Introduction;

Commence.

-

Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you. - Nathaniel Hawthorne

-

(Paper rustles)

-

DOCTOR: Kori P. Harrison.

RANK: 4

DOCTORS NOTES ON PATIENT Edward Elric (experiment 419), RESIDING IN THE Axel ward AT (enclosed).

SYMPTOMS: Nervousness, appears to be 'talking' to 'someone' or 'something'. Cannot stay still; will react to anyone entering the room. Bipolar, schizophrenic .

STATUS: Insane UNTILL PROVEN Sane BY OFFICIAL PSYCHOLOGISTS, RANK 2 TO 4.

SIGNS OF IMPROVEMENT:

Negative.

Heheheehh. So you've found me. Congratulations. (There is sarcastic applause). Now, are you going to help me? No? You're just going to watch, right? Figures. That's all visitors ever do: watch.

Im not here for any reason. They put me here to drive me off the edge of sanity so I can have a taste of insanity while they slowly kill me. What do you mean Im already insane?! You're Insane!

Look, don't argue with me. I can't be bothered. Apology accepted. Yes, I am tired. They keep me awake a lot. It's those God-damn experiments. Yes, they are painful, but they are there to keep limits to what the human body can do. I suppose you could call me a Hamster of some sort; one that could snap you in half. (Evil chuckling).

Hey, hey, don't look at me like that. I can't hurt you; that's why the chains and barriers are here. (Chains rattle). I wouldn't hurt you anyway. You look nice. Do you have a family? Hmm. Ahhm. Ahhh, it sounds nice, too. Me? I had a father, a mother, and a brother, but I don't know where they are. Maybe they are looking for me. Maybe they are not. It's all bad for me anyway.

Hah, sympathy is for mortals. No, Im not mortal. My other half is a demon, who's telling me to rip you apart right at this very instant, but I am the good half. Though, it vexes me to think that I will probably never be looked at like a normal person again…

Oh, sorry. My bad. Anyway, what did you want me tell you? Oh, you wanted to know more about me? That's nice. I like you. (Smile) Have I already said that?

Well, Im Edward Elric. No, not anymore. I can never be the Full-metal alchemist again. It sucks, doesn't it? They let me in for a little while, and then this all happens. Yes, I was a hero. But look at me now; I just scare people.

Yes, I do seem nice now. But I can change. I hurt people. I murder. Didn't you know that already?! Have you not looked at my Profile?!… You have? (A look of contentment). Ah, then it is all good. Well, actually, it isn't.

Yes, it is a shame. Now your just flattering me. Its been a while since anyone said I was a genius. Thank you. Aww, you think so? I've been told that Im cute before. Must be an affect I have on people, huh? (Dreamy look) Hmmm… this is pleasant. This is the first time someone has really spoken to me like this since before I was brought here. Im never going to forget this.

Hey, do you want to hear my story of how I got here? You do? Its long- Im warning you. And its violent. People get killed!... Ok, I'll tell you, if you really want to hear.

It started when this, this demon, was born. His name Is Z- What? Don't you want to know? Oh, Im not allowed to say it. Ok, fine, I won't.

Anyway, he caused some problems… and then he went away. But he came back… I thought it would be the same as before… But it wasn't… Im sorry… I don't really want to talk about it...

Well, how about I start from the middle- not when I first got him, but when he came back. Is that ok? Good. Well, it all started when-

"Edward! Come down! Dinners ready!"

Edward sped down the stairs, nearly bumping into Al who was sitting at the bottom. The smaller boy was coloring in something; a cat picture, maybe? Next to him, a real cat sat.

Pumpkin, the family pet, loved Alphonse more than all of them, and was often seen with him. Her pitch black fur was always neat and tidy, and her slanted emerald eyes where always shining whenever she looked at him.

Actually, Ed thought it was kind of creepy…

"Brother… you're late." Al scolded, collecting his coloring pencils and moving slowly out the way.

"Well, sorry, your highness," He mock bowed, making Alphonse smile. "The queen needs me." He trotted into the kitchen, stifling a giggle at the fact that Roy was wearing an apron.

"But, Angel-ca"

"Don't 'Angel-cake' me! You're burning dinner!" Riza hissed, making Roy back into the corner with nothing but his oven-mitts to protect him.

"Im sorry, my Petal!"

"Its ok, Roy. I forgive you. How long can I stay mad at my big, strong, military man?"

Edward shivered at the things Roy and Riza were saying to each-other, but accepted it. This was how a loving mother and father were supposed to act, right?

After all, he couldn't remember what his dad acted like around his mom…

"So, I guess there's not going to be any dinner." Edward smiled wearily, his expression matching the other's.

"I guess not." Riza laughed, throwing the burnt food into the bin. "We can always make more, though."

"Sure. This time, I'll pay attention to it." Roy chortled. "And maybe help out more…" He took off his mits and wiped his brow with his arm. It was hot at this time of year in Rizembool.

"Oh yes, and… come…to…er….Win…"

Edward blinked twice, and strained his ears. Roy's mouth was defiantly moving, but he suddenly couldn't hear half of it.

"What?"

"I said that the inspectors will come over soon to check the water supply. They have already been to Winry's house. What, have you got to much wax in your ears?" Roy joked, patting him on the back.

He nearly fell forward, and his vision blurred; It felt like someone was trying to crack open his skull. But, as soon as he felt it, it vanished, like it wa never there to start with.

"I feel Ill all of a sudden…" Ed murmured. "Im going to my room now." He darted out of the room before either of the adults could stop him, and slammed the door behind him.

That was weird. He thought, sitting down on his bed. I… I couldn't hear him… His eyes went wide for a second in alarm at a sudden thought that was occurring in his mind. Maybe Im dying…! He knew he was over-reacting, but it was his way. If you expect the worse, then any other news was good.

Or maybe…

He thought, somewhat hopefully.

It's him.

My shard-like reality was always near, but now it's so out of reach. I can't count how many times I have cut myself on it, but I still want it. I need it. It's not good to live in a fantasy world. Not good at all.

My breathing; I know It's strange, but I don't want to breathe. It's annoying to hear the sound echoing off the walls. It reminds me of how alone I am; there should be more than one person breathing. God, its mental torture.

(Echoing silence)

I like butterflies. I am rather like a butterfly myself; an ugly monster waiting to transform into a beautiful creature that is gifted with flight and an innocent reputation. I was a butterfly, once.

But, as you know, when people touch butterflies, their wings crumple like delicate leaves and they either starve to death or are destroyed by other creatures. My fate was the latter.

I never got the chance to learn how to fly.

I was always doomed to crawl and be destroyed.

And so…

I have to keep telling myself.

I am Edward Elric.

I am Edward… Elric.

I am… Edward Elric.

Or… or am I

…

A dying Butterfly?

… This is weird…

Ok, welcome to Screaming Silence, the Sequel to Changing Colors, my other fic. If you don't read that, you may not know what this is all about! I have big plans for this story… I hope it will be better than the last one…

Anyhow, If your wondering about what the whole butterfly thing is about; I like butterflies! They are very psychological:D

And remember, this is the introduction. The rest of the story is going to be written out like a normal story. XD

Well, not much more to say… I love you? -Is being stared at weirdly-

Reviews will help WhiteWolfKitsune focus on the- hey! A cat! -Starts playing with it-

Kitsune-kun xxx

Ps: Rofl, Roy said angel-cake!