I am Weakness

Al, Captured

Cutting through the air was a distressed scream in the house, Dante flinched at the sound, and Al quickly got to his feet as I grew tense. I knew full well that if that scream belonged to anyone, it was Lyra. Al made his way to the door, now sticking his helmet out into the hallway. But the moment I stood I felt a hand hold my wrists behind my back with an arm looped around my neck. My eyes widen and quickly snapped to the corners. No matter how much I tried I couldn't make out what this person even looked like and my position made me unable to stop a scarred man wearing a pair of shades from grabbing Dante with a knife going for her throat. Al brought his attention back onto the scene in here. Three men, including the one behind me, that we've never made contact with before were holding Dante and I hostage. "We have no intention on hurting you, the old lady, or the girl if you cooperate kid!" The shady man assured.

Al gasped our names upon finally taking in the sight for himself. "Hello." A new voice purred from behind Al.

He took a step to the side and there she was, the owner of this deathly voice. This woman with short blonde hair with one strand trailing down to her collarbone, green eyes that were so vibrant that the light bounced off them and a bright red tattoo that crawled from under the right side of her shirt to her right cheek and made the bland clothes she wore unmemorable. Gritting my teeth together, my eyes searched the room hoping for a way out of this. "Who are you people?" I inquired against the weight around my neck.

"We're kidnappers." The woman stated as another man stepped inside.

This man was overpowering compared to the other attackers. Where these men lacked in muscles and intimidation this man made up for just that by having everything they didn't. He was lean enough to bear a large sledgehammer, white hair that crept to the sides of his face creating rather sharp sideburns underneath his eyes. Al's armor became stiff as the man ducked under the door frame and then stood tall once more. "Who are you kidnapping?"

"You, Alphonse Elric. I'm sorry but you're going to have to come with us."

"But my teacher taught me to never go anywhere with strangers!"

A smaller man with brown and blonde hair sculpted to a point on the back of his head, paled skin, and large blue eyes gave Al an odd look upon hearing his response to this declared ransom. I can only imagine the ordinary response was related to how they wouldn't get away with whatever plots they had in store, but of course Al stood out. "Don't be ridiculous, how old are you?" The man grunted. To which Al quietly responded with the number fourteen. My captor's hold around my neck seemed to loosen, allowing for my breaths to come in and out easier as the scene unfolded. "If you're that old you should be able to think and act for yourself, am I right? Listen kid, if you ever wanna be a man then you gotta act like one! You can't let your teacher run your life forever."

"Right! I should think for myself!" Al replied with a fist pounding into his other hand just as quickly as he thought about what the man said.

He grinned wildly. "Now you're talkin'! Then we're clear, you're gonna come with u-"

Suddenly the man was cut off by Al's hand slamming directly onto the top of his head with great speed and force. As he fell the other comrades stood, frozen by the action taken and how easily it was played out. Yet to be fair the guy did walk into that one by letting his guard down and for thinking that Al would just comply even with the sorry excuse. Right when the thug hit the ground, Al went into a battle stance. "I decided not to go with strangers. That's my decision and mine alone."

Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is alchemy's first law of Equivalent Exchange. In those days, we really believed that to be the world's one and only truth.