Short Stories

The Shelf

*Fullmetal Alchemist*

I could hear the amusement on his lips, "Tell me why you called me in here again?"

The tease was in innocent fun but it was still annoying.

I replied as I pointed to a high shelf, "I need you to get my sketchbook down for me."

I had just moved and asked one of my interns to move in my belongings while I was away to renew my State Alchemist license. Apparently they forgot that I'm only five feet tall, not six. My wall shelves were a little to high for me to reach and I have yet to sternly ask that particular intern to lower them.

"Well," he trailed, "since you asked so politely..."

He reached up to grab it from the shelf, tattoos peeking out of his military jacket sleeves. As he lowered it down from the shelf, he began to grow a sinister smile.

"Brew..." I warned.

He then took off. Out of my study, through the living room, and out the front door.

I yelled as I ran after him,

"Samuel Brewster! Get back here, right now!"

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