Riza was frustrated with Zira, however, she decided not to get too angry with her. There was really no point in it. One day, Zira was walking outside. She wanted to get some fresh air, but she would get an extra surprise.
"Figured you'd be here."
Her eyes widened. She whipped around. The tall man stood before her, a smirk on her face. "I have nothing to do with you, leave me alone," she said, backing away.
"Don't be like that Zira, c'mon." Zira quickly began walking away, but the man followed. Zira was alone, with no one really around that could help her. "It seems as though my sources were correct, you've become a state alchemist, how cute..." He gestured to the chain of Zira's pocket watch.
"Tch. Shut up. I don't see you doing anything." "Not yet, Zira." Her eyes grew wide once again, her icy blue eyes full of fear.
"What do you mean, 'not yet?!'"
"You'll find out, soon enough... I just thought I'd give you a heads up. But it's not like you can prepare for it anyways."
The man walked away, leaving Zira standing there, terrified. She went back to Central, clearly shaken up. She sat down, shaking a bit. She clenched her left hand into a fist, staring down at her right one.
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"No, please!" "Shut up brat, you don't have a choice!" The man yelled, as the young girl, only six, was held down. He came at her, the large knife in hand. He put it right at her shoulder. Her breaths were heavy, as she watched the blade.
He moved the knife, back, and forth, over and over again, adding more and more pressure.
However, he did it slowly, as the poor girl screamed in pain, tears running down her face.
Later, when it was all finally over, another man worked on making sure she didn't bleed out.
They weren't done yet.
One came in with the automail, which looked like a normal arm, placing it where her real arm had been. He began attaching it to her arm, driving the screws that kept the metal arm attached into her flesh. She cried out, screaming for help that wouldn't come...
