"Uh, can I just say 'shit?'" I groaned, raising my hand.
"Your tone suggests that's an understatement."
"Hell, yeah. Soooo not supposed to happen. Damn shirt. Knew I didn't make it strong enough for all that wear 'n' tear." I growled.
"But Annabeth, when you first came here, you didn't have wings!" objected Alphonse.
"Yeah, you wore some wacky clothes, so even I know that those are new!" agreed Falman.
"Not a Chimera now, if that's what you're thinking! They started growing after we passed through the Gate to get out of Gluttony's stomach. Like, at the same time I got Jane. They were a lot smaller last night, trust me. They were only about two feet long each. They've grown a lot. I'd estimate they're about seventeen feet long each now. So my wing-span is about thirty-four—ish."
"Is this the secret Major Miles told me you said was better left unknown?" Armstrong asked me coolly.
"Isn't it obvious? I'm a flippin' angel! Course I'd like to keep it a bloody secret, but it hurts too much to bind them!" I whined.
We were then called to the surface. I was told free reign. Ed and Al were still lock-ups. I just decided to stick with them. In the hall, I started singing softly, not registering much.
"Siamo tutti schiavi, figli delle tenebre, gondannati mondo delle Favole." I whispered in a raspy tone.
We were met by my least favorite character in the halls. Kimblee. He's a bloody bastard. I wanna rip him up! I wanna kill him, kill him, kill him! I thought, staring daggers at him with an ominous cloud over my head.
He turned to me. "So this must be the Fullmetal Alchemist's little girlfriend, Annabeth Zatsune. The Fuhrer warned me to watch out for you. Said you have a sharp tongue and a flaring temper."
I was boiling before. Now I was seething. "Ex-cuse me? Who said anything about a relationship 'tween us? I sure a hell didn't! Don't go calling girls other people's girlfriends unless they really are, pal!" I snapped, hands on my hips. Jane growled in agreement.
"Yikes, that is a temper there! Glad he warned me. I'll remember to steer clear of you." Kimblee chuckled.
I was held back by Buccaneer. Good for Kimblee too, 'cause if I got my hands on him—
I coughed, a jet of blood falling to the floor. I collapse to my knees and one hand. The other went to my chest as my breath wheezed in and rattled out. I could barely see, I was so dizzy. I didn't just cough blood now; I was vomiting the stuff. Tears of hot fury at my own weakness streamed down my face. Jane wailed helplessly. I vomited again, my breath coming in small, panting gasps. I shook my head, trying to rid myself of the dizziness.
Damn. Fuck. Hell. Bitch. Bastard. Dick. Faggot. I thought slowly as the spell ended. I'd learned that if I said those words and felt better, the attack was gone. I got to my feet, wavering a little. "Sorry." I smiled weakly, flicking my wrist at the red pool on the floor. It quickly vanished into the metal. "My attacks are fewer now, but when I have them, they're incredibly violent."
"Annabeth, why didn't you tell us!" cried Al.
"So your friend is sick?" Kimblee said right in my ear.
"Yes. I've got four more years 'fore I cop it." I hissed, swatting him away and striking my furious kitty. "And stay out of my ear or I will bite yours off." I told him, continuing down the hall.