Silence hung heavily in the car. The atmosphere was awkward, not a word spoken. I preferred it like this anyway; the quiet suited this situation. My story has not changed from before, but the heavy atmosphere gave me a chance to think. My mind buzzed with activity, wondering where they were going to send me. Was I going to be locked up? Were they going to perform experiments on me? As all these scenarios popped into my head, I surprised myself as my head was seemingly clear from fright.
At that moment, someone knocked on the car window. I looked out and saw that we stopped at Central Headquarters, the sun high in the sky. Not that I cared. Seconds, minutes, hours; made no difference to me. It's all time. It didn't matter to me anymore, especially if I had no reason to think of it. All I thought about was the current present, being that I was pulled out of the car by the hand of the man who had knocked the window.
I pulled my hand out of his grasp and looked him in the eye. He's probably in the age of his prime, and yet his left leg seemed to have received permanent damage. Same with his right arm, which he used to grab me. Instead of touching the usual warmth of human, I had felt the cold of metal under his glove.
Crossing my arms, I faced the young man, curiosity getting the better of me.
"Where are your limbs?"
The man's face fell, eyes scrutinising me with caution. There, a familiar emotion finally filled the eyes of those who stared at me. I glared back, noticing the unnatural shade of gold in his eyes. His hair too was gold, and was tied back into a ponytail. His bangs hung over his forehead, and I tilted my head.
"Please excuse her, Edward. She hasn't been around others very often."
Appearing behind me, Mustang started chuckling, like he had heard a funny joke. Why was he so carefree? Now that I thought about it, why didn't everyone take this seriously? I spun on my heel, facing towards the raven haired man and questioned him of his intentions.
"What do you intend to do with me? Are you sending me off for testing?"
Mustang's eyes hardened with emotions, finally regarding me with fearsome eyes. I stood my ground, waiting impatiently for an answer. He shook his head, affirming to me that I wasn't to be shipped to a laboratory.
"You'll be apprenticed by Edward Elric, who is that man behind you. Don't underestimate him; he is the youngest State Alchemist in history to pass the test."
Turning around, I looked at Elric. He had a grin taking up half his face, joyful eyes pointed in my direction. Tucking my hands in my pockets, I looked away from him, hoping he understood my reluctance to study alchemy.
He didn't take the hint.