I have no excuse for being so late :/
I'm not going to be able to type up chapter 7 because I'm super busy this summer (My school got out on the 9th WHOOT!) I'll try, and who knows, maybe I will :D
Enjoy this chapter, it's alittle longer.
"Will you help me Edward?" I stood still, the thought of helping someone who was murdered still struck me dumb. This guy was murdered three years ago, so the case was most likely cold, and it wouldn't help if Investigations didn't find any sustainable evidence. Besides, I didn't even know Mustang back then, so how would I know where to start? I nodded dumbly to the man's question. I could feel relief wash over the man.
"My murderer also killed my wife and son. They have already 'crossed over' I guess. But I have to find our murder for closure; you get what I mean Edward?" I nodded again. What else was I supposed to do? It's not like I could deny this guy. Who knows what he would do if I did. I didn't know much about possession, so I couldn't really say for sure. After all, I was stuck with him; why not help him find his murderer?
"I'll help, but on one condition. You have to let me have full control over my body."
"Deal." he said as he gave up control over my body.
"There isn't much we can do tonight, since all the libraries are closed, and it would be suspicious for me to go lurking around Central Command at this time if night. We can ask Mustang about it tomorrow too."
"Good plan."
"I just need your name."
"Why?" the man asked in a worried tone.
I stifled a sigh. "Since you were murdered, Central Command must have your case on file. I need that file to figure out who your murderer is."
"Oh, yeah. I'm Jaeden, my wife is Elena, and my son is Lei. Wolfe is our last name."
I made a mental note of their names and turned the corner to towards the hotel.
Colonel Mustang sat on the edge of Ed's bed, rubbing his jaw. I can't believe my brother actually punched the Colonel. Al thought to himself, He does get mad at Mustang, but never mad enough to punch him.
"Colonel?" Al asked timidly.
"Come on Alphonse. We're going to find that idiot brother of yours." the Colonel declared, standing up and walking towards the door. Al stood up from his kneeling position and followed his brother's superior officer out the door.
"I'm sorry about my brother's actions." Al said quickly, trying to match the Colonel's brisk pace without making too much noise and disturbing the other guests. "I don't know what came over him-"
Mustang grunted in acknowledgement, his pace never faltering.
Al decided to stop talking and focus more on matching the Colonel's brisk walk towards the stairwell.
Colonel Mustang opened the door to the stairwell and started descending the stairs to the first floor and heading to the front desk.
"Hey Alphonse. Why don't you go look for your brother while I talk to the manager about something. I'll meet up with you when I'm done."
"Oh, okay. I'll see you in a little bit." Alphonse said as he bowed out of respect and headed towards the front doors, eager to find the missing Elric.
The colonel turned to face the front desk and saw a boy about Ed's age behind the counter, reading a book. "Excuse me."
The boy looked up from his book. "Oh, hello. How can I help you?"
"Colonel Roy Mustang of Central Command. I would like to speak to the manager."
"Sure." The boy said, standing up. He walked around the desk to a door across from the desk, in which I hadn't noticed before. "Just wait here for a moment."
I nodded and looked around the small, but cozy, lobby. It was surprising, because the outside was so old looking and run down, but the inside was nice and up-to-date.
"Hello? Are you the Colonel Mustang that wanted to speak to me?" the strong voice of a woman said. Roy turned around to face the manager, who was about Roy's age, with reddish-orange hair and soft green eyes.
"Yes. I'm here to inquire about room 613."
The manager stiffened at the mention of Ed's room. "What do you want to know about it?"
"What happened?"
The manager sighed. "There was a murder there three years ago. A family named Wolfe..."
"Daddy, look!" Lei Wolfe exclaimed, holding up his coloring book.
"Very nice Lei. You have a talent for coloring." Jaeden Wolfe said, kneeling down and taking the book from his bouncing son.
"I want you to have it daddy!" The little boy said, climbing into his lap. He took the book from his father's hands and carefully tore out the page. A woman with light brown hair and soft hazel eyes came and stood beside her husband, watching the chocolate haired boy cry out in triumph, holding out the free page. Elena smiled and looked down into her husband's icy eyes. They were often intimidating, but after you got to know Jaeden, you would see that he was gentle and loving. Lei turned to his parents and gave them a big smile, holding out the page to his mother. Elena took the page and admired her son's work.
"How wonderful Lei-" Elena was cut off by gunshots and the sound of footsteps in the hallway outside their room. The family froze and stared at the door.
"Quick! Hide in the bathroom." Jaeden hissed, pushing his wife and son towards the bathroom, "Keep the door open slightly, and leave the light off so they think I'm alone. Stay against the back wall, and don't come out until I come and get you."
Lei whimpered and clung to the hem of his mother's skirt.
"Come now Lei," Elena said, guiding her son the rest of the way to the bathroom.
There was the sound of splintering wood as the door was kicked down, followed by a man shouting at Jaeden. Elena instinctively drew Lei closer. Here were more shouts, then five gunshots and a heavy thump. Footsteps paced the room, searching for anyone else, but none of them came close to the bathroom door. After a while, the footsteps receded, and the bathroom was deathly silent, save for mother and son's breathing. Elena looked down at the trembling boy in her arms. She kissed the top of his head and silently got to her feet. Lei was about to call out to his mother, but remembered what his father said, and stayed silent. Elena looked back at her son who was on his hands and knees, looking up at her with terrified eyes from his hiding spot. She gave him a sad smile and laid her hands on the door, opening it slowly and sticking her head out. She crept out further and further until she was completely outside of the bathroom. Her eyes scanned the room, finally resting on her husband's body. She gasped and covered her mouth, backing away slowly. Time seemed to stand still as a single gunman stood up from behind the bed and shot, piercing the widow in the chest, killing her instantly. The gunman lowered his gun and examined the couple on the floor before him. They both had wedding rings on, and there was a coloring book discarded on the floor. The woman came from the bathroom, so there must be a child. The man stood up from his crouching position with a blank expression and headed towards the bathroom.
Lei heard a gunshot, and quickly backed under the sink and covered his head with his arms. After the gunshot, he heard heavy footsteps coming towards him. The 4-year old started to tremble in fear. His mother hadn't come back yet. Where was she? The only thing he wanted was to have his mother and father hold him and read him a story, but as much as he denied it, deep down he knew they were both dead. The door to the bathroom slowly opened, and in stepped a man with a long rifle. Lei backed up farther against the wall and tightened his hold on his head. The lights were flicked on and Lei stiffened. Heavy boots stepped into the bathroom, and paused in the middle of the room. The gunman did a whole 360-degree turn, examining the whole room. He spotted the little boy under the sink and grabbed his ankle. Lei cried out as he was dragged out from under the sink. The gunman let go of him and leveled the rifle with the little boy's forehead. Lei whimpered and backed away from the weapon. The gunman's acute hearing told him that the military were here. Lei heard shouts from the hallway seconds later. The gunman pulled the trigger before the boy could react, and ran back to the main room and out the window.
Al walked down the streets of Central looking for his brother. It was close to midnight and there was still no sign of his brother. Alphonse quickened his pace, hoping to find his brother before anything bad happened. Muggers and murderers are always lurking around at night. Al followed the sidewalk to a quieter part of Central where little flower shops lined the streets. He passed two dark shops before coming to a corner where the older Elric ran straight into the seven foot armor.
"Brother!" Al said worriedly as Ed backed away and rubbed his nose. "Are you okay?"
Ed moaned and nodded. "Yeah, my nose is going to be sore for a while though. Let's go back to the hotel. It's starting to get cool out." Ed started to walk past his brother in a hurried pace.
"Wait brother. What happened at the hotel? You punched Colonel Mustang and then fled."
I stopped and turned to face my brother. How am I going to explain this?
"Just say it was all a blur and that you don't remember it." Jaeden offered.
"I don't know Al. I don't really remember." I felt horrible lying to my brother, but I couldn't tell Al about Jaeden when I don't even understand what was going on.
"Oh." Was all Al said, and it made me feel worse. I walked back over to Al and looked up at him.
"Come on Al; let's go back to the hotel." He looked down at me and nodded, and we walked back together in silence.
Just fixin' line breaks :3 ... (9-1-11)