Dangerous Waters

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Roy Mustang, the famed Flame Alchemist, was not very fond of children to say the least. The way snot dribbled out of their noses, drool dripped down their chins, their grubby hands that grabbed at everything and anything, everywhere, made Roy cringe and hold up his fingers in a cross, as if they were some unholy beasts sent straight from hell to warn him of his womanizing ways. So, when Roy Mustang, Flame Alchemist, found out that a certain golden haired, sun eyed 12 year old had become a State Alchemist, passing the exam with flying colors and rainbow ponies, it was an understatement to say that Roy was shocked. Who in their right minds would have such a young boy become a dog of the millitary? Oh yeah, the same person who would grab a crippled boy by his collar and yell in his face. Him. Roy Mustang, Flame Alchemist. And he was even more surprised when he found himself acting as a father figure for the Elric brothers. For the love of the Gate, this would be a long run...

CHAPTER 5: RESCUE

It was warm, and black. Not the ever changing black you see when you close your eyes, but pitch black nothingness. It was like his emotions had an echo themselves, yet...he felt so numb. Edward looked around. Where was he? Had he died? He felt a chilling sensation, the only thing he felt since being in this black abyss. He sure hoped not. If he had been reckless and died, who would help Al get his body back? He pinched himself, shifting to see if he was still in the room, with a blindfold or something. Feeling nothing yet again, another emotion settled in his body. Panic. No, no, he couldnt be dead. He WOULDNT die. He was Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist. Hero of the People. And, dare he say it, Pipsqueak to some. And then there was a light. It was small, like someone opening a bedroom door just a crack. He squinted and raised an arm to sheild his eyes as they adjusted to this sudden transition, and when he did, his ears started ringing before they picked up a faint . People. He thought anxiously. Talking meant people. And if there were people then he couldnt be dead. Excitedly, he began running to the sound and light, afraid it would fade and disappear altogether.

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Golden eyes slowly opened, blinking into focus before squeeezing shut at the sight of a bright white cieling. Wait...bright...white? Hadn't the place he'd been in been dark with rusty, ceiling panels that looked as if they were to fall any minute? He tried to sit up, only to be pushed down by a gentle hand. He opened his eyes again, carefully this time, and turned his head to the right to see a middle aged woman. Her auburn hair was pulled up into a proffesional bun, and her blue eyes sparkled with kindness. "Hello, Mr. Elric. I'm glad youre awake, You gave us quite a scare with all those injuries." Edward went to ask what she meant by "us", but his voice came out as a hoarse cough. She simply patted his forehead, smiling warmly. "Now now, dont talk. Save your energy. Ill go get everyone." Everyone? She left throught the door, leaving Ed to his thoughts. How long had he been here? How long had he been unconscious? The last thing he remembered was being stabbed in the gut by an overly obese burger loving kidnapper, and now he was...wherever he was. His thoughts were inturrupted, however, when the doctor, (He assumed) walked back in, followed by more people. Those people being Alphonse, Riza, Havoc, Roy, and Hughes. Alphonse, seeing he was awake, quickly going over to his side. "Brother! H-How are you feeling? Are you in pain? Where does it hurt? How many fingers am I holding up? What color is the sky? Whats your name? How old are you? Who am I?" If Edward had the energy, he wouldve laughed at his brother's antics. And, just to mess with him, he blinked slowly and replied. "I feel like I got ran over by a Military Tank, I cant feel my flesh leg, everywhere hurts, youre holding up 15 fingers, the sky is green, My name is Alfred Jones, and I'm 227 years old. And you're the Tin Man, obviously." And to add an effect, he tilted his head. Even thought it hurt. Al shrieked, holding his armour head. He turned to Roy, blubbering. "C-Colonel! He's h-hysterical! He doesnt know anything!" This time, Edward did laugh. "Calm down Al, Im just messin' with ya." Al sulked in a corner, and Hughes laughed. Havoc had to through his cigarette out, so he shifted uncomfortably.

"So how did I get out of there, anyway?" It was Riza's time to speak. She clears her throat. "It was thanks to the Colonel, really. He drove us like farm mules, and wouldnt let us rest until you were found. We heard you scream, and were led to and old abandoned factory. Inside, we found you almost drowning in a pool of your own blood, unconscious and not breathing. Your kidanppers, fortunately, did not escape. The Colenel burned them to less than ashes after seeing your state." The room went quiet, and Roy rubbed the back of his eyes. Hughes muttered something about parental affection and protection, and quickly hushed after earning a glare from the Flame Alchemist. Riza continued. "He picked you up and carried you all the way to the hospital, not caring if he was soaked in your blood at the time." Havoc nodded. "Yeah Chief, you should thank him, really. We didnt really do anything. It was all pyro over there." Another glare from said pyro. Edward nodded, eyelids growing heavy. "Yeah...thanks Dad..." And the room went cold and still. And with that, the Fullmetal Alchemist went unconscious yet again. Havoc and Hughes looked at Roy. "Dad?"

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