"… two-hundred and forty, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, two-hundred and fifty, one, two, three, four, five…"
I knew my counting was probably starting to annoy. But I knew the number of steps perfectly before the turn, so…
"Two-hundred sixty-seven and… One, two, three, four, five, six…"
"Annabeth, we're over here!" Winry yelled.
I heard mutterings, but under it, I heard what I was searching for. A muffled plea for help, two steps to my right and a step ahead. I quickly scooted there, and looked down pointedly.
"What is she looking at?" someone growled.
"Is that…?" Winry had seen it as I leaned down and started to dig lightly with my hands.
"Hang on, Alphonse! I'm coming, if you can hear me!" I yelled into the snow, digging faster. My message went through. Winry and May came screaming over to help me.
"Oh, thank you! I fell into a hole in the blizzard and the snow buried me!" Al gasped.
"Uhm hum." I nodded, looking pointedly at Winry and May.
"How did you know Alphonse was here?" May asked me.
"I'm from a different world. Grew up to this story. You guys seemed a little chatty, so I didn't think you would hear him. I know the exact number of steps to Alphonse when he's buried by the snow, so I started counting." I shrugged. "You're okay though? Did you see it?" I asked, putting my hand on Al's breast-plate.
"See it? Do you mean… Yeah, I saw it! Annabeth, why?" he cried.
"I don't know that one. It's never explained in the series. But Briggs was taken over by the Central soldiers? Finally! I was getting antsy waiting for that to happen!" I groaned, stretching my wings out.
My coloration was changing again. My eyes were back to the electric blue, and my wings were turning sky-blue. I figured I had a lot of flying in store, so that's why I was turning the color of the sky. I had been growing very fast, I'd found. At my estimate, almost three-hundred miles per hour was a possibility!
But I must admit, I was scared too when Al 'fainted.' Winry and I both panicked. She about him medically, and me about would he come out of it? My presence was changing the story, so would it make him unable to come out of this spell?
Right before we carried Al to the small hide-out near-by, I had an attack.
It was the worst so far. My breath caught in my throat, and that was when I could breathe between hacking and coughing up all that blood. The snow was soaked for almost six feet around me, I was coughing up so much! Oh, no… Am I going to die now? I thought faintly right before passing out.
When I woke up, they were trying to reassemble Al. I was woozy, so could only watch faintly through the haze that clouded my vision. It was blue, and shone brightly in my eyes. Like the sky…
I suddenly had a song running through my head. Monochro—Blue Sky, a Hatsune Miku song. It seems true for me. Living is slightly oppressive, and the color is one I want to try out…
The blue sky that I look up at is brilliantly reflected. I want to, if I am able, to try to dye it.
I sat up slowly. I touched my hair, smiling. I stroked it gently, closing my eyes and thinking of the sky. Now I reach out my hand. Come, now, reach out your hand…
Softly sparkling, my hair turned the blue that was in my head. I smiled secretively. Not that anyone had seen me do it, busy as they were with May rearranging everything, but I didn't care. I was happy that I'd figured out how to make the blippin' haze vanish and that I now had a new color to try out.
Soon enough, we had reached the little slum. The residents were curious about us, me especially. I guess I was a little more eye-catching than I was with purple hair and cat-ears. I was a blue angel with a cat hanging off my shoulders, yeah, a little eye-catching!
When we were all settled in, I made the decision to be a 'traitor' again. I was going to fetch Envy from Central and tell him and Father about Marcoh.