The Waters of Lethe
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA, I just like to play around in it's world and torture Ed for awhile.
Warning: May contain movie spoilers, as well as violence, death, and possible sex.
Summary: The Thule Society has discovered Edward and Hohenheim are from the other side of the Gate and want them to open a portal to their world. After his father dies from a fatal injury, Edward must flee alone. He's made it to the train station, but his pursuers are close behind.
14. Maximum Farce (Maximale Farce)
The Calais Express was leaving in ten minutes from a platform on the other side of the Munich train station, so Steve and Mike ran all the way, weaving their way through knots of fellow travellers.
"Hey Mike!" Steve gasped after he bounced off a stout man who snapped at him in German to watch where he was going. "Don't it seem to you everyone else seems to be heading in the opposite direction we wanna go?"
Mike didn't answer right away because he was busy trying not to trip over a baby carriage as the pair made the turn around pillars marking the entrance to the platform. Neither noticed two large men in dark coats who were just standing there, Mike assumed they were waiting for one of the recent arrivals who were making their progress so difficult. In actuality, they were Hess's men, on the lookout for Edward. When Steve, who had longish blond hair and wore a brown leather coat trotted by, they could be forgiven for thinking they had their man.
Neither man had seen a color photo of Edward and they just had Hess's description to go on. But Steve Longworth, 6' 4" tall, muscular and broad shouldered, blonde and blue eyed was not Edward Elric.
The two Nazis fell into position behind Steve and when he was briefly halted by a knot of people, each clapped meaty hands on his shoulders and upper arms.
"HEY!" Steve frowned at the two men who gave him sympathetic smiles in return. The one man who held his left shoulder, a dark haired fellow with cold green eyes said, "Come with us, Edward, don't try to resist."
"What the hell!?" Mike had seen what was happening and he turned back to help his friend. Two men had a hold of Steve and they were dragging - or rather, trying to drag Steve away.
"It's all right, Edward," crooned the dark-haired man. "We understand you are upset, so Dr. Stein will just give you a little sedative and then you'll have a nice long nap."
"My name is Steve, not Edward, fellas. " Steve was trying to josh with the two Germans, but his blood was beginning to boil as he realized just what kind of trouble he had inherited.
That little twerp!
Meanwhile, the 'little twerp' had finally reached the head of the line at the ticket counter. Edward pushed a small pile of marks under the glass and politely requested a round-trip second class ticket on the last night train to Vienna. He was outwardly calm, but inside his nerves were jangling like fire alarms. He feared at any moment the feel of fingers clamping around an arm, and the sound of a voice asking, "Going somewhere, Edward?"
Despite the preoccupation with his fears, Edward dimly heard a commotion in the distance. A young man came running up to the ticket counter and shouted, "Call the police! A riot has broken out by the Calais Express!"