I have already written the first 4 chapters, mainly because they stick with what KimiUzumaki created, after those are posted updates will slow down, since I won't be working with as much material... Anyways I hope you like this chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything... except maybe 'Charles'... everyone else either belongs to Hiromu Arakawa or KimiUzumaki.

Words: 3,456

Warnings: Possible OOCness, grammar mistakes and (though I forgot this last chapter) Ed's language.

"Will you help me?"

Ed growled low in his throat. After giving the man one more shake he pulled back, letting the man drop with a plop to the floor.

"Al… we're leaving. We have the evidence; we'll leave the rest for the damn colonel." Ed looked down letting his bangs hide his face. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, letting them shake with emotion.

Al hesitated for a moment then nodded solemnly.

Ed bit his lip, turned and ran, followed momentarily by Al. They quickly traversed the way they had come, quieter than they had been on the way there.

Ed closed his eyes as he ran, and then opened them as nightmarish scenes flashed in front of them. He felt the need to gag. His mind was telling him to run but his body wanted to kick the living daylights out of the man. Before either of them could speak there was a scream. The two froze, hearing the mix of a dog's howl and a young boy's cry. Ed whipped around, looking towards where they had come from, shaking in anger. He went to run back towards the double doors when he heard a shout from behind in warning. Ed jumped, just barely avoiding a set of hands that had been about to grab him. He turned to see Al fighting off a group of gorilla's… or at least it looked that way. The men were large, about Armstrong's size in muscle. Al was doing his best to fend them off, but the hallway was narrow, and it seemed like one of them had gotten past. Ed glanced to the left and flipped backwards; his hands catching the fall. He leapt back using his arms to flip once more, like a monkey. There was a thud and Ed whipped around, just in time to jump again, barely avoiding the person that had snuck up behind him. He mentally cursed, realizing his mistake. They were surrounded.

"Al! If you have a plan I would love to hear it!" Ed shouted as he dodged another sweeping attack. He kicked using his left foot. It connected with a crunch and the man was sent tumbling backwards into another. He saw a swing from his left and ducked. With a clap of his hands he reached down and slammed them on the floor. Blue light flared and then, suddenly, a fist shot from both sides of the wall slamming into the enemies; followed by the fists was a wall that quickly crashed down into place, effectively blocking off the way they had come.

"Well… I guess we can't go back that way." Ed stated, wiping off a bit of sweat from his brow.

"Ed!" Ed wiped around to find that Al was being held. His arms caught in a tight hold by the men on either side. Another set of arms seemed to wrap around his waist signaling third man behind him.

"Al!" Ed shouted in worry; His braid wiping around with the movement. He heard a crack, from behind then shouted as someone gripped his braid tightly; pulling him back towards the wall. He clawed at the hand, desperately trying to get the hair out of the other man's grip. There was another crack and the wall collapsed into a heap. It caused the man to let go with a sharp tug; pulling the twist tie out of the young boy's hair. Ed swung around; his hair starting to fall out of the order it was in, now that the tie was gone. His eyes watched in both directions as the men approached. His body was tense and he could feel every muscle strain as his mind told him to run for dear life. His eyes flicked back and forth towards the approaching goons. Once they were within a foot of him, he slapped his hands together and slammed them into the wall behind him. The earth shook as waves of metal and dirt ripped through the hallway sending the men flying.

"Al! Move!" he shouted running with all his might past the men littering the floor, he slammed his hands together as he ran and quickly changed his metal arm into a short sword. Upon reaching Al he slashed down, causing the men to let go with a grunt. Al finished it, slamming his arms backwards to dispatch of the two on his side. Once both were free they shot forward; their steps sounded like thunder as they ran through the hallway, the noise reverberating off the wall pounded as loud as their beating hearts. Ed turned, right arm up, running backwards as he heard more footsteps. He passed by one of the door ways he had looked in earlier and realized, too late, what that meant. The next door slammed open separating him from his brother. Before he could respond he felt a hand grab him roughly from behind, jerking him backwards, again, from his hair. By this point it was barely in a braid, thick strands floated around his face sticking to it like glue as the sweat accumulated. The boy struggled, slashing desperately with his arm. The man grunted but didn't let go, blood seeped onto the weapon but Ed didn't care at the moment.

"Al!" Ed screamed, "Get out of here!" Ed struggled desperately, slashing and clawing as the man pulled him backwards. The headache from earlier was now a throbbing migraine. With a slash he finally managed to get the man to loosen up on his hair. He turned, not caring that a few strands got ripped out in the process, but he was too late. He saw a flash then heard the sound of flesh against flesh. He flew backwards slamming into the wall. Ed groaned, blinking his eyes open. He brought up his right arm out of instinct.

"Brother!" Ed shivered, hearing his brothers scream. His head pounded and the side of his cheek stung. His knees shook slightly as a metallic tang filled his mouth. He stood up, using the wall as support. He felt liquid drip down the back of his head onto the floor. He bit his lip, seeing two gorilla's step forward. He panted, tiredly. He felt weak from hunger and lack of sleep. He struggled to keep his balance and glared at the two before him. One of them had deep gashes along the arms and was smirking, looking at Ed like he was a cornered rat. Ed spat to the side and leaped forward, slashing at the man. The man dodged and in the same movement slammed his fist forward right into Ed's stomach; Ed coughed and doubled-over, falling onto his knees with a resounding thud. He gasped, desperate to draw breath into his aching lungs. His eyes spun and he felt the need to throw up. He felt someone tug onto the roots of his hair; picking him up by what was left of the braid. His eyes fluttered open glaring at the man.

He felt a hand cover his mouth.

Ed growled and opened his jaw, biting down hard onto the hand until he tasted blood, holding on with all his might. He felt his hair being tugged, but he didn't let go. Instead he bit down harder, feeling bone between his teeth, his body shuddered. There was another sharp tug on his hair and another punch to the gut. He let go with a groan closing his eyes to the sharp sensation that pierced through his skull and stomach. His head swam, his body ached and he felt liquid drip down his lip and head, staining his already red coat.

When he could finally concentrate he noticed that the door that had separated him and Al had swung shut, revealing that Al had been captured as well. "Brother! Are you alright!" Ed blinked and nodded the best he could with the restraining hand on the roots of his hair and over his mouth.

"Let's go." One of the men grunted pulling roughly on Edward's hair, forcing him to walk down the hallway with Al right behind him. Ed moved forward, he wanted to collapse then and there, but his pride would not let him, especially with his brother watching. He felt dizzy, seeing the hallway sway slightly.

After a while they arrived at a room very much like all the rooms they had passed earlier. The major differences being that there were differing sets of chains around the room, and there were no desks, chairs or bed.

He could see dark splotches on the wall and floor, but decided to ignore them; he really didn't want to let his mind wander to foreign and depressing things at the moment, especially since he was using his whole being just to recover from the bout.

Ed snarled as he was pushed forward into one of the sets of chains. Before he could respond the rings were clasped around his wrist forcing him into an uncomfortable position. His arms hung above his head, separated in a V shape.

"What the hell you bastards! Let me go!" He shouted, finally able to speak, it came out a little hoarse but he didn't care, it felt good to curse. He struggled against the chains, pulling them taut, pushing back the dizziness as best as he could.

"Brother!" Al exclaimed, arms also held in place by the encircling chains.

"Quiet." The same man stated, before leaving, closing the door in the two alchemists faces. Ed mumbled viciously under his breath before turning to look at Al.

"Al, are you okay?..." The suit of armor turned its head looking pointedly at the young boy.

"I'm fine, what about you? Aren't you injured?!"

Ed grinned as blood dribbled out of his mouth, "Nothing that a few band-aids can't fix up and anyways it was nothing. Now…" Ed sat up, moving his legs so that they were perpendicular in front of him; blatantly ignoring protesting muscles; then with a shift of his body and wrist he had a paper clip in his hand.

"Brother…" Ed just grinned, twisting his hand so as to try to pick at the lock around his wrist. He fiddled away at it for a solid minute, until finally it came off. He let out a relieved sigh and went to the other hand just to pause. The room quieted, Ed quickly cursed under his breath and put his arm in place, slipping the clip back into its rightful position. He just made it in time to see the door swing open and a man walk in.

Ed blinked in confusion. "Who are you?" He asked staring at the man questioningly. The man was clean shaven with washed but limp black hair. He had a charming smile and a heart shaped face. His body was lean, yet there was not a lot of muscle there.

"My, how could you say that?! Don't you remember? I asked if you can help me?" the man smiled as Ed's eyes widened in realization. A second later they narrowed to anger, the sudden movement causing a bout of dizziness.

"What do you want?" He spat, pushing past it.

"Now now my precious specimen, I can't have you getting violent know can I? You are quite important… if I do say so myself." His smile stuck to his face still, but the look in his eyes was anything but friendly. In Ed's opinion, it was closer to insane. Ed continued to glare at him in silence. He heard his brother shift but he didn't say anything or look over. After a while of the staring contest the man chuckled and sat up from his squatted position.

"Well, we've got quite a feisty one." The man looked over at Al. "So, Fullmetal, Would it be okay if I play with your brother for a while?"

"..."

"I'm the Fullmetal alchemist you dumbass!" Ed shouted. A moment of silence pervaded the room after the outburst; Ed seethed, huffing in and out through gritted teeth.

The man blinked for a second in surprise then grinned again.

"Of course… My apologies." It sounded anything but apologetic, "I seem to have misunderstood." He leaned backwards, hands behind his head, and took in the boy before him.

"So, Fullmetal, will you help me? I'll come back in a few hours; I hope to hear your answer then. No later… oh and… Charles? A few things, one: clean him up, I don't want him fainting before I even have a chance to get his response and two: I think you forgot to lock one of his wrists in place." The man closed his eyes pointing good naturedly towards Ed's left hand. Ed mentally curse, his glare sharpening in annoyance. The boy snarled as he felt the shackle around his wrist tighten until it bit into his skin, he could feel something trickle down his arm but he ignored it. The boy glowered as the other watched silently, grin still in place. "I will be back." The man stated waving as he left. Edward spat onto the floor as the door closed. Once it was fully shut he finally let himself grimace.

"Damn that man; how the hell did he notice?!" The boy cursed under his breath.

"Brother, are you alright?!"

Ed grinned, "Of course Al! A little blood won't hurt anybody."

The boy turned away, frowning, as he tried to twist his arm even a little. After a moment he internally sighed. 'Fullmetal… how could you get captured on a simple reconnaissance mission? What am I supposed to do with you?!' Ed deadpanned as Mustang's voice resounded in his head. 'Great. Now I'm thinking about the colonel Bastard… I must have hit my head harder than I thought.' He groaned then shook his head. 'Now is NOT the time to think about this. I have got to get these damn chains unlocked.'

A few minutes later, 'Charles' returned holding a medicine kit. He set it down and reached to the back of Ed's head. Ed went to slam his head back but was stopped. The man gripped his jaw, keeping him in place. Ed grimaced as the man pressed non-too-gently onto the back of his head. After a moment the man reached into the medical box and grabbed antiseptic and gauze. Ed pursed his lips but stayed silent. It hurt his pride but he knew he needed the bandages, and he couldn't exactly do them himself. Considering how big the hands were 'Charles' was expertly able to wrap his head, avoiding the boy's bangs. After a moment Ed was fixed up and the man had left. Ed sighed, he wouldn't vocalize it, but he was glad that it was wrapped; he had been starting to worry about the wound. He was also relieved because he was starting to recover from his dizziness. He was still hungry but his body didn't feel as tired now that it was FORCED to rest on the ground. He grinned.

With a little bit of struggling and a lot of cursing he was, finally, able to get the chain undone.

He caught them before they could clatter onto the metal walls behind him, moving them gently into place.

"Brother…" Ed messaged his wrist, carefully avoiding the raw cut on his left hand. Next he felt the back of his head and sighed in relief. It looked like it had only been a small wound; he pushed down checking it himself. He might not be a doctor, but he at least knew the general signs of a concussion, thanks to winry. He mentally went through a check list, 'did I have a loss of consciousness lasting more than a minute?...no. Repeated vomiting?... no. Seizures?... no. Obvious difficulty with mental function or physical coordination?... no… what else was there?...' Ed shrugged. He couldn't think of anything else, but he was starting to feel better, so it was probably just a cut. Now that he had made sure he wasn't going to faint anytime soon he turned to Al, grin in place.

"Come on, let's get out of here. I need food and I have a report that's itching to be filled out."

After a few more moments Al was also out of the chains, quickly checking his brother, much to Ed's annoyance. After Al was satisfied he spoke, leaving Ed glaring at a wall in annoyance. "So brother… where do we go? The only way I know of is the long slide…"

"Well… theirs always alchemy… we can use that to leave…" the boy grumbled.

Al sighed. "Brother… we don't know where we are. It's one thing to get through these walls, it's another thing to actually get to the surface and find our way back. What would happen if you get through the wall, just to have dirt flood in? And you don't even know the composition of whatever is on the other side, it would be impossible to get out without being crushed. I think it would be better to find a natural exit… and I think they would hear a wall crumbling away anyways…"

Ed frowned, letting his arm relax to his side. "jeez… Fine let's look for a natural exit…" He pouted and turned towards the door, listening carefully to what was going on outside. "It sounds like it is all clear… lets go." He whispered. After a moment he snuck out, quickly followed by the, surprisingly quiet, suit of armor. They walked along, traversing the path they had memorized, to get back to the slide.

"We'll keep going." Ed whispered after a moment, seeing as how there was no longer an opening leading to the slide. "It looks like the entrance was closed, and we haven't been to that other area… though that would be poor planning on the enemies part."

Al blinked then looked at his brother. "Why do you say that?" His voice whispered out from the armor like a solemn bell. They went past the entrance and kept walking; carrying themselves through a few hallways and passed a doorway that was a bit larger than the previous rooms. They decided not to look into that room.

"… We'll basically if there was an enemy attack, it would be through the entrance, however as you noticed the main lab and the rooms were all on the opposite end…"

"Oh!"

"Indeed it is bad planning."

Ed nodded looking forward. "Of course… no person would be dumb enough to put their entrance in the way to their exit, it just makes no sense."

"Yes, but that is only if there WAS an exit over there."

"Well, then we'll just have to check… wait…Al… you were the one talking… right?..."

"… Brother… the only thing I've said was, Oh…"

"Run?"

"Run."

Without a moment's hesitation they sprang forward as one, racing down the narrow white-washed hallway. Ed turned his head just as they rounded the corner to see the man from before, grinning. He looked happy… like he was having fun. Ed frowned then looked forward. He skidded to a halt, cursing under his breath. Al had stopped in front of him, but that did nothing to hide the fact that, they were at a dead end. Ed turned quickly, clapping as he turned, and slammed his hands into the floor. A blue flash lit up the space and, within moments, a wall, identical to the one behind them, was protecting them. With that Ed sighed and turned to look at the wall blocking there way.

"So… any suggestions?..."

"… none…"

"I was afraid of that."

A few moments later found the two boys sitting on the ground, contemplating how to get out of there.

"Well, we obviously can't stay here forever… plus I'm starving." Ed complained rubbing his stomach which was starting to loudly proclaim its annoyance at the lack of nutrition going in. He was careful to avoid the places that had nicely forming bruises.

"I know! How about we collapse the room and charge out, running past them? Maybe there was an exit we missed in the other direction!" Edward said, hopefully.

"… I really don't think that's going to work but… I really can't think of anything else at the moment…"

"Then let's do it!" Ed stated grinning. The boy stood up, dusting off his coat in the process; the blonde hair which wasn't clumped with blood or dirt swayed with the movement. After a moment of hesitation Edward took his coat and lifted it so that his hair fell, trapped, underneath the bright red garment. "At least it won't keep getting grabbed now." The boy murmered; he turned to the wall and took a deep breath.

"Now!"

End... of chapter two.

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