Chapter Two; Rescued
"Chaos, forgive me." He whimpered, the man behind him had Mustang's own gun knotched into the small of his back. I swallowed, my throat pressing painfully again the blade. He nodded and I knew what to do. Mustang flicked the sword across my throat, pushing me forwards. I writhed like I was dieing, but all he did was make a tiny scratch. I knew what people looked like when their throat was slit, so I mocked it. After everyone left, I sat up and looked at my sister. The bleeding had stopped, but it was still pretty bad. Crawling to her, I laid her on her back and looked at her face. She looked back at me. I placed my hands on Cleo's stomach and they set on fire. She screamed in pain as I seared the would shut. I felt horrible as I did it but I finished and wiped some dirt off Cleo's face. She smiled faintly but scrunched her face up in pain. I only just realized my throat was bleeding. Running a finger across the scratch, it healed.
"Fyre... thank you." Cleo groaned in pain. I smiled and said in my monotone voice,
"No problem, sis." Cleo smiled. After a while, she passed out from pain.
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