Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Full Metal Alchemist.

Warning: Al torture, some swearing, Lust, Envy, Gluttony...

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Al looked up into darkness, feeling nothing, thinking nothing, knowing nothing. He heard a faint shout off in the distant. A female shouting. There were loud clanks of his metal feet stomping on the ground as he made his way through the emptiness.

Stopping at the scene, he saw his mother, looking enraged. He saw a smaller him, around ten, crying hysterically on his knee's, pleading for something. Al once again looked at his mother who kept shouting, "Just stop it, Al! Just stop being such a baby! Why can't you be more like Edward! You've never been good to me!" over again. The metal Al wanted to move to go near his mother but he wasn't sure what he would do. She was so angry. He never saw his mom angry before.

"Mom...?" He asked.

The women ignored him, keeping her eyes staring down at the smaller Al who was sobbing into his hands, "I've always been told you're a brat and now I've been proven right! Just...just leave me alone..."

"Mom!" Al shouted, clenching his hands, "Stop it! Why are you so mad at me? What's wrong?"

Still she didn't hear him. Instead Al could feel himself being pulled back. Turning around to see what was going on, he saw something wrapped around his left arm, and looked to see it connected to Lust. She was pulling him towards her.

"Come here, Little Elric, let's see what's really inside of you," She whispered while tugging on him, "I'll take you apart, piece by piece..."

"Brother! Brother!" shouted Al, hoping his brother would come to his rescue like he usually did.

"Now hush, Little Elric, we don't want to upset your mother, now do we?" Lust questioned. She shoved him to his knee's in front of her. Her red eyes glaring down, shining even if there was no light.

He heard his mother screaming. Something was wrong. He tried to turn around but her grip was to strong.

"Mother! Brother!" shouted Al in hope that someone would help him.

"You shouldn't struggle. It's only going to make this even worse," Lust said in a sultry voice. Kneeling down she looked him in the eyes, "Your brother isn't coming. He isn't going to come ever again. You're the only Elric left. But I'll change that soon enough..."

Al heard even more shouts coming from his mother. He couldn't look to see what was happening to her since Lust had him directed towards her but he wanted to see why she was screaming. It was becoming unbearable. He wanted to know what was hurting his mother! Lust turned him around herself after a minute.

She was once again that thing they she had changed into when they brought her back from the dead.

Feeling a finger on the back of his neck, it started cracking the seal that was keeping him together. For the first time in the while he could feel an emotion. Fear.

Fear struck through him, making him shout as loud as he possibly could, "Brooottherrr!"

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"Brooottherrr!" Ed heard ring in his ears and he immediately woke up. Looking across the room he saw Al, sitting up, the sobbing echoing in the shell of the suit.

"Al? Al? What's wrong?" asked Ed.

Al didn't answer. He just hung his metal head, his hands shivering from fear, and he wouldn't say a word. He just kept sobbing.

I-I almost died...I could feel it...not only in my dream, but in reality... thought Al to himself. He could hear his brother call his name from the other side of the room but he ignored it, He didn't come to help me either.

The elder Elric walked over to his little brother and knelt next to his bedside, "You have to tell me what's wrong," demanded Ed, "Otherwise I can't help you. Now stop crying, okay? I'm right here."

"Mom..." sadly said Al. He gripped his sheets as he said, "She was yelling at me. A-And I was crying. Then Lust came in and I was yelling for you b-but you didn't...you didn't come! She almost killed me brother! I-I-I..."

"Calm down. It was just a nightmare," Ed said smoothly. Though, it didn't help much, "I would come in real life. I promise I would! Always. Do you think I'd actually let Lust, Gluttony, or Envy get their hands on you?"

"I...no."

"Of course not. They won't come after you, I promise," Ed said with a reassuring smile. Al nodded slowly even if he wasn't all of the way convinced, "You gonna' be okay?" The blonde got up next to his little brother.

"I should be. But I don't think I'll be able to get to sleep. I was...scared. I shouldn't be able to feel emotions but I truly felt fear. Why can't I feel happiness or joy instead?"

"You will when I get your body back!"

"You've been saying that but it hasn't happened yet!" snapped Al.

Ed's golden eyes dimmed a bit. Looking down at the hardwood floor, he covered his face with the auto mail hand. True enough. He hadn't gotten Al's body back but he wasn't going to give up. But it seemed even Al was loosing hope. Usually he was chalk full of it. How much did that nightmare really disturb him?

"I-I'm sorry brother. I didn't mean it. I know we'll both get our bodies back...We will. It's just going to take time is all."

He watched as his elder brother moved slowly over to his own bed. Al had forgotten for a moment that Ed felt a whole lot of pressure every single day from many directions. The military, Roy, Al, even himself. He was only fifteen years old yet he carried himself as an adult. Al even forgot for a moment that he was talking to the only family he had left. A stupid nightmare didn't mean anything.

Except, Al didn't like the feeling of fear. It shook him that bad. Lust nor Envy ever came after him anyway. They were always after Ed. That really shouldn't make him feel comfortable but that nightmare shouldn't mean they'd come after him. It would be stupid to think that. Al laid back down in his bed but wasn't sure if he wanted to go back to sleep if he were going to just have another dream like that. He didn't want to wake Ed up again either.

So Al stayed up the rest of the night. The image of their mother brought back from the dead dancing around in his mind...

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Hanging on the railing outside, Envy slipped down the side of the house. He had a straw in his mouth that dripped a mysterious fluid off of the opposite end. He carefully put it in his back pocket.

"Well, that's done," He said to himself. Then he chuckled to himself, "Sweet dreams for the rest of the night Little Elric."

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Not far away in the darkness, Lust leaned against the wall of the abandoned building, her cloak just reaching over her eyes. Gluttony was standing beside her, feasting on a victim. She heard light footsteps coming from the right of her so she looked over to see Envy who had a grin on his face. That meant things went well.

Standing straight, she let the cloak fall to the ground to reveal her curvy figure. Lust asked, "I suspect it went well?"

"Yes. They didn't even realize I was outside the window at all," he chuckled. Bringing out a straw from behind him a small gooey black fluid dripped from the end, "Guess we have some left. I did stick around to see if it really worked. Sure enough, Little Elric was squirming around in his bed in no time."

"I paid good money for that Nightmare Bottle. It sounds fake, a small liquid that can cause nightmares, but I knew it would work," She said with a sexy smile, "Little Elric will be afraid of us in no time."

"Like he shouldn't be afraid of us this whole time?" Envy sat down in a chair, crushing the straw with his foot, "What's the next plan Lust? I'm interested to know why you're going through this for the Little Elric. Aren't we supposed to be going after Full Mini?"

"Yes. We usually do go after Full Metal, but I figured since we can't get him, we'll go after the Little Elric," Lust explained. Putting a hand on her hip, she brushed back her silky hair, "First we go after the little one mentally. It shouldn't take much. He is only fourteen, can't be to hard, right? Especially when the Nightmare Bottle takes full effect. Then we can take him no problem."

"I still don't see the point. We know that there's nothing in there. We can't do anything with him."

"Do you realize how much it would break Full Metal's heart if we got our hands on Little Elric? I bet if we even put one scratch on his metal he would panic," Lust smiled at the very thought. Full Metal panicking as she almost breaks his brother into tiny peices on the floor.

Envy nodded, "If we want to get to Full Mini, we go through Little Elric."

"Right. If we have him I'm sure Edward would do anything to get him back. Then we can finally get rid of that pest," Lust looked at Gluttony who was licking his lips, "I'll even let you have a little taste if you want, Gluttony."

"Yes. Yes. Full Metal will taste great!" He said through a bloody grin.

"Can I play with the boys mind?" Envy asked, transforming into Edward as he said, "I just feel evil today."

"When we get him I'll make sure he'll be messed with. I don't want him feeling at all comfortable around us," Lust assured her comrades, "Let's just try and focus on getting him detached from Full Metal's arm. He's always following him around."

"Don't worry. I'll do that job," Envy said, changing back to his regular form.

Lust looked out the window, wondering how the younger Elric was doing right about now. If he was having the nightmare still or if he had woken up in a scream. If he was scared to go back to sleep. If he was scared of them. Without even knowing it she let a smile cross her lips.

We'll get you soon Full Metal. I promise. To bad that you have a little brother. I feel sorry for him. He might have a body of metal, but he still has a mind that we can play around with... Lust thought evilly, I can't wait.

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Despite his best efforts Al couldn't stay awake. He drifted away into sleep once again only to find this dream would only be more unpleasant...

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Al looked down at his body. Flesh. Feeling his arms, he felt actual skin. He sat on the dark ground with the moon shining down on the water. He walked over to the river and looked down. He was...real. He looked exactly the same way before he got transformed. In the same clothes. Same hair. Same eyes. Al knew that this couldn't be real.

Pinching himself hard enough that he bled it felt real. The pain felt real. The blood was absolutely real. But he didn't mind the pain. He was to excited to be in a real body again! Thinking for a moment, he knew this was a dream, but when he felt his arms, or lifted up his leg and it didn't feel cold or heavy as they used to he wanted to believe so bad it wasn't a dream. Maybe it was reality. A good reality. Did Edward finally get them back in their original bodies.

Al looked around, shouting, "Brother! Brother! Where are you? Did you see me? Brother?" Turning to a tree he saw his brother standing there, a grim look on his face, and a dead look in his eye, "Brother? A-Are you okay?"

Getting closer the smaller boy realized something. Looking at Ed's stomach he saw a gaping hole. "Brother!" He gasped, running over to him. Al put a hand on Ed's shoulder and then felt a hand on his own. Looking behind Ed, Lust was there, holding Ed up only by his braid. Enraged Al shouted, "Let him go!"

Letting go of his braid Lust smiled and held onto Al's hand. Al felt her fingers seeping into his skin as soon as he tried to get away. Screaming in pain Al fell to his knees. She stopped as soon as he seized pulling away.

"Don't struggle, Little Elric, I've still got you," she reminded him by letting one finger poke back into his hand, making him yelp, then yanking it back out.

Looking up Al asked, "Did you do that to brother?"

"Who else would?"

Al bit his bottom lip and tried to hold back his tears. He turned to his brother who laid on the dark grass bleeding. The boy reached out again in an effort to just touch his brother. Just to see if he was alive. If he was suffering. Yet again Lust dug her fingers into his skin, making him want to pull back, but the boy kept trying to reach his older brother. Edward would do the same for him. He wouldn't give up just because of pain.

"Stop it, Little Elric, don't make me be mean," She said, wrapping another hand around his biceps and letting those fingers into his flesh. Al immediately stopped trying and fell to the ground once again, "All of this hard work is making me start to sweat. I wouldn't want to do that now. Envy?"

Envy came out, a grin on his face. Lust tossed the bleeding ten year old to him.

Al shook his head, his arm throbbing. He looked at his hand, blood covered his palm, his arm was slick with it. Envy grabbed a fistful of hair and shoved Al's face to the ground.

"Come on, Little Elric, beg for mercy. You aren't as strong as your brother. Never have been. And as you can see..." Envy forced the boys face up to look at his brother's dead body "...Not even that strength was enough."

"Y-You must have tricked him! You would have never beat him on fair ground!" Al replied, "And he's not dead! Brother wouldn't die on me! He's alright! He's fine!"

Lust knelt down to Ed, stroking the cold face cheek of the once lively boy. She whispered, "I'm afraid he is dead Little Elric. Tsk, tsk, tsk. He went down so easily too. If you aren't even as strong as he is, you'll never survive against us, weakling."

Tears filled Al's eyes. He snapped, "You're wrong! Brother's strong!"

"You mean he was strong," corrected Envy.

"Leave me alone!" Al shouted.

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Sitting up in his bed, Al looked out the window, his arms were shaking. It was bright outside. It was day. He looked around the room. Nobody was there. Not even Edward. Then where was his brother?

On the table was a note. Al read it from his bed:

Al, I went out for an early breakfast, I should be back around ten thirty or eleven. I hope you're feeling better by then. I tried to wake you up since you were talking in your sleep but I couldn't. Hope we can talk when I get back.

Ed

Al sighed. Another nightmare...were Lust and Envy really like that?

I don't want to think anymore. I need brother, Al thought nervously. But he wasn't there. The boy's sobs echoed throughout his body armor.

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Dang. I torture poor Chibi Elric a whole lot. I probably got a whole mess of things wrong or something so go ahead and criticize me. Constructive criticism please!