He paced by and forth. It wasn't like him to be nervous, but this was a very delicate process. Hours passed with screams being heard from the one he loved. He decided to sit down and try to relax, this proved to be impossible as he couldn't keep his body still. He tapped his feet, "What if she doesn't make it?" he wondered "what If it's the same as last time!" His heart was pumping.
The pain of the thought was relieved from him, as another much sharper was placed upon him. "It's a miscarriage" The doctor said grimly.
"no… "No…." Hohenhiem rushed to his lover, tears filled her eyes. "I'm sorry dearest" Trisha coughed. "It looks like we really are cursed." Hohenhiem could not do anything but hold his Trisha tight. Tears ran down both of their faces. It's just the same... just the same as the last one.
Hohenhiem looked to his book. It's been a month since the miscarriage. He couldn't accept that this had happened, he deserved it… but not her, never her. Trisha wanted a child. She wanted them so bad. The two she had already lost. She wouldn't accept any others, He knows this. He closed his book and began to walk out of his study. Every day was a struggle to keep Trisha smiling. She blamed herself for the miscarriages, though Hohenhiem knew better and he tried to convince Trisha of the truth. She wouldn't let the blame fall on him, she was convinced it was because she was incapable. "Trisha dear?" He called out to his wife. "I'm going to go work on the leak in ceiling!" He called once more, to no reply. This was normal, there was no outburst so she must be asleep.
BANG BANG the hammer shook the newer house by the foundation. As he took breaks to stop the sweat dripping into his eyes, he heard his loved one quietly crying. BANG BANG BANG He stopped once more, and it was even more pathetic and shrill now. He couldn't take it… she was suffering, because of him. He must make this right.
It was painful. Pulling them out of himself, his own body. It was even more painful though, to dig up the bodies… This was the only way, without attempting the horrid taboo. He just hoped that the human vessels would be enough to keep them that way. With everything ready. He let go of his pride, and he let go of his greed. This was for his wife, the one he loved with all of his heart. He clapped his hands forming a circle around him, and slammed them to the ground. The sparks flew around him and the corpses on the floor. As the sparks grew into a bright light, he was blinded.
"Waaahhhhhh aahhah Waaaahhah!"
He let go a smile.
"Hoho honey?" his wife hurried down the hallway. "What is that noise?"
"Come in Trisha dear!"
"I have a surprise for you".
