No! I'm not dead, and I wrote something... REALLY WIERD to get my grove back on!
Summary: Armstrong ignored the queer glances Roy and Hughes gave him, and bounded off to assist Edward in getting into the ambulance.
Word Count: 554
Edward stared in complete and utter terror as Scar approached him, a menacing look in his eyes, one that claimed his life right then and there. Amazingly, Edward was able to suck in a deep gasping breath as the big shadow--the shadow of death--fell upon him.
"Brother!" he heard Al cry. "Brother, RUN!"
But he couldn't... There was no time, and as Scar's hand came down to claim his head, Edward clamped his eyes shut.
There was silence then, and Ed found himself wondering what had happened. A sudden light feeling took over his body and he assumed the worst... He was dead.
And for some reason, being dead gave him motion sickness.
"HAVE NO FEAR, EDWARD ELRIC," a voice boomed, "FOR I HAVE YOU!"
"Major!" Al exclaimed from his spot on the ground. Edward's eyes shot open, and he found himself suspended eight feet in the air, only held up by one of Armstrong's well-muscled arms. He squealed.
Scar stared Alex down. "The Strong Arm Alchemist?" he breathed, taking a step forward. Alex held his ground, and Edward (just then) started to fear for his life and began to squirm.
Somehow one of Alex's huge hands had a firm grip on his waist, almost wrapping completely around it. The iron grip only tightened protectively as he squirmed.
He almost couldn't breathe.
Without another word Scar attacked, fast and furious. Amazingly, Armstrong's build didn't slow him down a bit, and he was just has fast as Scar, and just as good at dodging attacks.
The next few moments were a blur to Ed as the dark alleyway swirled and melted together. Armstrong was moving fast, and quickly readjusting Ed's body as he did so, swinging the teen this way and that as if he weighed nothing, placing his big hands not just on Ed's waist but his wrist, his shoulder, his armpit, his thigh, and his butt. Edward shrieked rather loudly when that happened, and Armstrong looked at him wide-eyed and nervous that he had hurt his precious cargo. "Edward El-" he was cut off as Scar swung another threatening cuff, and in an act of desperation, Armstrong realized he had to get rid of Edward. He threw the blond up in the air.
Edward screamed, Alphonse screamed, Scar screamed. Armstrong, however, sparkled in victory.
Edward did not look happy when he came limping out of the alley, Armstrong in tow carrying the hunk of metal that was Alphonse Elric. Roy and Hughes gaped at the group for a moment, before the Colonel regained his composure and loudly cleared his throat. "Did Scar escape, Fullmetal?" he asked.
Edward only shot him an angry (very angry) glare and turned to stomp away to the nearest medical attendant. But before he had gone far, he turned back and pointed an accusing finger in Armstrong's direction. "You! Don't you ever do that again!"
Roy and Hughes exchanged glances.
Edward turned back to a waiting ambulance and rubbed his tail bone. "I swear, I'm gonna be sore for a week. God..." he hissed. "I think I have a bruise." He limped away, and Roy and Hughes looked at Armstrong with nervous expressions.
Armstrong ignored the queer glances Roy and Hughes gave him, and bounded off to assist Edward in getting into the ambulance.