EdRoy- Gunshots

EdRoy- Gunshots

The night air was chilling, but he continued to go on. His gloved hands were dully shoved into his pants pockets, which were made of fine black leather. He wore a small, rather light jacket along with a crimson, thick trench coat, which went to his knees. His fine gold fair was tied back neatly in a loose braid, his hair color an exact replica of his eye color. Ed sighed rather loudly,

"Man that Mustang! Always making me stay late for him to repeat the same crap out of his mouth," He replied to himself loudly, "there's always a serial killer around so I don't see why he has to tell me every time!" He continued walking down the street, it was late, the only lights that were visible were the streetlights overhead.

"If I cut through two alleyways I'll get home faster, Al's probably worried to no end." He thought to himself, turning into the first alley. His eyes narrowed as he heard a sudden shuffling noise, he quickly turned, but was shot before he was able t see the enemy. He yelped as the bullet pierced his right leg, blood seeping from his flesh. Unable to stand, he crashed into the hard cement, glaring at his enemy clenching his teeth,

"Why you!" Ed managed to rise, ignoring the agonizing ache coming from his leg in protest. A mere chuckle was heard before he fired again, this time it landed into his side, breaking and forcing its way in between his ribs. A pained moan escaped his lips, as he collapsed, his left hand clutching his right side. His eyes were squeezed tight, but he forced them open as dust entered his eyes. He coughed roughly before thinking,

"Damn…this isn't good…this is bad. I can't move." He was lying on his back, the enemy's grin drilling harshly in his skull. The opponent reloaded his gun, and pointed it down at Ed once more. It fired, aiming directly at his head. He flinched at the sharp noise, and snapped his eyes closed. There was a shuffle and the opponent gasped. Ed's eyes opened abruptly as he realized the bullet had entered his stomach. His vision was blurred and hazy. Blood that was only seeping before now soaked through his precious dark clothing, safe for his coat. Ed attempted to focus his eyes, but only managed to see a blur of blue attacking a blur of gray.  

"M-mus…tang?" He breathed, and then harshly coughed. Blood oozed from his lips and dripped down his chin. His head began to spin and his body began to feel heavy, he couldn't tell what was happening. He began to feel exhausted and he slowly closed his eyes. As he did he heard a cry of defeat. Ed felt cold, his body began to shiver.

"FullMetal," Ed heard his name in a shout, "are you alright?" It was Mustang's voice. He felt his body being lifted from the frigid ground and into the arms of someone warm.

"Who…who…" Ed thought, out of curiosity, he opened his eyes to see the blurred face of the commanding officer he had hated so much.

"Ed? Can you hear me? Don't go to sleep! Stay with me! That's an order!" Mustang said with much concern, this surprised Ed.
"My…orders…?" He repeated, coughing more blood.

"D-don't speak! You'll be okay, you'll be okay…" Mustang warned, tears forming in the corners of his eyes, the first time Ed had ever seen any emotion besides sarcasm out of him.

"C-colonel…you cry like a girl." Ed muttered with a soft smile on his face, before it was interrupted with more blood escaping his lips.

"…I'm sorry." Mustang barely whispered holding the boy close as the Medicals arrived.