Scar's POV

Her deal doesn't seem fair. I thought as I hid from the rain in a tunnel with a bunch of other homeless people. To stop doing what I'm doing just to get some information. Thinking this through seems like the smartest thing to do right now. Meanwhile, I'll take out some more alchemists.

Ed's POV

What's her problem? She thinks she's all that because she's taller than me. I thought as I headed back to the place Al and I were staying at, glad the rain had stopped.

Along the way I saw at least ten cats. Funny how the furry creatures stood out more after Al found out he wanted to keep all of them. As a white and brown one passed in front of me I noticed someone in the alley. I looked closer and noticed it was Scar. I grinned, this was my chance to finally "talk" to him.

Scar's POV

The world is really screwing me over today, I thought as Ed Elric ran towards me. I wasn't planning on attacking him, of all the alchemists, in Central he was one of the best ones, not that the fact that he was strong scared me I was just looking for a relaxing day and kill some wimpy alchemists. There was nothing I could do about it now, he was the one to attack first.

Side stepping Ed's first swing, I charged up my attack and took my own first swing only for it to be dodged by the inordinately small Ed.

After that the movements became a blur to my mind and in the end I remember hitting him in the side in a very similar way as I had done to Ms. Mawole, but I didn't get through this without an injury myself I had a deep gash in my right arm, but despite this fact I decided to drag Full Metal out in the open, why I decided to do this I don't know, but afterwords I left quickly to hide. I knew that the other state alchemists would come by soon and I didn't want to be near by. At this rate I knew I wouldn't make it through fighting the three or four of them that would come to this boy's rescue, he's too popular to kill with out the reciprocation being harsh.

I quickly escaped to an alley a few blocks away and than I became dizzy and had to sit down. The cut in my arm was deeper than I thought. The world is definitely out to get me today. I hope this garbage can is big enough for them to not notice me if they look here.

Klara's POV

There was an urgent knock on my door and I got up annoyed. Why can't people leave me in peace so I can drink my tea? I asked myself going to the door.

When I opened the door I saw a slightly out of breath Mustang. "What's the matter with you?" I asked confused and possibly worried.

"Scar attacked Ed. I was making sure you were okay," He replied turning to walk away, with a now straight, if not serious face, probably bent on revenge and killing Scar who had injured Ed.

For some reason I was concerned for Scar, "Where are you going?" I asked quickly.

"Back to the hospital to make sure Ed will be fine and that Al isn't freaking out, for now." he tossed over his shoulder and then turned the corner not far down the hall from my apartment.

I swore under my breath and rushed to find my boots, as much as I could rush with my side hurting every other second. I found then, underneath my couch, how they managed to squeeze underneath it was beyond me. Any way, I put them on and ran down the stairs and out of the apartment. I hiss at the pain in my side and glaring at it. I really need to find some where other than central to heal up.

I walked quickly, trying to not hurt myself anymore than I already have, towards the hospital. Only to find a bunch of military personal wandering around looking all serious with clipboards and tape marking off the area. I entered the area and grabbed a surprised major by his collar and asked, "Was this the place you guys found Ed?"

"Y-yes," he stuttered in response probably scared I'd hit him.

I let go of him, "Thank you!" I replied sheepishly. Then turning away from the creeped out major I looked around quickly, If I was Scar, where would I scurry off to? I wondered as a wandered around in the area. There was a big splotch of blood on the ground with what looked like drag marks, like Scar dragged him out of the alley. Odd. Very odd.

Then I noticed a trail of blood going away from the main spot, in a trickling manner in the opposite direction that Ed was dragged. I looked around me quickly to see if any one was paying attention to me and then I quickly followed the trail. The further I went the harder it was for me to follow, it going over bags of garbage and small walls.

Eventually I noticed it seemed to grow in size as if he stopped for a moment and then carried on. I rounded a corner in the maze of alleys that I was going through and saw one of Scar's legs. With what some people would say, lack of intelligence, I jogged over to him and I could feel the little bit of a scab that was left on my side pull apart to the point that I probably should have left this mini adventure and gone to the hospital to see if the idiotic doctors would finally put stitches in it. He, was as I suspected, out cold. I kicked his foot lightly and he didn't move, so I knelt down next to him to see what Ed did to him. When I saw his right arm I let out a low whistle and his eye lids fluttered open. I quickly stood up and backed away, he may have passed out but that seemed to be even more of a reason to back away to me. When he noticed it was me he seemed to relax some.

I smirked and said, "I don't know whither to feel sorry for you or to be pissed off."

I knelt down next him, ignoring any sort of protest he might have been trying to make and produced a large leaf to cover gash in his arm and then I dug into one of the many pockets in my pants and took out a needle and thread. I then proceeded to sow the leaf over the gigantic cut in his arm while closing it the best I could as well.

Scar's POV

How the hell did Klara find me before any of the other alchemist bastards? I asked myself, Or am I just hallucinating from the lack of blood?

She smirked, "I don't know whither to feel sorry for you or to be pissed off."

Oh, so she is real. My eyes flickered closed and then then next thing I knew there was pressure on my arm and I somehow managed to open my eyes again. She was sowing up my arm! Apparently she decided to feel sorry for me. Or she just didn't want to go to the hospital to get Ed's side of the story. Either way I don't think I mind much. I felt my eyes closing again and I knew this time was not just about to wake up soon from it.

Klara's POV

By the time I finished sowing up his arm he had passed out again and he hadn't uttered a word. For some reason I really wanted to kick him in the side to see if he woke up again, but I knew he wouldn't. I sighed. For the time being I was going to have to retrace my steps and head to the hospital, for my side was being annoying, I needed to talk to Ed, and Scar was definitely too heavy for me to carry on my own, his one arm was almost to heavy for me to pick up when he passed out again. Dead weight sucks, so instead of moving him I scattered the garbage bags he stumbled over to throw off the tracking team, that was about to leave when I got back to the scene.

One of the team members noticed me come from that direction, "Hey you!"

I stopped in my tracks even though I really just wanted to run to the hospital. I looked at him and he glared at me, probably thinking that I was one of the few Ishbalians in Central liking what Scar was doing. Yes, I was one of the few Ishbalians living in Central but I didn't like want Scar was doing one bit, for the obvious reason, that was currently bleeding on my side.

"Name yourself and your purpose for being here." He ordered.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at him. I saluted to him and replied, " Major Klara Mawole, state alchemist, and I was seeing if I could find Scar, but the bastard climbed over one too many walls and my side ripped open again, and if you don't mind I'll be on my way to the hospital to see how my good friend Edward is doing and get my side redone up."

Surprise covered his face and he replied, "Okay, sorry, carry on, soldier."

I nodded and walked on my merry way, and I rolled my eyes at him as soon as he couldn't see. People these days stopping injured women on their way to the hospital just because they walk out of an alley that a mass murderer is suspected to have escaped down just because they are of the same race.

Yeah, I'm really proud of myself for finally getting this done and I thank those few people how have read, and favorited it, otherwise I wouldn't have taken the time and effort to switch this story and my few other ones to my new computer. Oh, and i didn't have anybody edit this if it isn't evident ( i think that's the right word... heheh) Any way I hope you injoyed it. I suck at writing fights. Please tell me things that I could improve on! Til next time *bows and then quickly scurries off*