Edward shot up. "No! I cut you! I know I did! Why aren't you bleeding?" I snarled.
"If it makes you feel better, my coat's ripped up!" he growled, using Alchemy- without a circle- to make a blade on his arm.
"An auto-mail arm!" I gasped, narrowly avoiding his slashing. Then it hit me. "You attempted human trans-mutation! That's why your brother is a suit of armor! And you lost a limb! Well, it's good to know I'm not alone in the world!"
At that moment, large metal hands wrapped around me. "Sorry, but I think we've won." Al said.
"Not quite!" I grunted, becoming a cat, slipping away, and becoming a human again. "Nah-nah-nah can't catch me! Nah-nah-nahnah-na-aah!" I laughed, jumping out the window.
"Come back here!" Edward yelled, grabbing for my foot, but he missed.
I became a cat and ran away before they could see me in that form.
I pranced into an alley, mewing triumphantly. I hadn't killed the shrimp, but I'd certainly pissed him off!
"Nice to know you're happy." I jumped a mile when I heard the voice. Then I saw the speaker—a man with dark skin, pale hair, and black sunglasses. On his forehead was a large scar. Purring, I jumped into his lap. As he stroked my, I suddenly felt warm, and a red light lit up the alley. "What? How are you human?" I mewed, looking up at him, suddenly scared. "Your eyes… they're red." he said softly, removing his glasses. I saw that his eyes were a deep red, just like my night-eyes were. "An Ishvalan?" he wondered.
I jumped off his lap, becoming human. "Very good, brother. I was once a little Ishvalan girl. I was taken from my family by a State Alchemist. I was to be 'spared,' he said. They took me and cut me open, played and toyed with my insides. Finally, I was merged with a black cat. It is now my mission to wipe out the military the way they wiped out our people." I growled.
"I've made it my mission to kill all State Alchemists. But you're young, and should not take this quest." he said softly, standing up.
"You expect me to just quit? You're an Ishvalan too, so why do you try to stop me? I've already killed a total of thirty highly-ranked officers in the military! Surely you know the burning desire, the want to kill them all the way they killed our people?" I yelled in mock anger.
"Then at least work with me, not on your own."
I smiled inwardly. I'd recognized the man as Scar, and had been aiming for him to ally himself with me. I knew that he'd killed several important State Alchemists and that if his dead body turned up, more people would leave willingly, making my job easier. "Fine. But I'm going to stick to my style, and killing every and any soldier. And don't try to stop me."
"Agreed." Scar said, standing up.
For the next few weeks, my work flew along. I stayed close to Scar, and every Alchemist wound up with a personal guard, which meant I got to paint more streets red. But it also wound me up in big trouble.
Panting, we skidded around the corner. "How the… heck did they… predict our move?" I asked, shaking my sweaty head.
"I don't know. But they have two State Alchemists and twenty gunners." Scar said.
"I can dispatch a few gunners and possibly the Alchemists if you can give me a diversion." I told him, pulling out seven knifes and a large dagger.
"Not today!" someone whooped.
"Scar, run!" I yelled as Edward struck at me, driving me into the gunner's view. "Run, don't worry about me! I'll get away if they capture me! You know I'm only like this in the night!" I screamed at him. It was true. We planned our attacks for the night because of my cat-form. I would scout out a target and learn their habits. Then we would attack, me from the front, Scar eliminating the target. But we'd fallen straight into a trap.
"Gotcha!" Edward yelled. I realized I was completely surrounded by the gunners. There was no escape, even if I turned into a cat. "No escape for you now, huh?" he laughed. I snarled, raising my hands in surrender and dropping my weapons. "Good, now if you behave, you won't get hurt!"
"Oh, zip it, squirt! What are you, nine?" I asked.
"I wouldn't…" Al said quietly.
"Why not?" I asked sweetly. "I'm eleven, and he's about two inches shorter than me!"
"I'm fifteen! And I'm the Fullmetal Alchemist!" he snarled angrily as I was cuffed.
"Ha ha. Very funny, tell me who you really are, pip-squeak!"
He didn't answer as I was patted down for weapons. I smiled a secret smile, knowing they wouldn't take away my shoes.
"What're you smiling about?" demanded one soldier as we started to walk.
"Oh… Nothing!" I said cheerfully. "This is just the first time I've actually been captured! It won't last too long though! I'll get away for sure in the morning! However…" I tapped my foot. "It's too late for you." The long blade in my shoe slashed at his side. I frowned at the sound of metal on metal. Grinning, everyone pulled aside their jackets to reveal body armor. "Hey! No fair! That's called cheating!" I whined.