ShadowCloud62
Child at Heart
Decided to write a rather short story about Full Metal Alchemist. Only a few chapters, not a huge thick novel...
Anyways, the prologue
Prologue
I'll never forget that day.
Funny how that day started off sunny and once the sun set, it began to rain. It was as if Mother Nature sensed what we were about to do.
Yes, I often think back, often dream about that night when I sleep. Hell, I rarely sleep anymore. I'm always laying down, thinking, about every lead, every stone we hadn't turned yet.
Often I'd hear the clanking of my brother's armor moving around in a corner. I'm not sure if he slept either. But I often remained as still as a statue with my eyes closed, pretending I'm asleep. I don't want him to worry.
However, even if I keep my eyes closed, and force myself to surrender to slumber, that day floods my mind. It's like trying to escape yet you can't. You're always found, always being dragged back to the place you don't want to go.
And then she comes into my mind. I still remember her kind smile, yet unfortunately I remember her crying whenever she was alone.
And then I go further back. Further into my earliest memories. I often grunt in my "sleep" and turn to my side. He pops up in my mind. Those early memories mostly contain him. I sometimes want to laugh out loud.
He wasn't a father. All he cared about was his goddamn research. He left us....and her....to rot.
He tore her apart.
And then, like a knife slicing into someone's skin the memory of that day comes to me. I remember my brother, reaching out to me, looking terrified, and me, stupid me, reaching out and then falling, realizing only then I just lost my leg.
The pain was enough to have me collapse, but the emotional pain and shock was what hurt even more.
And then I saw what we created.
I often turn in my bed at night, as if moving will bore that image out. I remember screaming, and then grabbing the nearest armor and drawing the blood seal, screaming for the truth to spare my brother.
And then I lost my arm.
Yes, I feel my arm and leg at night. It hurts sleeping on bolts and screws, but you get used to it. I bear it. It's nothing compared to what my brother goes through.
Anyways, the prologue
Prologue
I'll never forget that day.
Funny how that day started off sunny and once the sun set, it began to rain. It was as if Mother Nature sensed what we were about to do.
Yes, I often think back, often dream about that night when I sleep. Hell, I rarely sleep anymore. I'm always laying down, thinking, about every lead, every stone we hadn't turned yet.
Often I'd hear the clanking of my brother's armor moving around in a corner. I'm not sure if he slept either. But I often remained as still as a statue with my eyes closed, pretending I'm asleep. I don't want him to worry.
However, even if I keep my eyes closed, and force myself to surrender to slumber, that day floods my mind. It's like trying to escape yet you can't. You're always found, always being dragged back to the place you don't want to go.
And then she comes into my mind. I still remember her kind smile, yet unfortunately I remember her crying whenever she was alone.
And then I go further back. Further into my earliest memories. I often grunt in my "sleep" and turn to my side. He pops up in my mind. Those early memories mostly contain him. I sometimes want to laugh out loud.
He wasn't a father. All he cared about was his goddamn research. He left us....and her....to rot.
He tore her apart.
And then, like a knife slicing into someone's skin the memory of that day comes to me. I remember my brother, reaching out to me, looking terrified, and me, stupid me, reaching out and then falling, realizing only then I just lost my leg.
The pain was enough to have me collapse, but the emotional pain and shock was what hurt even more.
And then I saw what we created.
I often turn in my bed at night, as if moving will bore that image out. I remember screaming, and then grabbing the nearest armor and drawing the blood seal, screaming for the truth to spare my brother.
And then I lost my arm.
Yes, I feel my arm and leg at night. It hurts sleeping on bolts and screws, but you get used to it. I bear it. It's nothing compared to what my brother goes through.