My hands
They shake
The hard,
Cold,
Metallic taste of adreneline
Stings the back of my throat
" I would say it's a coincidence girl, that God has placed the two of us in front of each other. But it's an act of God, not a coincidence."
I hate
The cold, deceiving
Red, murderous
Glint to
Your eyes.
I make strangled
Whimpering
Squeaks.
My breath hitches.
The flavor
Of salt
Stains
My
Lips.
My eyes
They travel
Franticly trying
To flee away
From your
Clenched fists
Ground teeth
And ghastly
Scar.
I concentrate
On my fingers
My fingers
That lie
Right
By
A
Gun.
My hands
Crawl foward
Grasping
Grabbing-
"No Winry! What are you doing?"
" Yes girl, you know you want to."
Conflicting words...
Conflicting choices...
Mom...
Dad...
I jerk
My arms upward
Flicking my wrists
Straight.
My hands
Still shake.
Their vibrations
Spreading through
My body.
"WINRY! Don't do this!"
"Shoot me. I deserve it."
You close
Your eyes shut.
As if in
Anticipation
I can't move
I cant breathe
What can I think?
What can I do?
You unclench your hand.
Place it
Not
A foot
From my face
I flinch
"If you shoot girl... I will be your enemy."
"YOU LEAVE HER ALONE!"
Somthing warm
Someone warm
Shoves me aside
Arms spread
Out wide
As if
He would
Set off flying
Any
Moment.
Ed...
"YOU WON'T HURT A HAIR ON HER HEAD, YOU HEAR!"
For a moment
Just a moment
I can read
The astonished
Look
On Your
Face
Then you blink
Shake it off
Your eyes
They glow
A bloody scarlet
Once more
" You're an act against God."
You plunge foward
Legs pivoting
Hand outstretched
-BOOM-
A .
Single.
Trail.
Of.
Blood.
Rolls down your cheek
Spattering
On
The
Ground.
Ed.
He pulls me close
Shielding
My body
With his own.
As the shots
Rain overhead
As your grunts
Of pain
Fill the air
As the soldiers
Do
What I should have
What I could have
Done
I peek out
Between Edwards sheltering arms
I see you run.
I see you glance behind
I see your eyes glitter
With something dangerous
You can run
But can you hide?
My body
Shakes harder
As the shots
Go silent
My arms
Still stretched foward
Feel as though they're
Dead.
Ed
Scoots away
Head lifting
Until his eyes
Meet mine.
" Let go of the gun Winry."
I sob,
Silently shaking
My head
I still
Stare blankly
At the spot
Where you used to stand
You're gone
"Winry?"
He says softly.
"Do you remember.."
He removes one of my fingers
"When you delivered that baby..."
Another finger
"In Resembool..."
Another one.
" You gave me an arm..."
"And a leg..."
"You're not..."
" Made to kill, Winry."
"I know.."
" That these hands..."
He removes one last finger.
The gun clatters
To the ground
"... are made to create."
Ed clasps
My hands
In his own
My hands
That are made
To create.