Author's Note: Sorry I am late… I was at the beach with my family… no internet service…shudder…

Disclaimer: I dOn'T oWn FmA! rEaLy! I dOn'T!

Chapter Sixteen: Support

Winry held Ed tighter for he had begun shivering and coughing again. She was completely oblivious to the man across from her, beginning to get up and look around for a knife. The man spotted something glimmer from across the room and spotted his knife. He slowly began crawling towards it trying not to make any sudden movements so that the girl wouldn't notice. Just as he was crawling towards it Ed's eyes began fluttering open.

"Ed? Are you okay?" Winry yelled.

The man stiffened and lay back down on the ground, pretending that he was still unconscious. If he were to spot him he might begin attacking him again. Plus he was way too sore to continue much further, Ed beat him enough to make sure he couldn't more as fast or stand up easily for the matter.

I definitely don't want him to see me. This brat could kill me. I better stay here until their attention is somewhere else so I can get my knife and kill them. I don't care about the trade anymore. I just want this brat dead. He is nothing but a headache and a wrench in my plans. I can just get my friends back a different way! I doubt that stupid officer in command hasn't even figured out where I am. Pathetic.

Ed looked around sluggishly and sat up in surprise. He immediately scanned the room wondering what the hell was going on. He noticed that he wasn't in the bed anymore and that Winry was also free from the chair. He was most surprised about the condition of the other man that was lying across the room.

What the hell? How did he get all beat up like that? How did Winry and I get free? What happened when I was out? And why the hell am I on Winry?

Ed blushed as he noticed the close proximity of the two of them. But this was quickly forgotten when he noticed a cut on Winry's cheek. His whole face turned red as he recalled the moment that the wacko cut her and how he somehow manage to free himself and attack the man. He just couldn't really believe that he had done all of that. Ed's thoughts were cut by a small question.

"Ed are you okay?"

Ed looked at Winry and noticed the sheer look of worry in her face. She must have been so worried and scared being the only one conscious. He thought about the answer to her question. No he was not okay in many ways. His body was all numb and his lungs and throat were burning. He was also dizzy dues to his fever and loss of blood and also from the adrenalin rush he just had. But he didn't want to worry Winry further so he lied.

"Yeah I think so… but don't mind me; we have to get out of here!"

Winry knew that Ed was lying so that he wouldn't make her worry as much but he couldn't fool her. But she played along him, knowing that he did have a valid point. They had to get out of there now. But how? And idea popped up into her mind and she set out her plan.

"Ed you're right we have to get out of here. But I can't carry you, and you look like you can barely stand. And also your automail is not going to work since that psycho went through the wires. At most I can support you but you have to be strong enough to walk, and I don't think you're up to it."

"The hell I am! I can walk even with a busted leg and don't you think otherwise! I'm not so weak that I couldn't get out of here without being carried! Jeez Winry don't you know me?" Ed yelled at her while trying to get up.

Yes I do know you, very well. I knew you would get up if I underestimated you. That's just the way you are you hate being underestimated. You love to prove people wrong. It's too easy to get you to do something.

Winry got up first and helped Ed get up, who of course shot her a dirty look saying that he had it under control. But he still let her help knowing full well that he needed it. He also let her take one of his arms and leaned on her for some support. She was right about the automail of course, it didn't move, so he just swung his upper leg to try to get it to move. It was difficult but possible. Ed and Winry were both a bit more worried about his flesh leg. The madman had cut it not so long ago and it was beginning to really throb under hid weight. Ed grunted as he tried to take a step forward it was painful be he had been through worse. He could do this.

"Ed do you want me to take off your arm so there isn't as much weight on your leg. I'm sure it would make it easier for you to walk." Winry suggested.

"No I might have to do alchemy in case this weirdo wakes up before we make it to the door." Ed pointed at the place where he had last seen him.

Winry looked to that direction and gasped. Ed turned his head to check what was so horrifying. He immediately saw why she gasped. In the corner of the room was the wacko holding his knife to the ground. He had scratched a transmutation circle of the ground and was about to place his hands on the edges.

"SHIT!" yelled Ed.

He let go of Winry and fell to the ground. As he was falling he clapped his hands and reached for the ground. Two flashes of alchemy lit up the room and were followed by a scream and a loud crash.

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Mustang and his team arrived at the house. He ordered the soldiers to make a perimeter around the house. Al stuck to Mustang and Hughes waiting for them to say that it was okay to go and get his brother. They were heading towards the door making sure that they didn't set off any of the traps that the man had created. Havoc and Breda already warned him that there were traps around the house seeing as they fell in a hole that looked to be created by alchemy.

They were five meters from the door when they were blinded by a bright light that were followed by a crash and a scream. They ran towards the door and followed the noise that led them to a room. Mustang pulled his glove on a kicked the door open. All four of them gasped at the sight laid before them. Mustang was able to say one word.

"Shit."

Author's Note: Bwahahahaha! I ended with a cliffhanger! Oh the four people that were at the door were: Hughes, Al, Mustang and Hawkeye. Hawkeye is always with the Colonel so I put her there so they wouldn't have to separate.