Here to help (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood)

Night at the Prison

Another metal body jumps down from the roof and swings at Al. I jump away and look for an opening to stop the attacker.

The man continues to swing his blade at Al until Al jumps back.

"You move pretty well for your size," the man speaks as he takes his blade that was stuck on the ground. "If you didn't though, it wouldn't be worth the effort to cut you down."

"You will cut no one," I glare as I move so that I'm besides Al.

"Who are you," Al questions.

"I'm number 66," the man responds. "Well, that's the name they gave me when I came to work here anyway." He takes both of his blades and crosses it over his chest and part of his jaw. "And I'm going to cut you up nice and neat."

Al and I get into a fighting stance and prepare for anything this man has in store for us. Which, to us, it seems like a lot.

"All you have to do is sit back and scream!"

I jump up onto Al's back and then jump back up to attack the guy. He began to swing his blades, so in order to avoid them I just went and jumped off his head. That, however, caused me to get cut in my arm and leg. They were not deep, but they still hurt like hell.

Al then punched him and sends him flying towards me , allowing me to kick him up into the air. His fall being even more heavy.

I jump back towards Al as the guy stands.

"Dammit," he looks towards us. "Why can't you just sit still for a second and let me cut you up."

He runs towards Al and swings, yet Al dodges and punches the guys helmet off.

"A-ash," Al begins. "He's empty."

"What do you...," I look at the guy and see that he is in fact empty. I frown. "How are you like that? Who did this to you?"

He laughs and goes to pick up his helmet. "There's a bit of a story behind that. Would you like to hear?"

"This makes this all different," I mutter to myself.

"It's a pretty good story, you probably already know it though," the guy begins. "It all starts with the man by the name of Barry. Once upon a time, right here in Central, there was a butcher named Barry who loved his work. His favorite part was cutting up the meat into tiny little pieces. But, one day Barry found that cutting up beef and pork wasn't enough anymore. So he took to the streets and began cutting up people instead. Night after night. In time, of course, Barry was caught. But not before 23 victims had fallen prey to him and his knife. Naturally, after terrorizing Central for so long, Barry was sent to the gallows for his wicked deeds. And the world was happily rid of yet another evil man. At least, that's what everyone out there believes. But, our story isn't over yet. We haven't even reached the good part. Barry isn't actually dead, you see. He's very much alive and charged with guarding a certain place. Only without his body. Yes that's right! He's standing in front of your very eyes."

He begins to spin around. "I am the infamous serial killer: Barry the Chopper."

"Sorry," Al starts. "I've never heard of you."

"Yeah, me neither," I shrug my shoulders.

"We're from a little town in the east," Al continues. "So..."

"Fine," Barry yells. "But even if you don't know who I am, shouldn't you at least be a little scared? Shouldn't you be going 'AGHHH' or 'what happened to your body?' Or something?"

Al then takes his helmet off to show that they are the same.

"AGHH!," Barry points at Al. "What happened to your body freak!"