Second Chances
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A/N: wow three followers! That is three more than I expected! I just want to say I love you all! Okay this chapter is going to bring us a little closer to the plot and stress how protective Scar and Chance are over each other. I love the name Chance, though I got the name from a female character in an AMAZING book. He's developed a lot but his name never changed.
Chapter six: Unwanted Reunion
Scar reaction is almost instant to the twenty year old blond attacking him. But he has to stop himself. His reaction is to use his right arm, but he knows he can't. He settles for flipping Edward and throwing him to the ground. The alchemist is up a second later and charging back even more rage filled than a moment before.
Chance growls and moves to intercept Edward. Despite his effort the teen only manages to get kicked in the ribs, hard. He topples to the ground with a yelp of pain. Scar snarls and plows his elbow into Edward's solar plea. Taken by surprise and with a lack of air in his lungs Edward fins himself pinned to the ground with a foot on his chest.
"EDWARD," Alphonse cries out in panic seeing this scene to be very similar, and unpleasant to say the very least.
"Chance," Scar's eyes don't leave Edward's who are glaring up at him in pure loathing. "Are you okay?"
"y-yeah," Chance says though he's pretty sure one of his ribs is broken. He wonders what the hell that guys left leg is made of.
"Good," Scar growls before turning his attention back to the boy he's pinning. "I don't want to fight you Fullmetal. I'm going to let you up now…" Scar removes his foot slowly before stepping back.
"How are you alive," Alphonse says after he has helped his brother to his feet. Scar looks at Alphonse before it registers to him that the boy is the suit of armor. The boy that he saved. Still he chooses to say nothing.
"I don't know," Scar admits as he moves to help Chance to get back on his feet. The boy hisses in pain. Scar blinks.
"Shit it looks like you popped your stitches," the scarred man says. Edward looks in confusion.
"Who the hell is he," Ed demands. Chance flinches. As much as he doesn't want to admit that he's terrified of Amerstrians. Doesn't really matter what they look like, shape, size, gender, they scare him.
"He's none of your concern," Scar growls protectively.
"He's bleeding," Alphonse voices his concern. "We can help!" Scar looks down at Jason who is putting pressure on his side, trying to stand. There medical supplies are small and their skills are armature and that's generous.
"Fine," Scar growls. "But we're gone the second he's better." Chance gives him a panicked look but doesn't speak against it.
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"EDWARD HOW COULD YOU," Winery screams at Ed who scowls.
"I didn't want to bring a serial killer to the house," Edward snaps angrily refusing to take any blame for this. Winery snaps.
"Not for that, not that I'm happy about this," She rages. "You hit a little kid!" she points at Chance who is sitting on the couch feeling extremely awkward do to his lack of shirt. It's disgusting how skinny Chance is. Scar is sitting next to him, glaring at Edward in such a way that if looks could kill, Scar would have re-hatched his killing career.
To say this moment is uncomfortable would be the bigger understatement than saying gluttony is hunger or lust had a slightly large breast. And the tension is so thick it could be cut with a tooth pick. So needless to say with any other comparisons this moment is awkward.
"He attacked me," Edward throws his arms into the air in exasperation.
"He's like nine," Winery cries out in frustration.
"I'm thirteen," Chance mumbles more to himself than anyone else.
"Why the hell are you two even in this town," Edward demands.
"because I though sheep," Chance says in a frustrated voice, though no one but scar even remotely understand what the terrified teen is talking about.
"I'd take a sheep over full metal," Scar mutters.
"Well you're not so great yourself," Edward roars. Chance flinches at the loud voice.
"How the hell are you even alive? You were dead and I liked it that way," Edward rages.
"I'd watch I brat," Scar growls. "I can't remember anything but a voice telling me something about a game! And I only just stated to recalling it." Chance looks at Scar in concern because the frustration is so clear on his face.
"It's okay Daniel," Chance offers. Edward and Alphonse both blink in surprise.
"You're names Daniel," Al asks.
"Only he gets to call me that," Scar states. "And now that Chance's is stitched up we'll be leaving."
"Wait," Alphonse says suddenly. "What you heard…Edward and I heard the same thing before we came back to this world…so I think we're connected somehow."
"NO," Scar shouts. "I don't care what this is! I'm done with alchemy and state alchemist! I'm not going to destroy myself again! I'm not going back down that road!" Scar stands and Chance instantly mimics his friend's motion but only yelps as the sudden movement jars his ribs. Winery moves and blocks the door.
"Listen just stays the night," Winery offers. "Chance is in no shape to move around and it's going to rain tonight!" Scar looks at Chance who stares back with a look that says 'I'll do what you want'. Scar sighs.
"One night," Scar snarls. "And we're gone."
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"We can't let them out of our sights," Edward says. "He can say he's done with this all he wants but the truth is he'll kill the next chance he gets!"
"But he could have killed you," Al points out. "And he did save my life…"
"And that makes up for the thousands he murdered," Edward shouts. "What he did is unforgivable! And people like that don't change. The second we go to sleep there be a dead body in the morning!"
"I don't think so," Winery says looking around the doorway into the next room. The two brothers looking in and are shocked by what they see…
Scar is sitting up but his head is tipped back. His breathing is evened out and his eyes are shut. Chance is lying down and his head is resting on Scar's lap. Scar's hand is resting on Chance's shoulder. They are both dead asleep. But can anything else be expected? Walking across the desert is hard work after all!
"One wrong move and its over," Edward says and he walks away. But at least the two Ishvalan can have one peaceful night
