Author's Note: Hello to all readers! I'm here again with something new :) A whole new fic is here, The Sightless Alchemist. I have played with this idea a long time, but never really thought if I would bring it into action. But as I put a description into my other fic, Alienized, it seemed, though not incredibly much (No offense to my readers here), that the feedback I got there was pretty positive so I figured "Why not?" and began to write it. Though I have a thing for short chapters it seems...

But for those you who really begin to like this, I'm sad to say that the updates will be pretty slow since I'm still going to work on Alienized. But one or two chapters will come, mostly for me to find out of I really want to continue it and if the feedback is worth working for. But I still liked the overall idea really much and I though it might be a good change from all the fics where Ed gets amnesia, this has a whole other issue if any of you figured it out in the summary :P

Anyway, on with the story, I hope you guys will enjoy the fic be patient for the next chapter which will come out someday depending on how much time i have when I begin in school again and how many hits it gets.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist, nor do I own any of the characters of FMA. They all belong to Hiromu Arakawa.

Enjoy

Fullmetal Alchemist fanfic

.:The Sightless Alchemist:.

Chapter 1 - Breaking

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At times he asked himself, how he could not have known the fate that had awaited him in that godforsaken town.

How he could not have foreseen it, how he could be so blind.

He just never imagined it

To become literal.

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Dark clouds was spread across the gray sky, hanging heavily over the cold and empty town and threatened to pelt the barren streets with ruthless tears and roaring thunder. The mild wind blew crispy withered leaves through the city dancing as the only movement at all. Here, everything was silent, still and empty.

But not far away was the stillness cut off by roars of conflict and malevolence and screams of horror. Some would call it a riot, but that would not be the correct specification for this conflict. True, the military was involved, but it was there were no uniform clad soldiers, no machines, no weapons. Nothing but a single person and his companion had been sent to the gray town. But still, no intent for war or conflict, merely an inspection to see how the inhabitants was managing their lives. The only proof that the people were in fact in the military was the cars, earlier hiding in the outskirts of the town, to make sure their prized soldiers would return safely. As for now, they were all sprinting down the empty streets.

But judging by the inciting and almost bestial roars coming from the center of the town and the bloody handprints and ripped fabric, the innocent inspection had gone awfully wrong. Through the chilling silence, the roars boomed like thunder, the terrified screams died down, drowned the continuing roars and sounds of shattering glass as one moved even closer. Only one sound made it out through the noise. Tearful screams from a hollow, yet shrill and loud voice, followed by the clanging sounds of metal colliding with ground as sprinting footsteps neared the center of the loud voices. The metal figure neared a small crowd of brown skinned men who were all yelling and roaring angrily and excitedly, gathering in a half circle around something on the ground, lying tightly against a wall. The commotion was worst in the middle of the crescent, where the men were throwing up clenched fists, clubs or stones and stomping and kicking around. The wall in front of the mob was smeared in blood and small hands with short fingers had drawn out crimson lines from the dark red stains on the walls, a frightening sign of the fact that, what the mob was surrounding was a human and a desperate one at that.

"GO AWAY! DON'T TOUCH HIM! LEAVE HIM ALONE!" the metallic voice shrieked and even though there were no damp streaks running down the cold metal face, the sound of the voice was betraying. The boy was crying.

The men back a bit down and looked at the giant figure nearing them at high speed.

"BROTHER! GET AWAY FROM HIM! IF YOU HURT HIM ANY MORE I'LL TEAR YOU APART!" the voice sounded again and at that the men began running away, though the threat only came from a young boy, the fact that they were hurting someone so precious to him gave the boy little to no reason to restrain himself in giving them the full impact of his panicked threat. Most of the men ran almost at once, while others waited for the big armor to approach them so they had time to inflict a few last kicks to the motionless lump lying on the ground. It all happened in a matter of seconds and as soon as the huge armor had reached its destination, metallic knees hit the ground with a loud clang and big trembling hands carefully cradled the broken body of his older brother as gently as if he was holding an injured baby bird. He gently brushed a few stained golden strands away from the pale, bloodied face.

"B-Brother." Alphonse wailed quietly. "Brother wake up, open your eyes. Please, say something!"

The pale face scrunched up in pain and his eyes squeezed together. They then opened to thin slits and looked up, unfocused, shady and glazed over in pain. His pupils swayed over Alphonse's metal face to the sky behind him from under the half closed eyelids. "Al..."

"Brother thank God you're awake! I'm so glad! Don't worry, the others are on their way with a stretcher, you just have to hold out a bit longer." Al tried to soothe, but flinched as his brother's eyes began closing again. "Brother? Brother! Keep your eyes open! You'll have to stay awake or something bad will happen. Here, look at me, Brother, keep your eyes on me." the young boy panicked and placed a big leather hand on the side of his brother's beaten face to avoid making him use too much energy even if it was only turning his head.

"I can't. Al, I can't..." the young alchemist whispered hoarsely and tried to reach up and touch his younger brother's face, but the strain was too much.

"Brother you're not thinking straight, don't speak it'll only make things worse." Al whispered and gently grabbed the trembling hand that was just reaching up for him. Roaring loud engines and yells could be heard approaching from afar. "It'll be okay, Brother."

"It... It was an... an ambush." Edward choked as blood bubbled up in his throat, making it almost impossible to speak.

"Please don't speak Brother, there's blood coming out of your mouth. Just lay still." Alphonse cried and held his brother closer to him and stroking his hair. But Ed continued feebly.

"They h-hit... they me...they hit m-me... in the... hard.. in the... head..hard... i-it hurts... my eyes..." he rasped unintelligibly, but trailed off as his energy died down and the words were drowned by the blood coming out of his mouth.

Alphonse let out a strangled cry and held his brother even closer. He was beginning to fear that he might even be causing him even more pain. "It's okay, don't speak. It doesn't matter now. First we have to get you to a hospital. We'll take care of the rest later. Okay?"

"But... I... m-my... my-" Ed weakly protested, but Al cut him off softly and held a hand on his cheek. The military men was by their side along with a few familiar faces such as Fuery and Breda who looked down at them with concerned and horrified looks on their pallid faces. Some of the men were running towards them with a stretcher and yelling things that neither of the brothers could make out. One we're pulling out a syringe with a transparent liquid inside.

"No Brother, I told you not to speak. It can wait. The others are here' they'll take care of you now. They're going to take the pain away, but you'll have to stay awake, okay?" Al whispered and began to release his grip on his broken older brother to let the military medics place him on the stretcher.

"Okay..." Ed whispered and smiled weakly in Al's direction. A man went and poked the syringe into the small alchemist's upper arm and injected the fluid as soon as he was on the stretcher. The small boy didn't even seem to notice the pain from the needle.

As the stretcher moved to one of the biggest cars, Al followed them, his hand still desperately grasping his brother's until he was told to let go.

Breda went and put a hand on the metallic shoulder and looked at him compassionately.

"Your brother's going to be alright. He's a strong kid, you should follow them and stay by his side."

Alphonse nodded and let out a tearful 'thanks' and followed the stretcher and was guided into another, smaller car.

"Brother's going to be fine. I'm sure of it. He's strong, stronger than me. He'll be okay. Everything will be okay." Alphonse thought as the car sped up and went out of the town that could once have been called Lior.

Sadly, it was not everything that would be alright.

A/N: Yaay one of the most angsty chapters I have written so far xD Hope you enjoyed, I will try my best to make the next chapter come soon.

Just so you know, the incoherent stuff that Ed says is not typos. It's supposed to sound like Ed has a problem with thinking properly since he was hit in the head. He speaks the truths but you might need to rearrange the sentence before you make sense of it.

And I bet Al would freak and yell scary things at people if they were hurting Ed. I'll explain later why it all happened. I guess you could see this as a sort of prologue or something. And yay for the awesome chapter title \o/ just really couldnt find anything more fitting xD And he is broken so... Maybe I should call the next chapter 'Mending' then...

Anyways, thank you for reading I hope you'll check out the next chapter when it comes and take care until then.

Until next time

-Shirou Hana