with us."
"What?" Edward shouted, as Mustang dragged him along into the outer office where everyone else was. Suddenly, the somewhat anti-social vampire was affronted by four complete strangers.
"Ed?" they all exclaimed.
He scowled at them, "Who the hell are you guys?"
"That's Fuery, the smoker is Havoc, this is Falman and that's Breda," Hawkeye announced speedily, handing out protection vests to everyone (including Ed).
"And who are you?" he wondered, pulling the vest over his head and clicking it around his waist. It fit him exactly, which surprised him until he remembered he used to work here.
"That's Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye," Al said. Everyone had forgotten he was standing in the corner, and Hawkeye threw him a vest.
"All right, let's move out!" Mustang ordered, hanging the phone up. "And remember, this is a special mission!"
"It is? How?" Fuery asked.
"It's special because the shop where the bombs' placed is called Automail 1#," the Colonel informed them. Everyone in the room gasped in unison except Ed, who didn't know the significance of what had just been announced.
"And…" Ed hinted for him to continue.
Havoc turned to him. "That's where Winry works."