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// Knock! Knock! 
// Story: Ghosts of the Past 
// by Squibdude98 
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"Well, as you can guess, I was fucking pissed" He said with his English accent. "The only kind person in this world who hasn't tried to kill me and now she's out cold. I had had enough, time to take this up to higher management.". I checked my inventory, 2 semtexes, a cube of C4, my magnum with 20 rounds of ammo, and my lmg with 300  rounds of ammo. "Well, I guess I can make a slingshot. I might be able to make some fire charges." 

"I had only enough firepower to take out a platoon or so.  I was in way over my head. I was not ready for the fight you guys would put up. You were so brave and strong. It was like I was fighting your best, supermodels."

"That's it were done." the interrogator moaned while he left the room. Simon could just see the look of dread on his face as left the building realizing he'll have to do this again tomorrow.f.

"WHAT DO YOU MEEN YOU'RE DONE!!!!!!!"

"Great, miss Sparkle Butt." Simon could here the lecture going on in the other room. He could here the man crying, poor bastard didn't stand a chance.

"THIS MAN BROKE INTO THE CASTLE AND YOU JUST GIVE UP ON QUESTIONING HIS MOTIVES! HE PUT THE PRINCESS IN A COMA AND ALL THAT STOPPED HIM WAS ED'S ALCHEMY! YOU PUSSY PEACE OF SHI... oh Ed." 

The door opened with a SLAM! and a midget in a red coat. His blonde hair bounced and his blue eyes looked red as he starred down on Simon. "How did this pint sized brat beet me" Simon thought.

"DONT CALL ME PINT SIZED!!!"

"How did you...... Never mind."

"NOW, LISTEN TO ME YOU BARBARISH BASTARD--"

"Oh, such big words. How long did it take you to prepare this speech. I bet your mommy had you practice all nigh---" SMACK!

Ed punched him the face right there and then. He could taste blood in his mouth.

"ARE YOU DONE WITH YOUR QUIPS, GOOD." Ed calmed down a minute and began to talk normally. "Now, who are you"

"Well, I don't like telling people my life story, but my names Ash Williams, and that( nods head over to his SMG) is my BOOMSTICK!!" 

"CRUNCH!!

The sound of Simons nose breaking echo's in the room. Blood flows through his nostrils. His mask was off so the blood fell to his shirt.  His hooves was very strong. It felt like he was hit by a metal bat. After the room stopped spinning, he got back to the matter in hand. He knew that it would take more then that to break him. He was trained to be tough, he would not back down to the enemy.

Edward was surprised that he recovered so easily. Most people take at least a  minute or so.

"Is that all you got, looks like your talk is more than your bite. Your just like a Chihuahua."

"DON'T CALL ME SHO-"

A visitor strutted in the room and interrupted Ed mid-rage "SHUT UP" he said, "Both of you." He looked over to Ed with a sturn look in his eyes. "I have been sent to assist you in your "Interview"."

"And who are you then." they both said in unison.

"The name, is Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes."