Excerpt from story two
( : evil gonk: stressed Absolutely, I repeat, absolutely no copying under any conditions what so ever, unless you like being virtually punched in the face, and even then don’t do it! That means you!!!!!!! scream stressed evil )
* Sam is a girl. (She is shorter then Ed, and has long red hair she keeps in a braid. I’ll add full description of her soon. Note, never call her helpless)
** Being short runs in Sam’s family, so they have a technique to make themselves taller.
*** She can, and very well at that.
**** Sam’s left leg is Automail, her real leg was crushed when she was a little kid in an alchemy induced rockslide that also killed her mom and dad.
“What do you mean” asked Al. “Well,” Sam* began, “some kids in the village keep talking about a haunted castle in the center of these woods” “These woods?” Ed asked. “We heard it was the next woods over” “No defiantly these woods.” Sam said. “Anyway, I said I’d go check the place out, and kick any ghosts I might find out the window.” “That was nice of you” Al commented. Yah, well is was necessary, they won’t go into the woods anymore. They’re convinced they will be killed for trespassing into the dead’s domain.” “That’s right,” Al remarked. “We are near your village” Sam nodded and looked Ed up and down. “Wow, you’ve actually grown a bit”. Ed’s eyes narrowed. “Can you spare the height commentary and tell me the family technique already**.” “Not until we figure out about the castle” Sam responded, grinning. “WHAT!!!!!” Ed threw himself at her. Just as Al held him back, commenting, “Honestly, I thought by now you two would have learned to get along” “Not my fault!” Ed replied, still struggling. “Called me short now this!” “Well you are” Sam commented. “Grrrrr, well maybe you have actually learned to defend yourself ***” Ed shot at Sam. Sam’s grin instantly turned to a scowl. She threw herself at Ed. Just as he managed to extract himself from Al’s restraining hold. Once again they were at each other’s throats fighting like cats and dogs,
while Al sighed and tried to separate them. Thinking, “it’s been almost a year and their still like this” “STOP CALLING ME HELPLESS!” “STOP CALLING ME SHORT!” “I DIDN’T!” “YES YOU DID!” “NO I DIDN’T!” “YES YOU DID!” “I SAID YOU HAD ACTULY GROWN!” “IMPLYING THAT I USULY DON’T!” “THAT’S NOT IMPLYED!” “YES IT IS!” “NO IT ISNT!” “YES IT IS!” “NO IT ISNT!”
“So Sam, how have you been. Has your village changed much” Al cut in, in an attempt to stop the fight all the while holding them apart. Sam stopped trying to land a fist on Ed’s face around Al’s armor, and Ed stopped trying to get out of his brother’s grasp and kick her at the same time. “Oh,” Sam began. “I haven’t been there for awhile. There is a lot of new family’s but mostly it’s the same, except.” “Except” Al prompted. “Except you two might not want to go back there unless you feel like getting mobbed” “Why?” Ed asked “because, well Ed, you have your first fanclub. Now I wouldn’t mind that, except that they are very dedicated fans.” “Like how?” asked Al. “Like, Sam! Hey Sam! Mom said you went on an adventure with the fullmetal alchemist! What’s he like? Is it true the things they say about him That he is the hero of the people, and that he has a little brother in a suit of armor? Hey Sam, is it true he doesn’t like milk? I’m never going to drink it again. I’m growing my hair out into a braid too! How long should it be? Wow! His mechanic gave you that leg!**** Can I see it? Can I touch it? I can just imagine you going there Al, “your Edward Elrics younger brother! Wow! Can I have your autograph!
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