Chapter Twelve – The Right Hand of Destruction Part II

Gilbert and Ludwig sat under a large clock with rain pouring onto them. Gilbert was looking at the ground, not caring that he was getting soaked.

"Bruder …?" Gilbert looked up at his brother when he heard the question in a low voice.

"Huh? Oh … my awesome head is so full of unawesome thoughts that I don't know what to think right now," the albino sighed. "Since last night I've been wondering what this Alchemy that we trust in really is …"

"'Alchemy is the reconstruction of matter in new forms based on the knowledge of natural laws,'" his younger brother recited.

"'This world flows by obeying these laws. Death too, is a part of that flow. Accept the flow of the world. Our teacher really beat that into us. I thought I knew what she meant," a sad note came into his voice for a second. "But I didn't. That's why Mutti … and that's why I'm wondering what I can do about something that nobody can fix," Gilbert brought his arms up to wrap around his legs in a comforting position. "I'm a fool. I haven't grown up at all since then," red eyes looked towards the sky as the teen allowed rain to fall freely onto his face. "I thought that the rain would wash away all my doubt … but all I know is that this rain on my face is starting to bug me …"

"I don't even have a body that can feel the rain," Ludwig said. "It's a lonely feeling," he clenched the fist he had been looking at. "I want to get my old body back … I want to go back to being human. Even if I means doing the impossible and going against the flow of the world."

A man in a military uniform seemed to be looking for something when he noticed the two brothers. "Oh! There they are. Gilbert!" He yelled, running towards them, passing a man with dark skin walking the opposite direction. "Mr. Gilbert Beilschmidt!"

"Beilschmidt …?" the dark skin man asked. "Gilbert … Beilschmidt …"

"Oh, I'm so glad you're all right!" The officer said as he stood in front of the brothers who had stood up. "We've been looking for you!"

"What is it? Do you need the awesome me for something?" Gilbert asked.

"You're to return to Head-Quarters immediately. There's a killer on the loose in this area …" While he had been speaking the dark skinned man – Scar – had moved to stand behind them.

"Gilbert Beilschmidt … The Fullmetal Alchemist!"

The way that Scar had said his name worried Gilbert. The officer however moved to take out a gun.

"THAT SCAR!" He yelled and then all Scar did was put his right hand on the man's face, killing him. The dead man fell to the ground.

Gilbert's eyes widened as he stared at Scar as the murderer flicked the blood from his fingers.

'… Who is this guy?' Gilbert thought, still wide eyed. 'This is bad! Bad! BAD!' the albino tried to move his legs, but he failed. 'Everything from the core of my awesome body says to run away but my legs are unawesomely not moving …! Oh no …' Gilbert realized as the man moved closer. 'I'm gonna die!'

The clock rang as the minute hand hit the twelve and Gilbert pushed his brother, yelling; "West! RUN!"

"You won't get away," Scar growled at the two as the brothers took off down the wet street.

"What's his problem?" Gilbert asked, almost to himself as he was trying to escape. "The Awesome Me has never done anything to make someone hate me …" he paused in his train of thought as he remembered something, "actually I've done that a lot, but … people as awesome as me don't deserve to die!"

"East!" Gilbert slid to a stop when he saw his brother standing in an alley. "In the alley!" Gilbert looked slightly confused but followed his brother and watched as his brother began to draw a transmutation circle.

"What!? He just saw us run into here!"

The only answer he got from his brother was him transmutating a tall wall to block the opening of the alley – to stop Scar from following them.

"Now, he can't come after us," Ludwig reasoned.

Gilbert nodded, seeing his brother's logic. However, it was flawed logic as Scar blasted a hole into the wall and stepped through it, towards the brothers. The murderer glared at the brothers, who at that moment decided that it would be in their best interest to get as far away from the white haired man as possible.

Scar just put his right arm on the wall and the tell-time sounds of transmutation started as cracks in the wall appeared, moving towards the Beilschmidts who were more than half-way to the exit of the alley. A loud explosion sounded and smoke filled the air as parts of the buildings surrounding the alley began to fall.

As the smoke cleared, Gilbert got a good look around and noticed that the exit was now blocked and that he and his younger brother were now trapped.

"You have got to be kidding the awesome me," he muttered and turned his attention to Scar who was steadily moving towards the brothers. "Who the hell are you? Why are you after us?" Gilbert asked.

"There are those who create … and those who destroy," Scar replied. His explanation did nothing to clear up the confusion that the alchemists felt at that moment.

Gilbert clapped his hands together and placed his right on the wall.

"I guess I have no choice …" he said, as he created a long knife out of a pipe on the wall. Ludwig got into a fighting position, choosing not to fight with weapons.

"You're not afraid …" Scar noted.

"Here we go!" Gilbert yelled as he and his brother ran towards the psychopathic killer.

"… but you're SLOW!" Scar noted and blasted a giant hole in Ludwig's armor, making the suit of armor fall to the ground. Scar looked confused when he saw that no one was in the armor.

"West!" Gilbert yelled as he saw his brother fall. "You son of a -!" Gilbert never got to finish his rant and the slice he was going to make with his knife because Scar grabbed his auto-mail arm.

"I said you're too slow!"

Whatever attack that the killer had been trying to do to Gilbert did not work as it rebounded and causing the albino teen to fall to the ground. Gilbert shed his coat and the white glove on his right arm.

"… Verdammt!" He growled, throwing the coat to the side.

"Auto-mail …" Scar muttered. "It's no wonder my body-disrupting attack had no effect. And him …" he motioned the suit of armor. "I was planning to strip him of his armor before I destroyed him, but there's nothing inside. You're a strange pair … This has taken longer than I thought …"

Gilbert clapped his hands together, panting, as he added a blade to his arm.

"Don't think that the awesome me is going to follow your schedule!" Gilbert yelled.

"Nein, Bruder …!" Ludwig said, watching the fight but unable to do anything as one of his legs was blown off in the attack. "You must run!"

"DON'T BE STUPID!" Gilbert yelled as his brother. "I'm not leaving without you!"

"Hmm …" Scar muttered, watching the State Alchemist. "You create a transmutation circle by putting your hands together … and then use the power that flows between them … Well then …" Gilbert moved forward to slash the killer with his auto-mail arm, but Scar caught the blow by gripping the hand. "I'll start with your arm.

"Allow me to destroy it."

Gilbert, the Fullmetal Alchemist, was helpless to do anything as his arm was blown to bits by the ruthless murderer.

To Be Continued …

I would first like to thank everyone who has reviewed or read this story, or even just continued to read this. It really means a lot to me.

Also I'm sorry for the length of this chapter, but it seems I misjudged the length and I promise that the next chapter will be longer.

I'm trying to get the next chapter up soon, but I can't make any promises.