Jason stood on a dark corner, the streetlight above him cracked and worn. He let out a sigh as he watched the last bit of ash fall from his cigarette. His eyes didn’t take themselves from the lowered gaze, not once did he bother to look up. The townspeople paid him no heed by this time, they all figured he was some kind of fraud, eventually central would send a real alchemist to aid them. “Hush little baby...” He sang in his low tone, ignoring the whispers from all around the town. He could almost taste the gossip in the air. “Don’t say a word...” His eyes finally looked up from their downcast position.
You see, Jason didn’t look down because of any singular reason… He had many reasons he looked down. He looked down because that’s how he counted the number of feet he’s walked. He looked down because that’s how you determine if you are on the right trail, if you can find dropped items or blood splatter for example. He looked down because he didn’t wish to look people in the eye, because he remembers. He looked down simply because he remembers… Every detail he sees, he remembers. He doesn’t want to remember them, to remember the look on their faces.
He didn’t need to remember them, just the man he was after. Now he was where he needed to be, he found the location of where the missing people had been taken. It was an old church, long since abandoned, possibly during the war with Ishbal those many years ago. “Papa’s gonna buy you a mocking bird...” Jason sang, slowly taking his long stride steps to the church grounds. “And if that mocking bird don’t sing...” He pulled another cigarette from his golden holster, the image of a young man and woman tucked inside with the cigarettes and matches.
“Then papa’s going to buy you a diamond ring.” He struck the match and brought the yellow flame to the tip of his cigarette, letting the flame spread and take deep puffs, smoking billowing from his mouth. “And if that diamond ring turns to brass...” He swiped his hand through the air, putting out the flame of the match and tossing it down the mossy cobblestone below. “Papa’s going to buy you a looking glass...”
His black boots clunked against the stone, stomping down the weeds that had grown up between the cracks. “And if that looking glass gets broke...” The state Alchemist pressed his hand against the rotting wooden doors of the church. The force slowly pushing them open with the creaks and cracks of twisted metal. “Papa’s gonna buy you a stuffed billy goat...” His foot steps creaked on the old wooden floor, he could feel it give and sway as he walked across it, looking for signs of the captor.
Beneath the floor boards though was a different story, the rotted chambers of the priests now being used for the sick desires of a demented man. Blood everywhere, but that wasn’t the important part, it was the bones strewn about like last weeks clothing. The psycho was unaware that anyone had stumbled upon his roost and was still happily preparing his next victim. “Fufufufufu….” He laughed, his thick bony fingers contouring around a dull rusted knife.
“Don’t worry my dear… Things will be over soon...” His hair was long and thinning, covering his head like a mass of spiderweb. His blue eyes sunken into his skull, serving to make his crooked nose look all the bigger. This was was a known serial killer, he’d been on centrals radar for nearly twenty years now, but they’d been unable to find him. He was no alchemist, in fact he is a former soldier for the military… He was top of his field in interrogation until he went too far and was discharged….
Now… Jason finds himself moving in on his location...
