"Give her back!" Ed shouted, "Give them both back, damnit!" He couldn't stop the tears that dripped from his eyes. His arms shook as they grew tighter around the body that grew colder with each passing moment. The pool of crimson life below him soaked into his clothing, despite them being mainly comprised of leather. Forty meters away, Edward noted faintly as the battered suit of armor clung to its own broken body.
"What's wrong, Pipsqueak?" A voice mocked back, "Finally understand what war really is?"
"Shut up! You did this!"
Ed felt cold metal brush against his cheek, drawing his attention back to the broken body in his arms. The clouded eyes staring back at him. Not through him. Not past him. But right into his own eyes. "Ed..." The hand dropped to the ground, landing in the growing puddle of crimson life on the ground.
This is war.
"It's not rainbows and sunshine, puppies and kittens, Pipsqueak. It's death and murder."
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I always have short prolouges... oh well.
Hope the story's worth reading.
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