Here is my first fan-fic of FMA, so i'm really excited about this one. This is from the FMA movie, Conquer of Shambala, only this time, Alphonse, Roy, Winry, and the rest of the group goes into the parrallel world where Edward is. This is going to be FUN!!!
(Oh, and Bellethial Skywalker wants everyone to know that she has rewritten her FMA story, Blue and Red Don't Mix, and is working on a sequel.) Chapter 1
A Nightmare of Love
"Where am I?" I cried, from a sudden loneliness. The kind of loneliness that tortures and separates you from the rest of the world. I felt that I was in a place where no one cared, so I cried. And yet, I could not feel the warm tears that I would normally feel. My body was stiff and cold and I could not move or breathe. It started to scare me.
I faced the ceiling, seeing nothing but the corners that surrounded it. Then, I quickly notice a white cloud that lingered over my cold, stone body. A few electric currents dashed in this strange, misty cloud, and I wondered, "What happened?"
I started to regain my strength, and I picked myself up. As I looked around, I could hardly see anything through the thick cloud. I could still see static zipping through mid-air.
Then, my eyes caught something that was unfamiliar; my arm. I looked closer at it and realized that my arm was metal. No. Not just my arm, but my entire body. I pull my hand to my face in disbelief and in complete shock.
"This is-"
This was a nightmare. It had to be. From the very moment, I thought that the world had stopped. I was ultimately frightened, but not from my body being completely metal. When I looked at my hand, I saw something… a figure. I saw my brother, and he was in pain. He was crouching low to the floor, and he was clenching his shoulder. Blood was oozing out in between his fingers, and his leg leaked out more blood. His right arm and left leg were hacked off.
He stared straight at me, with his eyes cold and dark, and said, "I'm sorry, Al-"
"Brother!" I ran, unconsciously, and cradled him. "What happened to me? And… your arm?"
"Attaching your soul to the armor was the best I could do with one arm-" he said, trying to make his voice gentle.
"Brother-" I tried to understand, "What about Mom?" I turned my head towards the center of the room, where our revived Mother should be.
"Al, don't look!" He tried to warn him, "It's not human!"
But it was too late. In the middle of the room, I didn't see our mom. Instead, I saw a monster. Its face was deformed, its inside had shown, and blood was everywhere. The thing was sprawled out on the floor, making horrible noises; like it couldn't breathe.
I gasped in horror and yelled, "No…Why? Your theory was perfect?!"
"It wasn't the theory that was wrong, Al." He coughed in pain, trying to breathe, "It was us."
There was, now, silence. No sound was heard but from the thing that continued to breathe heavy. Al stared at his brother, confused, and waiting for a simpler answer. But no words came from his brother's lips. Al looked at him in deep sorrow, afraid for what he feared had come true.
"Brother, Brother?" He gentle shook him, and shook him again, "Brother! No!"
It was no use. Al held his older brother closer to him, now knowing what he could have stopped. If only he said 'no' and stop this life-taking-risk, he wouldn't have to see his brave brother's eyes close for the last time.
In grief and agony, Alphonse Elric screamed to the top of his lungs...