Chapter 1- Injury
Rain poured down from the sky as lightning flashed. The trees swayed violently in the storm as the grass around the clearing in the woods flooded. Fallen trees that lie lifelessly on the ground trap the Elric brothers in the woods with a dangerous foe.
"Brother!" Alphonse cried.
"I- I'm fine, Al…" Edward said as he stood up, holding his bleeding right side with his biological hand, "Just a scratch."
"No, you're not fine! Your side is slashed open!"
"No, it's not. I'm fine," he lied as he wrapped his abdomen up with his red jacket, covering the crimson blood.
"Hm. You guys were way too easy. It's a good thing for you I've got somewhere to be, or else I'd rip your other arm and leg off!" A child mocked. The child, about twelve years old, had long, black hair with black, tight-fitting clothes. Each of his arms and legs was a different tint of color than the other. His right arm had the scar of a bite near the shoulder.
"All talk, Wrath. You got lucky this time," Ed said angrily, clutching his injured side.
"Heh… if you say so. But I'm not the one who's bleeding, now am I?" Wrath told him with a cocky grin. "But now I gotta go. Envy and Mommy are waiting for me."
"She's not your mother, Wrath! She's ours!" Alphonse shouted, his metal body scraping against itself as he raised his arm, ready to charge with the ferocity of a lion at Wrath.
"She's not our mother, Al! She's one of them!" Edward yelled back weakly. When Al heard this, he lowered his arm and remained as still.
"Bye-bye, guys," Wrath said, then he bounded across the fallen trees, leaving Edward and Alphonse in a bleak silence, broken only by the sound of rain and thunder.
"D-damn him… " Edward whispered, then he collapsed onto the soaked ground, his eyes closed.
"Brother!" Alphonse shrieked, although the sound of his voice was drowned out by a clap of thunder. "Don't worry, Brother, I'll help you!" He then gently picked Edward up into his cold metal arms and climbed through all of the fallen trees and ran desperately through the woods, not knowing where he was or where he was going.