I'm alive guys *awkward smile*
-Lin's POV (Next Evening)-
Ran Fan and I are just enjoying a nice evening in our little hideout in an abandoned building, playing cards and the such (Ran Fan doesn't really like cards, we're just killing time), when Evelyn bursts through the door. Her blond hair, usually in a neat braid, forms a messy halo around her head. Her automail hand is covered in blood, as with the ends of her hair and her black clothing. She's wearing her regular boots, but no socks, like she shoved them on in a hurry. Her gold eyes are completely blank, empty. Like there was nothing there in the first place.
"Evelyn!" I yell, running over to the older girl, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her. "What did you do?!" She focuses her golden eyes on me.
"I told Al who I was," she says in a monotonous voice. "I said I was Fullmetal."
For a few seconds I just stand there, shocked. Then, before I know it, my fist connects with her collarbone and sends her flying into the wall. That must be why she's covered in the blood of others, because she's angry at herself. Three more blows follow, one to the ribs, one to her right eye, and the last to the gut, completely unblocked. Ran Fan just watches, slightly surprised.
"Evelyn, why-?" I ask, my voice slightly cracking. She makes no attempt to answer and gets up, walking over to the beat-up couch in the room, flopping down on it. Suddenly, Evelyn starts clawing at her face and her hair, quietly crying. It's strange, seeing her like this. She's usually so composed and put-together, despite complaining about her height and other things like that.
I walk over to her and loop my arm around her shoulders. Evelyn makes no move to shake me off, but doesn't lean into me, either.
"Evelyn, why did you do that?" Ran Fan asks, standing up from her spot on the floor. Said blonde looks up at her, seemingly more composed.
"I thought it was necessary," she replies, shrugging. Then she winces. "Damn Lin, you got one hell of a punch. Even though I did kinda deserve it."
To change the topic, I go over to the old set of drawers in one of the walls and pull out a bit of paper. "Hey, we got a request." Evelyn's face brightens slightly.
"Who is it?" she asks eagerly.
"Some general or something," I reply, shrugging. "Sounds like it would be fun. You want to go alone, or should I come with you?
"I'll go alone," Evelyn says, getting up and pulling her hair into some semblance of a ponytail. "I need some alone time."
-Evelyn's POV (Night)-
I head to the place where the general is supposed to be, under the cover of night. I borrowed some clothes from Ran Fan, a long sleeved black t-shirt and some pants that are a bit too long for me, but at least they keep me warm. The bindings on my chest hinder my breathing severely, but they're necessary, since I don't want to freak people out, since they all think I'm a man.
Up ahead, where the generals are supposed to be, I hear some kind of fight. Huh?
When I go to look, a few older teens with hats pulled low over their faces are getting into some sort of heated arguement. I could take them easily, but something makes me pause.
One of them is wearing gloves. And it's warm out. From my hiding place, I can see that there's no symbol drawn on them, so I release the tense breath I've been holding.
I step out of my hiding place, my automail blade already out. They don't see me at first, but when I get closer to them, one of them notices me. Instead of screaming out for help, he raises his hand up in the air. Trap! Evelyn, you idiot.
The man with the gloves turns around to face me, and then I realize who he is.
"Mustang," I sneer. "Nice seeing you here." He raises his hand and shoots a jet of flame out toward me. I dodge it easily, but a bullet pings between my feet. Riza. He must have been waiting for me to get here so Riza could get me. But she missed. She usually never misses. Unless it's on purpose.
I hear footsteps behind me, and Major Armstrong raises his fists to punch me. I step out of the way, and he sweeps a kick to knock me over. I jump and plant my feet in his face, flipping down and watching the blood pour down from his nose.
"I thought you were a good man, Elric," he says, his voice full of hurt.
"Not a man," I tell him. Before he could process what I'd said, I'm already running the opposite direction. I don't get very far before a spear flies by my nose, missing me by mere centimeters. Al.
My little brother is standing in front of me in the alley, another spear in his hand. His head is still bandaged from where I had hit him the other night. He's not in his military uniform, just his regular black pants and white shirt. His eyes are full of hurt and anger.
"Ed," he says seriously, pointing the spear at me. I'd misjudged the length and the tip of it is barely poking at my throat. I can handle that.
"What is it?" I ask Al, trying to keep my voice steady. "Is it everything I did? Is it the fact that I didn't want to hurt you?" The spear lowers slightly, now pointing at my chest.
"If you didn't want to hurt me, explain this," Al hisses, pointing at the bandage on his temple. A small part of me shatters inside.
"I didn't want to fight you," I explain. "I don't want to hurt you anymore."
"Why?"
I get rid of my automail blade and roll up the sleeve on my flesh arm up to my shoulder. The scars are still there, faded and crisscrossing up my arm, some even going under my shirt. Al stares, unsure of what to do. Taking advantage of his surprise, I dodge around him and bolt away.
With my shit luck, I don't get very far before a bullet tears through my flesh knee, dropping me to the ground. I hiss in pain and try to crawl away, but I'm knocked out. Well, that went well.