Crazy

Disclaimer-just my plot and maybe one or two lame bad guys, haha.

Central was normally quiet this time of day. Most of it's civilians were home by now as the sun began to set, leaving the city in a peaceful golden hue. The rich color welcomed the evening when the residents could sleep under the ever watching eye of the military. However this night there was an unsettling through out the city. Military police hurried to and fro, following their orders to find what had been stolen.

They were chasing him. He didn't know how long he'd been running, but he was definitely starting to loose steam. Just as he paused to catch his breath, the fatigue attacked his legs. Breathing this heavy caused his ribs to ache and his lungs to burn. He knew if they caught him it would all be over. Either his career or any chance he had to keep what little sanity he still had. This was all for his brother, right? The thought made his heart ache along with the rest of his body. Glancing up at the premature darkening sky, he released a tired moan as he rubbed his left leg. The weather was about to make this situation even worse.

He couldn't let them catch him, though. He could hear the sound of their boots hitting the pavement nearby. Finding his resolve, he pushed himself forward. As he moved around the corner, something small and wet hit him in the face. His body responded with a twinge from his right shoulder. He cussed under his breath, trying not to pay it any mind. Before long he was stopping to catch his breath again. Reaching down, he buttoned his black coat, concealing the folder he was carrying. The object that was causing him so much stress and what they were pursuing him for. Letting out a huff, he readjusted his collar, making sure his hair was securely concealed under it. Just as he turned to make his next move, something flew past his face. The slick object became embedded in the nearby wall, causing his gaze to shift behind him. A second flew at him, this one hitting him right above his left shoulder blade. Hissing at the pain, he squinted down the alley, knowing full well who was chasing him.

'Dammit, Lt. Colonel. He's gonna feel horrible when he realizes who he's aiming for.' Of course he just preferred not to get caught. He hurried away, reaching behind to remove the short blade from his flesh. It had gone in pretty deep but with a grunt he managed to pull it out. He could feel blood seeping into his clothes and gradually dripping down his back.

"Roy, he's heading south!"

'Thanks a lot, Hughes.' He should have known how skilled the Lt. Colonel was when he was investigating a case. All joking aside, no laid back attitude, pictures of his family in their rightful place, tucked away in his wallet. Now it was just business.

Hurrying down another side street, he didn't hear Hughes behind him. Several more raindrops hit his face as thunder sounded in the distance. If it was going to downpour, he wished it would hurry up and start. At least then he might be able to evade them easier. As though the sky heard his thoughts, it started to pour, soaking the city. An ironic smile managed to work it's way across his face. The military would not be as determined to chase after him when it was this miserable out. Just when he thought the coast was clear, there was movement ahead of him, blocking his path. Stopping short, he froze as an all too familiar voice rang out.

"That's far enough," the Flame Alchemist announced, slipping his gloves on.

'Great, he waited to put them on, meaning they're not wet from the rain.' He had been counting on that advantage. There was the sound of a hammer clicking behind him, letting him know the Flames second in command was there as well. If he retaliated with alchemy now, it would give him away for certain. Inhaling sharply, his body reminded him that he was not in top condition for hand to hand combat. Besides he knew these two didn't mess with that kind of thing anyway. They ended conflicts quickly. There was nowhere to run to now, the Fullmetal Alchemist was trapped.