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Fullmetal Alchemist: Conspiracy

Fullmetal Alchemist quote:

"If a certain somebody had acted calmly this would probably have ended peacefully, right?"- Alphonse Elric

"We can't move on if we only regret the past, little brother!"- Edward Elric

Chapter 2: Train Trouble

"Brother, it's only been a year. Winry and Granny Pinako said automail rehabilitation takes three years. Are you sure you want to leave now?" Al asked. He was dressed in tan shorts that reached his knees and a blue T-shirt. He had kept his hair short. He was worried about his brother being in pain from his automail limbs, but Edward was too stubborn and probably wouldn't listen to him.

Edward looked back at his brother as he moved around his bedroom at his and Al's house. "Yeah, Al. You know I don't like sitting still. I want to leave now. I want to see the country." The oldest brother closed his suitcase and turned completely around to face his brother. His outfit was black leather pants, a black muscle shirt, a black jacket that clipped shut at the top and white gloves. Over his jacket he had a red coat on with the alchemy symbol on the back. He wanted to keep his automail covered. The automail brought back bad memories for him so he liked to keep it covered. His hair had grown out in the last year so he had it braided. His bangs shaped his face in the front. "Are you all packed, Al?"

Al nodded his head. "Yes brother. I'm all ready to leave. Winry and Granny Pinako are waiting for us outside."

The two boys left the house for the last time and went outside to meet their friends. Winry looked at them sadly when they came outside. "Are you guys really leaving?" She asked with a sad voice.

"Yes." Edward replied instantly and continued on when he saw Winry begin to teary eyed. "I'm tired of waiting around for that bastard to return. I'm going to find him and find out why he left. And we want to help people who need help. We'll try to come back here and visit whenever we can." Winry nodded her head and hugged both boys tightly.

When they finished their good-byes the boys turned to their house and set it on fire like they planned a year ago. They watched the fire get bigger and bigger as it engulfed the house. Winry watched the house burn with tears running down her face. "Don't cry, Win. We'll be back." Edward whispered when he saw her crying. Al and him hugged her one more time and said bye to Pinako before they walked away towards the train station.

On the train, Al watched the scenery pass by fast as he sighed. "Where are we going first, brother?"

Edward looked from the window to Al. "To Central. I've always wanted to go there and while we're there we can see if we can get any information on him."

The boys fell silent and went back to looking out the window to look at the beautiful scenery. After a while, Ed laid down on the bench and went to sleep. Al continued staring out the windows until he heard a gun being fired. The bullet went through the roof of the train.

Ed cracked an eye opened. "What was that?"

"Oh, I think there is a terrorist attack on the train." Al said.

Yawning, Ed stretched his arms and back before settling back down. "The military will handle it."

*B*R*E*A*K*

In Central, the military headquarters was frantic. A call from the train General Halcrow is on just reached them, telling them they had taken the train hostage. "What is it that they want?" A man with black hair asked.

"Colonel, sir." A woman with blond hair saluted her boss. "They are demanding the release of their imprisoned leader."

The Colonel sighed. "Are we sure the general is really on board the train?"

"Yes sir." A man with black and white hair said. "He was the one who called us to inform us."

Mustang rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. "That's a problem, and I had a date tonight."

A big man raised his cup of coffee and took a sip of it. "Try having an overtime date with us once and a while."

"So what is the problem?" A commanding voice said behind Mustang and his crew.

Everyone turned around and saluted him. "Furher King Bradley, sir. The General and the train the General is on have been taken hostage by some terrorists. We have no men on board to solve the situation." Mustang answered immediately.

The Furher was quiet for a few minutes as he took in this information. "When we the train be arriving in Central?"

"Half an hour, sir." Mustang replied.

"We should go to the train station then. We are not going to give in to terrorists." The Furher said.

*B*R*E*A*K*

"Why don't you act more like a hostage, shrimp?" One of the terrorists said to Edward as he continued to lay on the bench asleep.

The young blond alchemist sat up straight and glared at the man pointing a gun at him. "What. Did. You. Call. Me?" He glared and smacked his hands onto the man's gun and transmitted the gun so it would curl up. Then he jumped out of his sit and slammed his foot into the man's face.

Al just slapped his face as he watched his brother knock the man unconscious. "Brother. Stop." He reached out to grab his brother to stop him but before he could, the other man had reached them. His gun was pointed at Edward's head.

"Not bad, punk." The man replied. He clicked his gun to prepare to fire it at Edward. Before he could though, his hand was kicked upwards by Al and he fired his gun at the ceiling before he dropped the gun. Not wasting a second, Edward kicked the man in the stomach and the man dropped to his knees clutching his stomach. Edward proceeded to beat the man senseless while he ranted about how he wasn't short.

"WHO THE HELL IS SO MICROSCOPIC SMALL THAT HE CAN'T EVEN BE SEEN WITH A FOUR HOUNDERED TIMES MICROSCOPE?" Edward yelled.

Al sweat dropped and smacked his forehead again. "Brother, he didn't go that far. And please stop beating him up. He'll die if you continue this."

Edward stopped punching the man and looked at Al as he dropped the man to the ground. "So Al, are these those terrorists?"

The little brother sighed. "So all of this was just a subconscious reaction to hearing the word shrimp?"

"Are you implying something, Al?" Edward asked as he glared at his brother.

Al threw his hands up in front of him and laughed nervously. "No. I'm not saying anything like that." He took a few steps away from his brother. "And I don't know what is going on. I just know it's a terrorist attack."

Edward grinned evilly and cracked his knuckles. "I know the perfect way to find out." He turned to look at the man he dropped onto the ground. Al groaned in response as his brother began to beat the answers he wanted out of the man. His brother could be so violent at times.

"So Al, what do you say? Want to help out? If we don't I don't think the military will be able to do anything." Edward asked after the man finished telling them what was going. He and his partner were tied up and left in the aisle.

"Isn't this why we left home, brother? To help people in this kind of situation?" Al asked.

"I know, Al. Teacher trained us well so we should be able to handle this." Edward replied. He took off his red coat and threw it onto the bench. "I'll go at them from the top of the train. I'll work my well to the engine room and free them then go get the leader. You get to the front car by going through all the train cars down here, okay?"

Al nodded his head. "Okay brother."

"Be careful, Al." Edward replied as he opened a window and began to climb out.

"You too, brother." Al said. His brother just waved his hand at him to show he heard him and pulled the rest of himself out of the train.

Al pulled his suitcase out and pulled a pair of gloves out of it. His brother had made these gloves for him. The gloves had a transmutation circle on them. Edward learned how to do transmutation without a circle and since they knew they might run into trouble like this on their travels, Edward made him these gloves so he could help fight with his brother and not be a burden on him.

After pulling the gloves on, Al made himself a sword. While training with Teacher, he and his brother learned alchemy, hand to hand combat, and how to make different types weapons and how to use them. Al wouldn't kill anyone with the weapons. He and his brother both agreed that they would never kill, but he needed a weapon to help defend himself against these men.

Al opened the door to the next car and saw two men standing by the door. Quietly, Al closed the door and moved towards the man. When he was close enough, Al grabbed the man's wrist with the gun and twisted it behind his back, making the gun drop to the ground. The man went to turn around but Al stopped him by kicking him in the back.

The next man in the room turned around when he heard the gun hit the ground and went to aim his gun at Al. Before he could, Al's sword came down on the man's hand, slicing off his fingers and causing the gun to fall to the ground. The man grabbed his hand and screamed in pain.

Al winced when he saw the fingers fall to the ground. He didn't want to do that. He hated causing people pain. Al threw the man he had in his grip at the other man, knocking them both to the ground. He dropped to the ground, letting go of his sword, and clapped his hands, then slammed them on the ground. Beams of metal came up out of the ground and bind the men to the ground. Finished taking care of those men, Al moved onto the next car.

Edward ran to the engine room and jumped through the window, his feet smashing into one of the men's face. The second man turned to Edward with his gun raised and fired. The blond haired alchemist jumped to the left and the bullet hit his right arm.

The terrorist looked at him shocked when the bullet ricochet off Edward's arm and hit him in the leg. The conductors slammed their fists in his face, knocking him out.

"That's done." Edward replied as he dusted his hands off. "Time to take out the leader." He climbed back out of the train and climbed back onto the roof.

A man opened the door that was on the top of the car and saw Edward climbing onto the roof and aimed his gun at him. When Ed saw him, he ducked and wrapped his arms around the ladder he was on. He clapped his hands and put them on the side of the train, making a cannon on the top of the train. Ed jumped behind the cannon and fired it at the man, making him drop back into the train.

"Hey you, don't mess with that tender! It's the life of this train!" One of the conductors yelled out to him.

Ed turned to look at him. "Sorry!" He turned back around and looked at the car. "Hmmm. Tender."

Ed smirked and moved forward on the car. He clapped his hands and placed them on the roof, making a microphone for him and a speaker that appeared in the next car with his face on it. "Attention all terrorists," Ed began speaking into the microphone. "We have captured the engine room and rear cars. The only car left is this one. Release these hostages. Failure to do so and we will forcibly remove you."

"I don't think so." The leader said. "As long as we have these hostages we won't lose."

Ed sighed. "Is that so? Guess I'll just have to prove you wrong." The young alchemist clapped his hands again and put them on them on the train car again. This time making a big water pipe. All hostages please hold onto something."

Without any other warning, Ed turned a handle, turning the pipe on and allowing water to come blasting out of the pipe. The water pushed all the terrorists but the leader out of the train car and towards the waiting Al.

Al slammed his hands on the ground, as soon as the terrorists were forced out of the car, and bind them to the ground with metal beams. With that done, he entered the train to help his brother against the leader.

"NO! I will not lose!" The leader yelled. Angrily, he climbed out of one of the windows and onto the roof of the car where Ed was waiting for him.

"Oh?" He said with an evil glint in his eye. "Another automail user?"

"You're just a kid." The leader said in disbelief.

Ed smirked. "I may be just a kid, but I am the kid who just kicked your asses."

"You haven't won yet." Bald growled.

Grinning evilly, Ed lunged at the man. His fist slammed into Bald's face. Bald stumbled back a step before regaining his balance and lunging forward at Edward, who threw his hands out in front of himself to push him away. Their hands connected and each of them was trying to push the other back.

"What is a kid like you doing helping the military? Do you have any idea of what those bastards did?" Bald snarled, pushing Ed back, making him slide back.

Snarling, Ed pushed Bald back with more strength. "I'm not doing this for the military. I'm doing this because there are innocent people on this train. I'm not going to let you hurt them. The military means nothing to me. I'm on my own."

"A little piece of advice kid, I used to work for the military to. It was all fun as long as I was pissing on cue. I wanted this arm to be stronger. Eventually the military let me go. They didn't like having a dog stronger than his superiors. They were afraid they couldn't control me. Since then I've gotten a taste for destroying them. You understand, kid. You wanted to be strong just like me." Bald replied.

Shadows flashed over the two as the train slowed to a stop in the train station.

"No, I don't understand." Ed growled with some difficulty as Bald started to push him back again. "And don't you ever lump into my reasons for this arm." With a sudden burst of strength, Ed pushed himself forward, crushing Bald's arm as he did. Metal pieces rained down around the, clatteringly against the roof of the train.

"You brat!" Bald growled.

Using the momentum from destroying Bald's arm, Ed spun on his heels, kicking his left leg up as he spun. As soon as he made a full spin his feet came into contact with Bald's neck, sending the older man flying off the roof of the train. Ed jumped off the train and landed next to Bald's body. "The military didn't let you go because you were stronger than your superiors. You're a weakling, Bald, just like that cheap automail you have." Ed hissed.

Quicker than Ed thought possible for him, Bald stood and swung out toward Ed. A knife was extended from the part of his arm that was still intact. Eyes wide, Ed jumped away just in time so the knife only cut the front of his jacket and shirt.

"Damn Bald. Even when you lost you still try to win." Ed said cockily while smirking. His hands came in front of him in a clap. Faster than Bald could ever be, Ed dropped to the ground with his hands slamming on the cement so hard that one would think he broke them with the resounding sound it made. Spikes sprouted from the ground, trapping Bald where he stood. One of them went through what was left of his automail arm.

"Unbelievable." Mustang said as he watched that kid break Bald's arm and proceeded to kick him off the roof. The train had just come into the station. Immediately, the two on top of the train were noticed and their fight stole the attention of the soldiers.

"Who would have thought a kid would come to our rescue?" Havoc said, chuckling.

Hawkeye frowned at him. "It isn't funny. A child shouldn't be dealing with this. What was he thinking getting involved in military matters?"

Shrugging, Havoc pulled a cigarette out. "Seems we aren't needed here after all."

"Perhaps we should get the terrorists arrested." Hughes suggested with a frown. He looked over at Ed who was looking around the train station. "And probably talk to that kid."

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