I wiped the blood from my chin, cracking my neck as I stood up, fixing my broken arm.
"What a pain..." I mumbled as looked around. Where am I again? Headstones....creepy ass vibe.
Cemetery.
I turned to see a headstone.
Adam Jones
Huh, weird name.
I must've died again. I dusted myself off, looking around.
...how the fuck am I supposed to get out of here?
I groaned, feeling like shit. Damnit, what the hell happened?!
"Excuse me, sonny."
I turned to see an old man walking towards me with a lantern.
"What are you doing out here so late? Visiting someone? Seems like you've hurt yourself." He said, walking up to me.
"Uh-I was visiting my...mom. I must've hit my head and fallen asleep." I said sheepishly as he nodded. "Uh, can you tell me where the exit is?"
"C'mon, I'll lead yah." he smiled. I smiled back, just hoping to reach the gate soon.
I can't stand people.
But I do admire them.
I'm a walking contradiction.
"I heard some boys dump something over here a few hours ago, but I never inspected it, thought it was a ghost. Seems like you had a misunderstanding with 'em." He told me.
Shit.
So it was Jackson and his stupid bunch of drunk pigs.
Jackass.
"Lucky they ain't kill you, boy." He said.
They did.
"Your family's probably worried about you."
They aren't.
"Gotta be more careful."
Ironic your telling me to be careful when your an old raisin walking in the cemetery at-I looked at my watch- 3:03 on the morning.
We made it to the huge gate, and he opened it, swinging it open.
"Get home safe, now. Don't want your parents crying over their kid." he smiled.
"Thank you sir. Have a good night." I said as I left, walking off.
A cemetery.
The cesspool of carcasses, decayed bodies, tears, and lost souls.
Sounds like me.
I walked on, my feet burning like hell. It'll heal. It always does. I made it to the road, putting my thumb up as cars passed.
Hitchhiker.
A damned Hitchhiker.
I never learn, do I?
I should turn hack and scare the Crap out of Jackson, make him think I'm a ghost and he's going to hell for killing me....or just mess with his shit.
But I was too tired, and I would forget about him eventually. A truck stopped, opening the door.
"Hop in." He said gruffly as I did as said, closing the door and opening the window.
"Thanks." I said as he grunted in response.
"Where to?" He asked.
"...anywhere."
"...What you doing out here, boy?" he asked, eyeing my bloody hands.
Damn it, not again.
"Dunno, sir." I said as the conversation ended.
After falling asleep, I was awoken by yelling.
"-Outta the damn way!"
I looked to see a group of military dispatchers, each one dressed in blue. The Dogs of the Military.
"Damn. They blocked off the roads, seems like some killer is on the loose." he said as I opened the door.
"Heading off?" He asked I left some money on the chair, nodding.
"Thank you." I said as I shut the door, walking through the groups of people watching from the sidelines.
"How tragic..."
"Yeah. I heard they dabbled in alchemy a bit...seems like someone wanted all alchemists dead."
Gossip.
I looked at the few bodies on the floor, blood seeping out. Sighing, I continued on my way, ignoring the people and the military.
"Excuse me." one if the officers came up to me, staring at my bloody hands. "We'd like to ask you some questions." he said.
...Shit.
"I'm in a hurry, my mother-"
"Your mother can wait. We need to inspect the blood on your hands." he said, glaring at me.
Oh, poo.
"Sory about this." I said as my eyes turned black as he stared into my eyes. "You should head back to work." I said before he nodded, walking away.
Sighing for the hundredth time today, I put my hands in my pocket and pulled my hood over my head.
I need to find Hohenheim.
Or that Damn dwarf.
One of those bastard better change me back.
I looked at the scene once more, my grey eyes landing on a pair of green ones. I walked on, not wanting to be bothered by anyone else.
