Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters except for ocs.
{Opening song}
No one's POV:
*Central*
Mustang walked down the hallway of the Central Command Center. Officers smiled and whispered as he passed. Mustang smirked as he knocked on the door to the Fuhrer's office. He walked and stepped in front of the woman's desk. "Hello," he said to her. "Colonel Roy Mustang...I'm sorry Colonel, but your transfer was poorly timed. His Excellency, the Fuhrer, is away." "Where is he?" "Inspecting at Southern Headquarters..." "He's in the south
*Dublith/Sewers*
Dolcetto and Roa continued to run with Al as Dolcetto suddenly stopped. He smelled the air as he said, "Something doesn't smell right..." "You know what it feels like...old times..."
*In Front of Devil's Nest*
"What an interesting discovery for a routine inspection..." Bradley trailed off as Armstrong and his men stood behind him, armed and ready. "Move in!"
Chapter 14: Those who lurk Underground
Izumi, Ed, and Whity all now had fighting stances in front of Greed. "Ha! A housewife, a hot-headed brat, and a hottie; what a team, one I'm not particularly interested in fighting. I'll just be on my way now." "What?" Ed said as Greed ran. "Coward..." Izumi then coughed up blood. "Teacher!" Ed and Whity ran to her side. "He ran away...how pathetic..." "Are you okay, Teacher?" Ed asked as she coughed up more, hanging her head. "Teacher!" Whity shouted as Ed finished, "Just hang on!" Two soldiers then appeared in front of the door, aiming their guns.
*Sewers*
No One's POV:
Al tried to get control of his body but failed and Addie watched on. "Will you hold still?! Quit struggling!" Martel said, struggling inside to keep Al put. "I don't wanna!" Al said, crawling slowly on the ground. Martel gasped. "Greed!" she said, coming partially out of Al and lifting his head like a lid. "Ah Martel, I'm glad to see you're safe." "What's going on up there? No one else has made it back yet." "Eeyeah, things have gotten a little outta hand so we need to figure a way outta here." Greed scratched his head. "I can't let ya do that." Martel got back into Al's armor as Bradley appeared. "Just what do you want, old man?" Greed asked. "It's the Fuhrer," Addie and Al said, looking at the muscular man with two swords in his hands while four hung sheathed behind him. "What's he doing here?"
"King Bradley?" Martel spat. "Huh? What's the most powerful man in the land doing down here?" Greed asked. "Not that you'd know, but growing old isn't easy." "Huh?" "This year marks my sixth birthday. It's frustrating how your body stops moving the way you want it to. So I'd like to finish this job as quickly as possible and return home." Bradley smiled as he walked toward us. Greed snickered. "I've got an idea. He covers his hand with his Ultimate Shield. "Retire."
Bradley swung and thrust his swords at Greed'd body, cutting across his eye, torso, and legs. He kicked Greed into the wall. "Greed!" Martel shouted. "Shh!" Al and Addie said to her.
*In Devil's Nest*
No one's POV:
Roa slammed his mallet at Armstrong, who met that with his fist and used alchemy to change the weapon part into an Armstrong figurine. "Behold! You have just had the rare pleasure of witnessing the famous Armstrong statuary technic." Roa threw aside his hammer and readied his fists. He ripped off his outer shirt. "Well then, I guess my ordinary methods aren't gonna work..." he removed his jacket to reveal under armor and gained horns in his head. "Hm, well that's peculiar..." Armstrong trailed off as Roa tried to punch him. Armstrong ducked, causing Roa to hit the wall. Armstrong then punched Roa repeatedly.
"We've secured the kids and woman! Now eliminate every last one of these freaks! Those are the Fuhrer's direct orders!" the soldier shouted as they kept shooting at creatures. Roa grabbed Armstrong by the throat and threw him against the wall, sliding his head and causing the wall to break. Armstrong punched Roa in the face and head. The two then began to lane hit on each other. "You are a most commendable adversary, sir..." Armstrong stated as Roa said, "And you're just as tough as ever, Major Armstrong. The last time I saw you in action was the Ishvalan Civil War." "A former ally then...? Even more, a reason to end this; no need to shed blood, surrender." "And let myself be killed?" soldiers showed up and called, "Major!" Armstrong moved as they shot at Roa. Dolcetto appeared, slicing two of them as called to Roa. "Roa!" Dolcetto then cut a pipe which released steam that filled the room. The two used that as their escape.
*Sewers*
Greed and Bradley continued to attack each other. Greed attacked and managed to knock Bradley's eye patch off as Bradley stabbed him through the neck with two swords. "I understand why you think you have an advantage over a man like me since I possess neither your impenetrable Ultimate Shield nor an Ultimate Spear that could pierce any substance. Buy I'll tell you a secret, do you know how I manage to distinguish myself amongst the storms of bullets on the battlefield time after time, rise to my current position?" "You're..." Greed muttered as Bradley continued, "I'm able to see your weakness with my Ultimate Eye." Bradley then pulled the sword's from his neck and said, "Now then Greed...how many times am I going to have to kill you before you stay dead?"
"Where the hell is Greed?" Martel asked. "I don't know." Al stated. "It's too dark to see anything." Abbie said. As they heard footsteps. As Greed got closer, he dropped to the ground, as swords through his neck. "No Greed!" Martel said, lifting Al's head. Al quickly pushed back and said, "Quiet!" "Let me out! Come on, darn it!" "No way!" "I said open up!" "No, he'll kill you!" Bradley walked up to Greed and pulled the sword from his neck and said, "That makes fifteen times you've died now. How many more lives have you got left? Hmm?" "Damn you." Greed muttered. "Ah, crap..." Al glanced to find Dolcetto and Roa, beat up.
"I kinda wished we'd died back there." "Trust me, I'd love to. But I get this obnoxious canine sense of loyalty." He cut cleanly through the chain on Al's limbs. "Do us a favor, kids, and get her outta here." "Protect her," Roa said. "Roa!" Martel yelled, pushing on the bottom of the armored head. "Dolcetto!" The men ran furiously at Bradley, who only chopped one in half, the other by the head. "No!" She cried. "Whoa, that was a little excessive. Killing me is one thing, but they're not coming back." Greed stood behind Bradley. "Pitying the lost lives of your pawns? Pathetic."
"Excuse me? Are you senile? Did you forget who I am, old man? I'm the living incarnation of greed! Those weren't my friends, Bradley, they were my possessions. Money, women, henchmen—they're all possessions!" Flesh crawled up and devoured the naked bone and muscle of Greed's hand. "So killing my henchman is the same as stealing from me! And I don't let people ale what's mine!" Carbon armor grew up his hands and arms.
"Greed," Bradley said, "you grow more pathetic by the second!" He ran quickly through the murky water. He kicked Greed, sliced at him, and did not falter for even a second. Greed jumped and hopped around until finally Bradley caught him. He skewered Greed's body with four of his swords; he fell into the waters, lifelessly. "Now you stay put, I'll be right back." He walked towards Al and Abbie as they backed up a little. "We gotta run."
"Not so fast!" Bradley said, taking a step out of the water. "Well, isn't he the younger brother and young sister of Edward Elric? They didn't hurt you, did they? Can I help you at all?" "Sure– I mean no– I'm fine thanks." Martel then used Al's hand to grip Bradley by the throat as she cried "Die Bradley!" "Martel! Don't do this!" Bradley simply slipped his sword through Al's open neck hole. Blood exploded out of every opening Al's armor had one strip of blood crossed over his seal.
"Al!" Ed called to him as bright light surrounded him. He was then in front of a gate as some white void. Truth sat in front of him with that evil-like grin as he was pulled into the gate. Information was then poured into Al's head as he suddenly saw an image of his mom at the end. "It's mom, wait!" He yelled, reaching out for her. "Mom, wait! MOM!" The Truth grinned. A hand grabbed his own. He looked up and saw that he was on the other side, being rebuilt from his own body that was being ripped apart.
"Al! Wake up?!" Vague voices called out of him. He looked at Ed looking at them from that 'thing' they made. "Al!" Alphonse was not out of his thoughts as he found the guys kneeling in front of him. "Are you alright?" Whity asked as Ed sighed. "Are you alright? You're covered in blood..." Al followed their gazes to the floor as he found his chest piece open, blood leading from it to the body that was covered a little away. "We thought it best open and removed her before you woke." Armstrong spoke as Al buried his helmet in his hands. "I couldn't save her."
"You can't blame yourself Al..." Ed smiles as well as Whity and Abbie. "Come on, let's go home, Kay?... Al?" Ed said with a sad smile. Al stayed silent as Whity asked, "Al?" "Hold it you four..." they turned to find Bradley. "There are still some questions I need to ask you before you leave. Have either of you had any previous dealings with a man that refers to himself as Greed." "Of course not." Ed stated as he continued, "Did you trade any manner of information with him?"
"None at all and the military wasn't mentioned at all." Whity stated as he said, "That's isn't my concern. Let me be more specific: If you arranged a deal that shared any knowledge with him, then I'll execute you four. I'll ask again, did you share any knowledge that might affect the military?" "No. Can we go now?" Ed asked, annoyed. "I am curious about your steel arm and leg, Martin's limb as well, and your brother's body. Is there a connection?" The four looked at him in shock as he laughed and said, "You are an honest kid." "huh?" "Alright men, pull out! You make sure to take good care of your brother, sister, and girlfriend, Edward."
*Izumi's Place*
"I appreciate everything you've done for the Elric siblings, Rockbell." Izumi spoke to Bradley as he sat next to her in a chair. "Oh no it's nothing; it's simply one of our many duties to protect our State Alchemist. But what about you? I'm sure you could use a little extra protection." "You mean as a State Alchemist?" "Why yes, exactly." He gave her a closed-eyed smile. "You're asking a bedridden housewife to join the military? You can't be serious. Is the country really in so much trouble that you'd need the help of someone like me?" he chuckled as he said, "There's no need to be harsh." He stood up. "Well, I will be back. I'll keep my fingers crossed that when I do return, perhaps you'll have a change of heart." He left the room, closing the door as Izumi glared.
*Outside Izumi's Place*
"There's something that I forget to mention," Ed said, polishing Al's frontal torso piece. Greed had an Ouroboros tattoo." "I'm not sure I follow," Armstrong stated, confused. "Think back. The Fifth Laboratory, the Philosopher's Stone? Remember the guy Ed and I told you and Colonel Hughes about?" Whity said. As Armstrong's eyes widened at the mention of Hughes. I stare at him in concern. "Colonel Hughes... I-" he then grabbed Ed and Whity by the shoulder, causing them to look him in the eyes, and said, "Listen you two...don't do anything rash." "Sure..." They trailed off. He then walks off saying, "Well then, good night."
"Brother, Whity..." They turned to Al as he continued, "They're back. All the memories of when my body was taken away. I remember." Ed gasped. "What'd you see?" "Hm..." Al began to waver his hands around, "Well, it was weird. But unfortunately, I didn't find out anything about how to get our bodies back." "That's okay Al." Abbie tried to comfort him. "Guess we haven't made any progress..." Al trailed off as he strapped his chest part back. "No that's not entirely true...remember what the Fuhrer told us back in Central about the unrest amongst the ranks of the Military?" "Mmm hmm. And it all had to do with the Philosopher's Stone and those Ouroboros guys. He said he was trying to get better info on them." Al stated. "Well Greed was connected to them somehow. But if so, why'd the Fuhrer slaughter everyone? If he was trying to figure out what they were up to, why didn't he catch them and make 'em talk?" Whity stated as Al agreed. "Yeah, good point." Abbie said. "Sure does. No matter how you look at it, none of this adds up. We're been warned, but we need to get closer." Ed finished.
Stuff happened as Greed and the rest of the homunculus. The talk was there and Greed was melted and turned to lipids that were drunk by his father.
{Ending song}