Chapter Eleven – The Right Hand of Destruction Part I

"Mom! Mom!" A young boy's yell rang throughout the garden. The tall, beautiful brown haired woman turned to see her son running towards her with something in his hands. "Mom, come look!"

"What is it, Gilbert?" She asked, smiling. The albino child stood in front of her as his mother knelt down to see what he was holding.

"It's a present!" He said, holding out a toy horse he had made.

"Oh, for me?" Trisha asked. "Where did you get this?" She asked, holding the toy.

"I transmuted it! I put it together with Alchemy!" Gilbert said proudly.

"Y-you did? I guess you do take after your father!" Trisha said and patted his head. "Thank you, Gilbert. You really are special. Being able to create something so wonderful … but it's too bad …

"… You couldn't put me back together too," Gilbert's eyes widened as his mother had blood running down her face and coming out of her mouth.

The toy fell to the ground.

Gilbert's eyes snapped open and he sat up in his bed, sweat running down his face and panting from his dream.

He gripped his metal leg and muttered. "It hurts …"

XXX

A few hours later Gilbert and Ludwig stood in the Military headquarters outside of a large door.

Gilbert looked like he was going to open it before he turned on his heel to walk away.

"Gilbert?"

Said alchemist turned to see Alice opening the door.

"Oh … First Lieutenant Kirkland."

"What are you doing here so early?" She asked, stepping out of the room.

"I wanted to know … what's going to happen to Tucker and Nina?"

Alice was silent for a moment.

"Tucker was scheduled to have his license revoked and then taken to Central to be put on trail … but they both died," the brothers were silent before she continued, "or to put it more accurately, they were killed. You guys would have found out eventually, even if we tried to hide it, so I might as well as tell you now."

"What … why …? By who!" Gilbert asked, running to catch up with the woman.

"I don't know," she replied, putting on a jacket. "I'm on my way to the location right now."

"I'm coming too!" Gilbert yelled.

"No."

"Why not?"

Alice stopped before turning to the teenager.

"It's better that you don't see."

XXX

"Hey, hey, Colonel Jones," a man with slightly tanned skin, light brown hair and green eyes said. "We came to get Tucker alive," his companion was a tall man with a moustache and a blond hair curl. "Are you telling us to put this corpse on trial, amigo?" He pointed at a sheet over a body. "Man, we didn't come all the way out here to do an autopsy."

"Lieutenant Colonel Carriedo … you need not to remind us of our mistake. Please, could you just take a look, as a favor to the hero?" Alfred asked, hand on the side of his forehead.

Antonio Fernandez Carriedo sighed before reaching towards the sheet which was stained with blood. 'The blood is almost the color of ripe tomatoes,' he thought as he said, "If this guys really used his own wife as an experiment … it must have been divine justice, amigo," he lifted the sheet to look at the body. "Eww … just as it thought," he turned to Alfred. "Are the guards in the same condition?"

"That's right. They were in pieces … or getting that way … as though they were blown about from the outside," Alfred said, clearly disgusted.

"Are thinking what I'm thinking, Major Armstrong?"

The blond man nodded, "Yes, there's no doubt about it."

"It's him."

XXX

Two people stood at a window, watching as people were fighting, murdering and attacking each other, causing riots. Wounded people were everywhere and chaos was in the air.

"Look at zhat, Gluttony," Lust said. "Humans are such fools," she said.

"Veee, fools, fools," Gluttony agreed.

"Quite right," a third voice said. Coming up the stairs, was Father Cornello – who had been killed a few weeks earlier. "But when things work out like you plan them, that foolish quality can be so nice."

"Well, well, 'Your Holiness,'" Lust said, smirking.

"Holy, holy."

"Sorry zou had to come out here," Lust said.

"Yeah, well … when this is over, I'm going back tot the city I'm in charge of."

"Really, I zas a bit worried when zhat Fullmetal boy messed up our plans … but as a result our work zhall be finished ahead of schedule zo he zas actually a big help."

"Heh … heh … yes …" Cornello laughed. "All it took was for you to spread some propaganda among my 'followers' to get them started and this is the result."

"Humans really are such simple creatures."

"Bloodshed begets bloodshed. Hatred begets hatred. The rage and emotion sinks into the land and stains it with the crest of blood," Cornello said.

"No matter how many zimes zhey repeat themselves, zhey never learn. These sad fools …"

"That's why we can do anything to them, right?"

"Will a lot of people die again?" Gluttony asked, turning amber eyes onto the blond haired sin.

"Oui, I guess they'll die."

"Can I eat all the ones that die?"

"Non, zou can't eat them," Lust sat patting his head. "By the zay, Envy … how long zo zou plan on using zhat voice et body? It's making me sick."

Envy/Cornello grinned. "Come on, I'm just setting the mood, that's all," he spoke, he moved forward and the body was changing into an entire different body. "But if I'm going to change shape anyway … why should I be a crusty old geezer … when I can be, like totally, young and cute?"

The fake Cornello turned into a young man – or is it woman (I can't tell) – which straight chin length blond hair and green eyes. He wore a black tank top that showed his stomach and a skirt that was also shorts. He was also bare foot and on his left leg was a tattoo of the same sign that was on Lust's chest and Gluttony's tongue.

"Ohonhonhon …" Lust laughed. "Even on the inside you're zhe most ruthless of all of us," she laughed.

"Are you, like, trying to pick a fight, Lust?" Envy asked.

"Y-you're a monster!" Brother Cray yelled as he entered the room. "What's going on here? His Holiness … what happened to the real Father Cornello? What in God's name are you?"

"… Zhat should ze do?" Lust asked.

"He, like totally, called me a monster. I am totally so insulted," Envy added, looking insulted.

"Can I eat him?" Gluttony asked and the other two stared at him.

"By the way …" Envy asked Lust as the sounds of Gluttony eating the priest were in the background. "I heard that, like, someone killed that Shou Tucker from East City."

"Tucker, oh oui, the Sewing-Life Alchemist. Who cares? Ze was zust a minor alchemist anyway."

"I don't, like totally, care about Tucker. But, like, the killer … it's, like, that guy from before again," Envy said and Lust glanced at him.

"East City is zhere zhe Flame Colonel is, non?"

"Uh-huh. Apparently, like, the Fullmetal Runt is there too."

"Zhe Fullmetal Alchemist … it makes moi mad zhat he zot in zhe way of our work, but ze can't allow him to die. He's our Human Sacrifice."

"LUST!" Gluttony yelled. "That was tasty!"

"Wipe your mouth after zou eat," Lust told Gluttony who did that very thing.

"About, like, this man … I don't, like, know where he's from or who is he, but we, like totally, can't allow him to, like, interfere with the plan."

"All right … we've pretty much finished with zhis place, zo, I guess we'll take a look. Zhis killer of ours … zhat zas his name?"

XXX

"Scar?" Alfred asked.

"We don't know his name, amigo, so that's what we call him," Antonio said.

"Not only is his background a mystery, but we don't even know what kind of weapon he used or what his intentions are. It seems like he's everywhere. The only information we have about him is he has a large X-shaped scar on his forehead."

"This year alone, he's killed five alchemists in Central. In the county, he's killed about a total of ten."

"Yes, the hero has heard rumors about this man, out here in the East as well."

"Just, between you and me, amigo, I heard he killed old man Grand."

"Brigadier General Grand, the Iron-Blood Alchemist? He's a military martial arts expert!" Alfred said, shocked.

"It might sound crazy, but believe it or not, a guy this tough is the roaming the city. Let me give you some advice. Double the security and lay low for a while. I'm asking you as a friend," Antonio said to Alfred. "The only well-known people out in these parts are you and Tucker, right? With what happened to Tucker, you really can't let down your guard."

Something hit Alfred. "Oh no …"

"Huh? Hey! What is it?" Antonio asked.

"You!" Alfred pointed at a man. "Confirm whether the Beilschmidt Brothers are still at their lodgings. On the double!"

"Colonel …" Alice said. "I spoke to them as I was leaving H.Q. They were walking down the Main Street."

"At a time like this …" Alfred muttered, shaking his head. "Bring the car around! All Spare hands to the Main Street area!"

To Be Continued …

This would have been up on Friday, but I was so busy packing for my weekend camping trip that I forgot about uploading this until I was about six hours away.

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Hopefully, the next chapter will be up within a week but it's more likely it'll be up some time after that.

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