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Blood will spill

Part 1 – The Room

You just stand there, looking fear in the face. Can you see it? Do you see what is coming for you? It is waiting…

Edward woke up in a cold sweat and he was shaking. It was the third time in the last five days that the same dream has come to him, only for him to wake up before he knew what his was looking at. The room he was in was always the same, small but with writing all over the walls, writing in what looked like blood. "That voice, I know I have heard it before, I'm sure this time." Ed said into the darkness, the moon reflecting only a small amount of light into the small room. Ed got onto his feet and went to the door. He opened it slowly, just enough to see into the hall. It was empty. He opened the door more, creeping into the dark and quiet hall.

He could hear the voice again, the voice from his dreams.

It is coming for you today, the monster that wants your heart, you soul…

"Al? Alphonse? Are you here?" His own voice frightened him slightly; it was echoing thought the hall. He walked slowly, not wanting to make a sound. He could hear the sound of his breathing, and nothing else. "Al? Are you here?" He asked again, but no answer. He went to the kitchen, and turning a light on he felt less alone. There was a note sitting on the counter near the sink. Ed went over to read it, hoping it was from his brother, but as he started reading, his heart sank even lower.

To The Fullmetal Alchemist:

We need you. Come to the industrial building 3, north of the docks. If you do not come to the building, you brother, along with any you care for, will be taken away from you, one at a time. The pain from this will be far worse than anything else we could do to you. If you value your brother's soul come swiftly and silently, bring no one.

Sincerely

Yuki Katashi

Ed stared in disbelief; they had taken Alphonse from him. Tears filled his eyes and he punched the wall beside him. Damn! How could I let this happen to my little brother? He ran up the stairs getting dressed as fast as he could, he grabbed his pocket watch and ran out the door. He never stopped, he ran as fast as he could to the industrial building, his breathing much faster and louder that earlier that night.

When Ed had finally arrived at the industrial building He could see that the lights inside the building were on, well half of them anyways. He clapped his hands together and hit the ground, making a ramp up to the nearest window. The cold wind was finally setting into his body and he shivered. He climbed thought the window, and fell to the ground with a loud thud.

The voice was back, cold and chilling this time, a shiver ran down his spine.

I will kill for you, and in return you shall fear me, me and my power. I need the last ingredient. Your blood shall spill!

There he saw it, the same room that was in is dream, with writing all over the walls, the blood writing.

The door opened from behind him and he spun around to see a young man, with snow white hair, and icy eyes. The man walked up to Ed, laughing to himself.

"Who are you? Where is my brother!" Ed looked at the man, who just stood there and smirked.

"I am Yuki Katashi, leader of this so called gathering. As to where you brother is, he is on the top floor. You can see him all in good time, as long as you go along with my…plan." As he said the last word me laughed, a laugh that made Ed shudder.

"What is the plan then?" Ed looked at the man, but couldn't hold his gaze.

"Well look around you Fullmetal, see the blood on the walls? That is from all the people that have gone with…lets call it The Plan…The final blood inscription we need is yours, or your friends and loved ones all die, simple, no?" Edward winced, he knew what the man meant, if he didn't give up his life, everyone else would pay. He felt a sting behind his eyes, and a tear feel to the cold hard ground. Then a thought hit him.

"Why do you need me? Why can't you use your own?" his voice was shaking, fear filled him.

"Simple really, you have been through the Door. We need you to finish The Plan!" He stated getting frustrated; it was obvious he just expected Ed to give up his life. Ed clapped his hands together, but was interrupted. "No use fighting back, Fullmetal. If you do, your brother will die."

Ed just looked at him, as if looking past him, in disbelief. Am I going to die here? He shook his head, "No, you are lying, you can't do this."

The man laughed yet again. "You want to bet?" then he whispered something into the microphone pinned on his suit.

The door suddenly opened in front of him, and he stared in disbelief at the dark-haired person who walked through the door.

"Roy? Roy what are you doing here, why are you with these people?" Ed the saw he didn't have his gloves on, and was chained up. He looked afraid not only for himself but for Ed as well, which was unusual for him.

"Now boy! You think I am lying? Watch the extent of my power!" He grabbed Roy, and threw him against the wall, the impact made Roy cringe in pain. His eyes were covered by his black hair so Ed could not see his eyes. The man them grabbed a sword from one of his henchmen and stabbed him thought the back. Roy could feel the sudden throbbing in his lower back and the blood spilling out of him. Blood was now all over the floor, the crimson colour staining all it touched, slowly creeping to the place where Ed was standing.

"I'll let you think about our proposal in here, you can keep him. He's as good as dead." The man left and Ed was now all alone in the room with a dying Roy Mustang. Ed went over to Roy, to see if it was possible for him to have survived. Roy was crumpled on the ground, still breathing, but it was forceful.

"Roy? Roy can you talk?" His voice seemed really small and weak to him. Ed picked up Roy and put his head on his own lap. Ed could now see the blood that was flowing from his mouth. Roy let out a cough, blood flying from his lips.

"Ed…They h-have…" Ed could see he was having trouble talking. "Al…Winry…Riza…Hughes…"

Ed covered his lips. "Don't talk, you'll waste all you're energy, then how will you be able to snap you fingers at me, or tell me how short I am?" Ed was smiling, but inside it felt like his heart being ripped out of his chest. Tears were now coming, a steady flow that no matter how hard Edward tried he just couldn't stop them.

"Roy, I never really got to say anything, but all the times I said I hated you. What I really meant was…Roy, thank you for being my friend, and always helping me out…" Ed finally looked down at Roy, His eyes were glassy and his chest was no longer moving. He had died here, with and because of Ed. He got up slowly and placed Roy against the wall, then he looked towards the door. He had made the decision. I will not allow my friends to die like this! It's just not fair! Ed took one final look back at his friend and set forward, ready to meet his destiny.