Oh. My. Word. I hate my computer with a frickin' passion. You know what I named my document on Doc Manager?

DERRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! IHATEMYCOMPUTER! c.h.a.p.t.e.r.8.

No joke -_-

Anyway, School's starting back uo for me (On the 6th :'( ), so you might get more timely updates/new stories. I'm actually starting two new One Piece fanfictions, and one of them is a chapter story (Because this one worked SOOO well...) This chapter's shorter then the other ones, and I hope to have this done in 2 more chapters. Keepin' it even.

P.S. I'm going to a waterpark with my best guy friend tomorrow ;3

Enjoy, and feel free to leave some constructive critisism, for it is greatly appreciated, and I know I need it

I arrived at the scene of the latest murder. The bodies had been removed, of course, but the blood stains were still there. I ignored them the best I could and looked around the room. It had a homey look to it with its tan walls and hand-painted art. It would be a really nice room if it wasn't for the blood stains.

Ed, you okay?

I'm fine. I thought.

I looked around again. There were foot prints from the doorway to the far bed, opposite from the bathroom. They were faint, and I barely saw them, but they were there. I was pretty sure this was where the killer had been standing to shoot the family. Walking over, I found gun powder on the ground. I knelt down to examine it when I saw something sticking out from under the bed. It looked like a slip of paper. My fingers brushed against it as I pulled back the bedding to peer under. With my free hand, I reached under and pulled out the slip of paper. It was folded in half, and was about the size of an average pointer finger. I dropped the bedding and sat on the bed, unfolding the paper.

2618 Tanglewood Lane

Central, 37920

Must be a rendezvous point. I thought. I quickly folded up the paper and stuffed it in my pocket, exiting the room... and passing the blood stains. I involuntarily shivered and I closed the door behind me, making sure to lock it. I made my way down to the main lobby and returned to key to the front desk before walking out into the cool Central night.

Tanglewood Lane was a part of a really nice neighborhood. All of the houses were average sized. None of the properties I passed stood out. Luckily it wasn't too dark out, and I could still read the house numbers.

2608...

2610...

2612...

I turned the corner and looked for the even numbers again.

2614...

2616...

2618...

2618!

I stopped mid-step, back tracking a little, and turned to a small house that had light blue siding, and what appeared to be black shutters. The light was on in the window, but it wasn't that bright. I took a deep breath and headed up the small walkway. I hesitated before knocking on the door. No response. I knocked a little louder. There was a sharp bang, and I jumped. It wasn't a gunshot, I was sure. It sounded more like a gate being let go, and it shutting on its own. I shook my head and turned my attention back to the door. There was still no response. I raised my hand to knock again when I heard the click of a gun barrel.

I froze at a gruff voice demanded that I turned around. I complied and was met with the nozzle of the gun pushed against my forehead. I raised my hands as the door behind me opened and another gun was pressed to the back of my head. A third man appeared from the left side of the house and walked up to me.

"State Alchemist." The man hissed, pulling my pocket watch out of my pocket. I scowled as he tried to open the lid. Alchemy sealed the cover, making it impossible to open. The man finally gave up and shoved it in his own pocket before gesturing to his two companions, who lead me around back and into an old cellar.

"Are you the ones responsible for the Wolfe family's deaths three years ago?" I demanded, "Or how about that family two nights ago who were found dead in their room at the Streetside Inn, a family owned inn."

The man to my right, the one who had opened the door, shifted uncomfortably. The man who had my pocket watch glared at him before looking back at me.

Ed! That's him! That's the one who shot me! I could hear the excitement in Jaeden's voice.

"And what if we are?"

"Then I'll kick all of your asses and drag you to Central Command myself."

The first man sneered. "Oh, right. I highly doubt you'll be able to get past those two pistols pointed at your head."

I smirked. "Watch me." I spun around and elbowed the guy on my left in the stomach, then swept the other gunman's legs out from under him. There was another click, and the man with my pocket watch stood over me with another pistol. I sighed and stood up, grabbing the barrel with my automail hand and yanking it out of his before punching him with my flesh fist.

Ed! That was amazing! We have to go now and tell that man, Colonel Mustang!

Not yet. What if they wake up when I'm gone, they could escape. I looked around for something to restrain the three thugs when the stairs creaked. I turned around quick. There was a fourth man. Our eyes met for a brief second before he sighed and rubbed the back of his head.

"I guess you can't leave now, since you know too much."

The man rushed forward, striking me in the stomach with his knee. I coughed and collapsed on the floor. My eyes began to close as the man leaned over to pick me up. The last thing I heard before the darkness was Jaeden calling to me.

Ed, wake up! Please!