The Alchemy Prodigy

"How is this even remotely possible?!" Ed exclaimed as he hit the table.

He continued ranting, "God! He shouldn't be alive! I mean it's apparent we are not in our own time! So how the hell is he still here?! Why isn't that bastard dead?!"

He continued to kick and punch things over.

Things are making a little more sense. They didn't know about any of this because they didn't belong to this time.

I looked at Al and asked, "Al what year was it the last time you checked?"

Al responded, "1899."

I nodded and said, "Well that that confirms it. You two jumped ahead in time about 100 years."

Ed growled out, "That still doesn't explain how Hohenheim is still alive."

Al responded, "Maybe he used the same alchemy we did to get here."

Ed yelled in rage, "AHHHH!"

Ed clapped his hands together and made a stone statue on the table.

It was of a man with long hair pulled into a ponytail, a pair of glasses, and a beard that stretched across his square jaw. He wore an old coat and held a briefcase. His looks were similar to Ed, so I assumed this must be their father.

He transmuted again, only this time turning part of his automail into a long sharp blade that stretched across his fist, tearing his white glove.

In one swift move, he took his arm sword and cut the statue in half, causing it to fall to the floor, only leaving the head in one piece, as the rest shattered into dust.

He yelled toward the broken statue, "TAKE THAT YOU BASTARD!"