It had been an hour since the train ride began. Ed was still sleeping, and Mustang was just thinking, maybe even falling asleep. The question still lingered in his mind about the mission and the Fuhrer, but never came to a clear answer. He didn't give up; he just thought it would be irrelevant when they got to North City. So he pushed it to the back of his mind.
After a few moments of silence and a couple people talking, the train had suddenly stopped.
Ed, who had just awoken, almost fell onto the colonel. Everyone one else went into a panic. Lots of chatter everywhere.
"What the hell?" asked a sleepy, but mad Ed.
Then a voice on the intercom came on.
"We are terribly sorry for the delay. We have a technical problem, our engineer crew is fixing the problem as we speak, so please do not fret."
A static sound was heard as the person on the intercom hung up.
"Ughh, so now we have to wait even more?" said a groggy Ed.
"I thought you wouldn't care, seeing as how you slept during the whole time we were on this train." Mustang said, hoping to aggravate Ed.
"Shut up," was all Ed said before falling back into his sleep.
The panic in the train died down. You could hear the engineer crew outside trying to figure out what was wrong so they could fix it. But then the lights went out. Oh great. What'd they do now? The panic started to arise again. Next, the train started tilting. Surprisingly, Ed was still asleep. But when the rocking got too violent, Mustang jerked him up violently.
"What the hell! What's wrong with-" Ed began, but was cut off by the violent rocking and tilting.
The rocking was getting worse by the minute, no, second. The train had started to tilt off the cliff. Windows were breakings and the people started yelling, with the hint of fear. Ed flew out a window, but Mustang grabbed him by the tip of his red coat. But when the train tilted even more, Mustang fell down, along with Fullmetal.
The long fall down was excruciating. Mustang and Ed had separated when falling down, which wasn't good in the long run. Fortunately, Mustang fell on one of those long trees and fell into a snow bank. He escaped with minor cuts and bruises, but the same can't be said for his hot tempered subordinate. Fullmetal landed hard on a sharp boulder that caused a deep gash on his right, flesh and blood leg, which caused him to scream in pain. He was just lying there on the sharp boulder, dangerously close to the cliff where the train had been on.
What happened next, it was just horrible. The train had exploded, leaving trails of sparks and ash as it fell. Mustang ran over to Fullmetal as fast as his scratched and bruised legs could. He grabbed Fullmetal and slid down the big rock, while leaving a streak of blood on the boulder due to Ed's injury. The explosion had left an enormous fire where the train was.
"Fullmetal, wake up! Fullmetal!" Mustang screamed.
This wasn't good. First the train blew up and now this. Things weren't looking up. Mustang tried waking Fullmetal up. But as he did, he looked down and noticed the terrible wound. He stared at it. Panic in his eyes.
"Fullmetal! Please wake up!" begged Mustang.
"Ughhh, what now….Colonel?" Ed was able to muster.
Mustang was able to sigh out of pure relief. Good. Fullmetal wasn't dead, but they needed to get him medical attention before that wound was infected.
"Man, did I sleep through the entire day," Ed began, "is it really night already?"
"Night? What do you mean?" asked Mustang.
"Well its pitch black out here," Ed said, "Isn't it?"
Both were quiet for a long time. The quietness itself had answered Ed's question. Something that was irregular to happen, especially to Ed. Was it due to Ed being dangerously close to the explosion?
"It's not night out," Ed said with fear in his voice.
Ed quickly touched his eyes. He felt something wet. Even though he clearly couldn't see it, he knew it was blood. He started to cry. The blood following his tears. Mustang didn't know what to say. He wanted to comfort Ed.
"Why do I always gain so little!" huffed Ed, "What happened to equivalent exchange!"
The fear in his voice was definitely noticeable. Ed just fell into the snow, laying there. The snow turning to red from the blood seeping through his leg. Mustang took off his coat and placed it across Ed. He had noticed how bad his hot tempered subordinate was shivering due to the cold. Ed had reacted to this by taking it off and put it in the air.
"I don't….need…..it," Ed had said, but he clearly needed it.
"Just shut up and put it back on," Mustang said in a demanding tone, "and get on my back."
"I said…I don't…..need it," said a stubborn Ed, "and I can….walk on my…..own."
Mustang walked over to Ed, took the coat, and put it back on him. He faced his back to Ed and knelt down.
"I SAID SHUT UP!" Mustang began, "and with that deep wound on your leg, you certainly can't walk so just get on!"
Ed just got on. He was afraid the colonel would get mad at him this time if he didn't do what his superior said.
"Thanks….." Ed muttered in a soft voice.
"You're welcome," Mustang replied.
They might be a little out of character, but I think its alright. This may seem a bit similar to the story I said inspired me, but not by much. PM me if you think you know the FMA fanfic this is like. Don't spoil it for others. PLEASE REVIEW!