Chapter 3: God's lost Child, becomes a normal lost child
Charlotte woke up in a dusty room, with dim lighting. She got her bearings slowly, and pulled the covers off her body. She walked along a narrow hallway, until she came completely into the main body of the hidden network. There were two long table s near the entrance, which were plastered with older documents and books. She spotted a small bent figure in a chair stunted against the window sill. She ambled over to it, and recognized the boy from last night. She shook his shoulder gently, and he grumbled a barely audible curse. She smacked the back of his head, and he sat up instantly. He scanned the room with large and alarmed eyes, and when they rested on her, he lost all excitement. She surveyed his more notable features, like his height, and hair. But the most eerie thing, was his eyes. They looked familiar, but she couldn't place them. He suddenly stood from his perch, and climbed down from his inch high step. He strode over to the large tables, and found a small cloth bag. He untied the old string, and emptied the contents onto the table. 700 cens were in that bag. Charlotte gasped, and the boy turned, and strangely smiled at her.
"Well, what to do with these, huh?" He stuffed them all back into the bag, and grabbed his cloak. His undergarments were familiar too. So was the cloak, with the Flamel cross on the back... He suddenly clasped the handle of the door, and pulled, being careful not to let the boxes fall on top of himself. He pushed them out of the way, and surveyed the alley, before signaling to Charlotte to follow him. She crawled carefully over the boxes, and landed loudly on the hard flagstones. The sound echoed and broke through the early morning silence of the plaza. The boy led the way over to an abandoned building, and opened the door silently. He let Charlotte go first, and quickly followed. She marveled at the amount of steps, and was brought back, by the sound of shuffling. She turned her head to see the blond boy taking off his cloak. She felt her face grow red as she watched him undress until his shirt was off. She quickly turned around. Her current thought were interrupted by a sudden impact to the back of her head. She felt something slide onto the floor, and bent down o see what it was. It was the cloak that the boy had just been wearing. He was now dressed in a form-fitting turquoise flannel with rolled up sleeves, and black skinny jeans. He had changed his previous shoe, to a more casual one, with no laces. Either that, or he head tucked the flaps under the end of his pants. She gasped as she saw the watch hanging from his brown belt. A state Alchemist?! She began to back away, but her turned and grabbed her by the hand, leading her out the door. The sun wasn't even above the rooftops, and it was cold. She kept wondering how he could even handle those sleeves, but noticed that he was shivering just as much as she was. He led her down another alleyway until they were at a conjunction to a seemingly bust street. He turned top her, and eyed her. He looked again, and without warning, used his right hand to shove her into a pile of garbage bags. He bent over her face, and didn't move, until the footsteps were gone. He sighed with relief, and pulled her up. He promptly apologized for that, and pulled out the bag of coins.
"We should get you some new clothes. You'll be recognized in those." He ambled out into the street, and Charlotte followed. She reached out to grab his hand, and felt insane cold. She withdrew her hand, and looked at his. It was automail. Instead, she pulled the coat tighter around herself, and followed in silence as he led her down the cold and lonely streets of Central plaza.