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deadeye_shot) wrote2018-07-06 06:43 pm
deadeye_shot) wrote2018-07-06 06:43 pm
Rain of Sorrows
On the hunt for the Elric brothers throughout East City--before Scar, the alchemist killer, can get to them--Hawkeye drives.
Of course she does. Hawkeye loves the man, but Mustang can't drive his way out of a paper bag. His knee jiggles continuously on the ride to Shou Tucker's estate. This annoys her, but she doesn't tell him to stop, merely concentrates on getting to the boys as soon as possible.
In the seat behind her, Second Lieutenant Havoc lights up a cigarette. He's not in the office, and he's nervous, so clearly he thinks smoking in the field is fine. There are eleven soldiers all together--including the large Major Armstrong, the Strong Arm Alchemist--speeding along the streets in three separate cars.
When they arrive at the Tucker estate, screeching to a halt on the curb, they find that the boys are not there. Clearly there's been a fight; residue from alchemical equations are everywhere.
"Where could they be?" Havoc says, puffing along like a chimney.
"Put that out," Hawkeye says, and he obediently drops the cig to the ground and crushes the lit cherry under his heel.
East City smells like rain and car exhaust and desperation. The clouds roll in, dark and thunderous, pregnant with a storm. The first few scattered drops fall on the soldiers' heads, and Havoc won't quit grinding his stupid cigarette into the asphalt.
"Drive," Mustang orders, his voice rough. He can't lose a subordinate. Not the Elrics. Not them. "Drive around until we find them. They can't have gotten far."
So Hawkeye drives.
When they finally find Ed and Alphonse Elric, Scar, an Ishvalan, has damaged both of them. Scar's right hand deconstructs and explodes things: buildings, water, people. Alphonse lies in an alley, his empty suit of armor blown out at the middle, and Ed's automail arm is completely destroyed. The contingent of soldiers scrambles to get out of their cars and aim their weapons, not having been noticed by the serial killer, who is intent on destroying his prey.
The golden-haired Elric lies listlessly in the street as Scar advances. He inches closer to the blond, lowering his hand to the boy's head, muttering about the will of Ishvala. Alphonse is screaming.
Mustang shoots a pistol into the air, shocking the killer into a stupor. "That's far enough, Scar!"
Of course she does. Hawkeye loves the man, but Mustang can't drive his way out of a paper bag. His knee jiggles continuously on the ride to Shou Tucker's estate. This annoys her, but she doesn't tell him to stop, merely concentrates on getting to the boys as soon as possible.
In the seat behind her, Second Lieutenant Havoc lights up a cigarette. He's not in the office, and he's nervous, so clearly he thinks smoking in the field is fine. There are eleven soldiers all together--including the large Major Armstrong, the Strong Arm Alchemist--speeding along the streets in three separate cars.
When they arrive at the Tucker estate, screeching to a halt on the curb, they find that the boys are not there. Clearly there's been a fight; residue from alchemical equations are everywhere.
"Where could they be?" Havoc says, puffing along like a chimney.
"Put that out," Hawkeye says, and he obediently drops the cig to the ground and crushes the lit cherry under his heel.
East City smells like rain and car exhaust and desperation. The clouds roll in, dark and thunderous, pregnant with a storm. The first few scattered drops fall on the soldiers' heads, and Havoc won't quit grinding his stupid cigarette into the asphalt.
"Drive," Mustang orders, his voice rough. He can't lose a subordinate. Not the Elrics. Not them. "Drive around until we find them. They can't have gotten far."
So Hawkeye drives.
When they finally find Ed and Alphonse Elric, Scar, an Ishvalan, has damaged both of them. Scar's right hand deconstructs and explodes things: buildings, water, people. Alphonse lies in an alley, his empty suit of armor blown out at the middle, and Ed's automail arm is completely destroyed. The contingent of soldiers scrambles to get out of their cars and aim their weapons, not having been noticed by the serial killer, who is intent on destroying his prey.
The golden-haired Elric lies listlessly in the street as Scar advances. He inches closer to the blond, lowering his hand to the boy's head, muttering about the will of Ishvala. Alphonse is screaming.
Mustang shoots a pistol into the air, shocking the killer into a stupor. "That's far enough, Scar!"