Sacrifice [Edward Elric x Reader]

You stand, arm-blade held out in front of you. The man who you stabbed snarls and flicks his knife.

"You've gone too far, (Y/N) (L/N), Metal Alchemist." The man says.

You growl back. "And so have you, targeting a girl like me."

The people behind the man all draw their weapons, and fear settles in the pit of your stomach. It's one against five. I'll never win unless I kill them all at once or something.

The muscly man had a sword, shining in the firelight. The doctor held a scalpel, as expected from a doctor. The women both had guns, a sniper and a handgun. Why she had a sniper for such short distances, you didn't know.

The man in front of you suddenly lunges at you, and you dodge, only to hear gunshots whiz past your ear to hit the wall behind you. The big, muscled man swings his sword at you, and you duck and spin around, only to be grazed in the cheek by the man who had tried to kill you. You suddenly realize that you had forgotten about your own weapon.

Swinging your automail arm at the blond-haired man's legs, you jump up and move around quickly, trying not to become a target to the guns. The man who held you dodges your swing and you slide sideways, a bullet just barely missing your arm. Taking your moment of distraction, the blond person takes his knife and cuts your shoulder deeply. You scream in pain and scramble away.

The doctor was right in front of you. He raises his scalpel and aims for your leg, but you use your arm and deflect his hit. He aims again for your right arm, but you deflect it again. Bang! A gunshot rings the air and a huge pain explodes in your leg and you collapse, gritting your teeth but keeping your guard up as the doctor continues on defense. You bring your right hand down for an uppercut and follows through as hard as you can, only to see a blade slash down through your already injured right shoulder.

Your fists clench and your toes curl as the doctor falls unconscious in front of you. Blood spurts from your shoulder and stars appear in your vision. The blade in your shoulder withdraws and you turn around, taking advantage of your blood and wrecking the ground beneath you, causing the muscled man who sliced your shoulder to lose his balance and fall.

The women shoot at you, but you create a wall to block the shots from coming at you. Clapping your hands, you create a thick wall around the muscled man and turn your attention to the women.

Their eyes were aflame and both held their guns up dangerously. Your eye flits to the blond man who appeared to be attempting to sneak up on you. The wall around the muscled man quivers as he hits it but doesn't give in.

The womens' eyes turn to the man behind you, but goes back on you, as if trying to hide his existence. You begin to feel lightheaded.

Suddenly lashing out to the man behind you with your arm, you stab him in the leg, resist the urge to gag to the sound as you pull out your blade. The women shoot and one misses while the other bullet skims your arm, still scraping you. The man who you stabbed plunges his knife through the right side of your abdomen from the front, and you scream, flailing your arms. You punch the man hard in the temple and he goes unconscious, fist loosening from the blade's handle.

The women adjust their positions and you fall forwards, suddenly finding it hard to breathe. You use your alchemy to create a huge chunk of the ground to hit the women, and they scrape away at the ground. Your hands fly to your chest, and you lie on the ground, each breath sending a shooting pain through your abdomen.

"We'll let you go for now, since you're a candidate for us." A familiar, masculine voice says, "But if you don't come back here in within a week, you'll be found dead in your bed on the eighth day."