"Sarah, hurry!" Tammy cried out as she grabbed her friend's hands in an attempt to speed her friend up; they didn't know where he was, but they could feel his piercing gaze staring at them from all small places of darkness, disguised by the rain.
"I can't go on, let's stop and collect ourselves for a second; he was wearing heavy boots, if he does come close, we will hear him." Sarah said as she bent down to catch her breath. "Do you think John's okay?"
"I hope so." Tammy said, but deep in her mind, she knew that her boyfriend was dead; they had hit that man with a car and he got up as if nothing happened, he's not human. "But either way, we have to keep moving."
"I know, Tammy!" Sarah snapped, making Tammy jump. "Just give me a second to catch my breathe." Sarah said before she looked up at the night sky. The night had begun so perfectly, Sarah and Tammy, who was with her boyfriend, were driving down the street when they accidentally hit a man; John got out to check on him when the man went berserk and started attacking John, who told them to run. They heard screams, but they heard nothing afterwards.
"Are you better?" Tammy asked after a few seconds, they really had to be on the move.
"Yeah, I'm better." Sarah answered before she noticed Tammy looking behind her shaking. Sarah turned around and, with a flash of lightning, saw the man they had hit, his white mask with a blank expression was horrifying, but she saw past that; she looked into his eyes and all she found was black eyes filled with anger and rage. Sarah barely had time to open her mouth before she felt something wet sliding down her stomach. She looked down to see his hand wrapped around the handle of a knife, the blade was still partly sticking out of the her stomach. He slowly removed the blade as she began to feel the life fading from her before she finally collapsed. The man tilted his masked head at the girl in curiosity before he settled his gaze on the other girl staring at him in shock. Tammy stared at his mask before her eyes whipped to his side, to his knife, now dripping with blood. She turned around and ran with all of her strength, she needed to get to the police. She looked over her shoulder to look for the man, but stepped into a hole in the ground, twisting her ankle in a sickening snap. Tammy let out a loud cry as she fell face first into the wet ground, dazing her temporarily. After regaining herself and testing if she could still run, but let out another cry as crippling pain shot up her leg. She fell back to the ground and looked for somewhere to hide; she found a small stack of boxes, large enough to hide her and crawled behind them. As she cried in both physical and emotional pain, she heard footsteps splashing water and that horrible breathing, he was coming. She quickly put a hand over her mouth in an attempt to silence her own deep breathes and sobs as the footsteps walked to her location and stopped. She could hear his breathing, his loud horrible breathing behind that mask as she waited for him to leave; suddenly, an idea popped into her mind.
If I jump out, I can startle him, get his knife, and kill the son of a bitch! She thought as she stood up as low as she could, pushing her weight on to her left ankle to avoid crying out in pain; she began to mentally countdown as she felt her adrenaline swell up to enormous heights. With all of her might, she lunged through the boxes and…hit air. She fell once again face first before she looked up; there was no sign of him. Was her mind playing tricks on her, is she being fooled, what the hell is happening before a familiar heavy breathing quickly cut through her thinking process; she turned around found the Shape behind her, looking down at her in almost pity. Fear overcame the adrenaline rush as she began to try to slide back as her eyes went to the knife in his hand, covered in clotted blood. To her surprise, she saw it fall and hit the ground in a loud clang as he began making small steps towards her.
"No, stay away!" She shouted as she began to try to back up faster, but he quickly caught up to her, bending down and grabbing her throat in superhuman strength; she choked out before he easily lifted her up from the ground with one hand, her feet dangling on the ground. He slowly turned and out of the corner of her eyes, she saw a spike on the wall, to which now her back was facing. Her eyes began to water as he tortured her by slowly walking over to the spike; she tried calling out of somebody, anybody to save her. He must've caught wind of this and covered up her mouth, causing her to panic more. She grabbed his arm, trying to claw through the sleeve to reach his skin, but couldn't. With one final, muffled scream, Tammy was shoved back onto the spike, which went through her head, leaving a skin-covered point protruding from her forehead.
The masked man took a step back, then slowly tilted his head to the side, almost admiring his work of art. Suddenly, he felt a feeling of being stared at. He turned to the end of the alleyway to see a rather short young man, perhaps the age of twenty-six, maybe even twenty-seven, gazing at him with peculiar golden eyes. He wore a black suit jacket with leather pants and boots. He was a blonde, which was parted in the middle with a single strand standing up. The masked bent down and picked up his knife, now gleaming in the singular light, covered in clotted blood and rainwater. He began his usual slow stride to the man, who seemed to be frozen in shock. As the masked man approached, the blonde man seemed to come back to his senses and feared filled his eyes as the killer stood before him raising his knife, aimed at his chest. He plunged the knife down as the young man screamed…
"AH!" Ed screamed, jumping up in his bed in a frenzied manner; his eyes searched his surrounding which he recognized as his bedroom.
"Ed, are you okay?" A soothing voice asked him as he turned around to face his wife, Winry, awaken by his startling awakening. Ed sighed as he ran a hand through his hair in a strange combination of embarrassment and relief.
"Yeah, I guess I shouldn't read horror stories before I go to bed." Ed said, chuckling; Winry sighed and got out of bed, stretching inside of her night blouse.
"So, what was it this time?" She asked, sitting back down on the bed and wrapping her arms around her husband's shoulders. "Werewolf, vampire, Homunculi?"
"Actually, this time, it was a serial killer; it felt so real, I was looking through the eyes of some girl after her boyfriend was killed before I suddenly was there and he came after me."
"Creepy." Winry remarked, rolling her eyes.
"Trust me, it was scarier than it sounds; he had wore a black jumpsuit and had this white mask; it had the most terrifying, blank stare to it."
"Well, I'll take a raincheck." Winry said, jumping back up to her feet and looking at the alarm clock, which read 6:55 A.M. "Since I'm fully awake, I'll go and get cleaned."
"Want me to prepare breakfast?"
"You're such a doll." Winry said as she walked out of the room, making Ed smirk. Before heading downstairs, he checked on his kids, Todd, age 8, and Karen, 6; they were still sleep.
"Damn," Ed muttered as he closed the door, "they could sleep through an earthquake."
Now, focused, he began to prepare breakfast the best he could; he had received some cooking tips from Riza and it helped. With breakfast, scrambled eggs and pancakes, finished, Ed stepped outside to receive the paper and picked it up. He put it on the table next to door, planning to read while eating, and began to make the coffee. After tricky process, he managed to make a full pot just as Winry walked downstairs, the kids tagging along behind her.
"Mmm, something smells good." Winry said as she grabbed three plates and began to serve her family; as they sat at the table, Ed opened the paper and choked on his eggs:
GRUESOME MURDERS HORRIFIES CENTRAL!
Yesterday morning shed light on a horrible tale of a man and two young women were found gruesomely murdered in an alleyway yesterday morning. While the victims names have not been announced, the Central City troopers said that it was the worst crime scene they've seen in their entire life. The young man was found near his car, stabbed in the chest three times before the killer left him to bleed out. A little bit down an alleyway, another woman was found stabbed once in the stomach. The last and most grotesque murder was found near the end with a woman's head impaled on a spike, which partially emerged from her forehead. The killer at this time is unknown and, with no witnesses at the scene, will most likely be not be found.
Ed's eyes widened as he read the exact copy of his dream; how was this possible? Everything was described to perfection, even the details of the girl's murder. No, this was just a coincidence. He probably just heard it and dreamed about it; it would've been broadcasted on the radio yesterday.
"Ed?" A voice snapped him back to reality; Ed looked up to his family staring at him, worry on their face. "Are you okay, you look pale."
"Oh, I'm fine." He lied with succession. "Just something that caught my attention."
"Oh, anyway," Winry quickly changed the subject, "Tommy was asking you a question."
"Yes, son?" Ed asked, putting down the paper to look at his son.
"Dad, I just wanted to know," Tommy began, "you don't drink milk, right?" He asked innocently, earning a disgusted face from Ed, who thought about the repulsive substance.
"Right." He stated.
"So, if I don't drink milk, will I be as short as you?" He asked innocently, but Winry burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" Ed snapped.
"He has a point; he's almost as tall as you and he's eight." Winry said in between breathes before starting to laugh again, wiping tears from her eyes; even Karen let out a giggle at the question.
"Your automail weighed me down." He shot back, earning a look of "you're not serious" from Winry.
"Come on, you and I both know that the automail wasn't stunting your growth; it was your hatred of milk." Winry stated. "Alphonse is taller than you and he's two years younger than you."
Ed rolled his eyes and looked back at his smiling son, who was happy that he had lightened the tense mood.
"To answer your question, no, you will grow regardless."
"Tommy," Winry said, "trust me, drink your milk."
Tommy looked between his smiling mother and frowning father before he grabbed his glass of milk and began drinking it; he should probably listen to his mother, he had met his uncle, who was slightly taller, he saw him drink milk.
"Haha, victory." Winry stated.
"Shut up." Ed snapped back at her, who laughed while finishing off her eggs. Ed looked back at the paper, but decided to ignore it and continue his conversation with his family.
While Winry cleaned the dishes and the kids played in the front yard for the time being while Ed continued to stare at the newspaper articles, seeing the images from his dream continue to pop into his head. Perhaps he subconsciously heard about murders on the radio and had a dream about them.
Yeah, that was what must've happened Ed confirmed in his mind, closing the paper, I just heard about it. Ed thought before the sound of the phone shocked him back into reality.
"I got it." He said as he picked it up and placed the receiver to his ear. "Hello?" He asked to no response. "Hello?" He asked again, this time a bit more creeped out, it sounded like someone was breathing heavily on the other end. "I can hear you."
"Damn." A voice said on the end, making Ed sit back in the chair and release a sigh of relief.
"Damnit, Al." He said as he heard chuckling on other end. "Why the hell did you do that?"
"I was hoping I could just quickly scream and scare you, but the excitement must've got the best of me and I was breathing pretty heavily." He explained, a bit sad.
"You better be lucky you're in the East or else I would try to beat you ass." Ed chuckled out. "So, what's up?"
"Nothing, I was planning on driving over there today to come and celebrate with you guys because of your anniversary, but my car wasn't working, so I have to catch a train. Sorry if it's last minute."
"Oh, that's just fine." Ed said, secretly missing his brother but not willing to admit it just yet. "A couple of friend of ours were planning on throwing a party here to celebrate our first anniversary, so it would pretty fun to have you here. Is May coming?"
"Nah, Melissa isn't feeling too well, but May has been persuading me to go since it's just a little fever." Al explained. "She sends her congratulations though." Al added as Ed laughed silently.
"I'll have to tell her thank you." Ed said as Al seemed to be called away.
"Ed, I have to go, my train is about to leave." Al answered.
"Alright, bye Al." Ed said
"Bye, see you soon." Al said before he hung up the phone and picked up his bag. Walking over the train, he suddenly had the strangest feeling he was being watched. He looked his shoulder and noticed a singular figure, darkened by the shadows in the dimly lit train station, standing inhumanly still as it watched him. At first, Al thought it was his eyes playing tricks on him and turned around again to see the figure gone.
"Calm down, there's nothing to worry about." Al said to himself. He handed his ticket to the conductor and got onto the train just as the horn blew. The figure watched the train move away before turning around, walking down the room.
Central Command
3:00 P.M.
Brigadier General Mustang rushed through the reporters and military officers. He was already late due to a hangover and memories flooding his mind. Quickly slipping them away into his mind, he entered the closed room and was immediately greeted to the sight of multiple filing cabinets flipped over and opened, some even seemingly thrown across the room, and bodies covered in white sheets.
"Sir, there's been a breach of security." Riza Hawkeye told him after appearing from the back room. "We think it may have been Xingese rebels."
"What?" He asked, trying recover from his shock of the bloodbath. "How many causalities?"
"Three, the entire group was massacred." Riza confirmed. "We believe the killer entered at 10:00 last night..."
Central Record Room, The Night Before
10:30 PM
Margaret Barker slammed down her hand against the desk, finally killing the pesky fly that had been annoying her for the past thirty-five minutes. Being the head guard of the record room had its many perks and downsides, for one, she never truly had to do anything but just fill out a few forms of paperwork every now and again. Moved into the position because a injury she received when those...monsters invade Central Command some years ago, she loved this job but the one thing she couldn't stand was how boring and repetitive it could get at times. If someone was court marshaled, then she would have to fill out paperwork on where the record was, how many times it had been accessed in the previous 24 hours (she had a log she would have to look through), and if the person had accessed it in the last 48 hours. Same if someone was taking vacation, same if someone died. "I wish I could be back out in the field." She said to herself as she looked over at her calendar. Just five more months until she would go on vacation. Maybe she'll take a cruise, they had some good ones heading out on the James River, it was nice that time of the year. Who knows? She asked herself before a bloodcurdling scream cutting through the quiet night air snapped her back into reality. She ran towards the source, moving through large filing cabinets looking before she found the source. Lieutenant Daniel Lee, the husband and father to three young children, lay on the ground with blood pooling around his detached head, his body sprawled out near it.
"Damn it." Margaret cursed, whoever this killer is, he's striking hard and, worst, he's striking fast. Another scream broke out, but this one was drowned out shortly after by gunfire. Soon, more screams began cutting through the air while Margaret ran to the location, knocking down filing cabinets and tables. In all her years, never was she ever as scared of what she would find than now. The gunfire stopped just before she reached the door and she saw why: a man, wearing a completely black outfit, had his knife still jutting out from the man's neck.
"Freeze!" Margaret shouted with as much authority that she could muster, but was enough to make her feel confident. The man turned around and ripped his knife out of the man's neck, sending blood flying though the air behind. Now that he was facing her, she saw his mask: a mask that looked as if it was bored, as if killing was no big deal, but she couldn't see his eyes so they looked like black holes. Snapping back to reality, she realized he was approaching her and she fired a shot into his chest. It struck him and blood squirted out before he fell to his knees. Looking up at her with his empty eyes, he fell over. Margaret knew she hit the heart, but something wasn't right: when the bullet hit, there was no audible acknowledgement of pain; nervously, she crept over, the gun trained at his head before she kicked his arm to ensure he was dead. Nothing, no twitch and his grip on the knife was loosen. Time to call Mustang, let him know what happened, Margaret thought as she turned around before something grabbed her ankle, something that felt strangely like a hand. She looked down and saw the man, still with a bleeding hole in his heart, staring up at her before pulling her ankle back with enough force to make her fall flat on her face. Startled and stunned by the fact the man was still alive, her grip on her gun loosen just enough to let it bounce off into the inky blackness and way beyond her reach when she hit the ground, face first. Before she could register, she felt a hand grab her foot and felt the man twisting her foot around. She screamed in pain, hoping that she could reach whatever humanity that was left in him and get him to leave her. But, her prayer wasn't answer as she felt the bones in her snap, then the tendons break. The man dropped her foot, completely twisted in a 360-degree angle, the only thing keeping her foot attached was a few strands of her flesh. She tried to move but she heard the man stand and then he pressed his foot against the nape of her neck.
"Please." She choked out in her tears before she felt the first stab...but nothing ever again after that.
"She was stabbed 36 times, two of the stabs went completely through her." Riza explained as Roy stared at the woman's face. "General?"
"Did she suffer?" Roy inquired.
"She was gone after the first stab, the rest was simply overkill."
"The whole damn massacre was overkill." Roy growled. "Was anything stolen?" He asked as Riza looked through the list.
"We can't confirm anything, the place was completely ransacked." Riza said, looking through the files.
"As soon as you can confirm whose file is missing, report it immediately to me and no one else." Roy said as he walked out of the room.
"Yes, sir."
Al stepped off the train slowly, looking around for a familiar face. Over time, a lot of the people who once lived in the small town of Resembool have either moved to the big cities or died. The town was never big to begin with, but it feels like it has gotten a whole lot smaller.
"Al!" Al looked over to see his brother rushing over to him. Al smiled widely before he and brother embraced after a year spent apart. "How have you been?" Ed asked him with a smile.
"Fine, how about you and Winry?" Al asked as he smiled back.
"We've been fine, just trying to get ready for this party tonight." Ed said as Al picked up his luggage and they began the short walk to Ed's car. "The kids are gonna be so excited to see their uncle back to see them. They've been wanting you to come back since your last visit." Ed explained.
"I been wanting to see them too, I wish May and Alexis could have come too." Al said sadly as he packed his suitcase into the backseat of the car.
"Sorry to hear about her, have you talked with them?" Ed asked as Al nodded.
"She doing better, but still pretty sick." Al answered as Ed started the car.
"Well, there's always next time." Ed said with a sad smile as they made the pretty long drive back to Pinako's house. Pinako's had passed away a few years back, but in her will, she left the house to Ed and Winry. The rest of the drive consisted of questions about the kids and general matters. As Ed pulled up and Al got out of the car, the door immediately swung open.
"Alphonse!" Winry ran from the house into her brother-in-law's arms and gave him a crushing hug. "It's been too long. Thanks so much for coming." Winry said as the kids ran out to see.
"Uncle Al." They shouted as they ran and he wrapped them hugs, smiling.
"Aw, it's so nice to see you guys again." Al smiled widely.
"Where's Aunt May and Alexis?" Karen asked as Al smiled sadly.
"Eh, Alexis wasn't feeling week so May stayed behind. They'll come back next time though." Al explained as Winry nodded.
"Well, since you're back Ed, I have to run down to the market, I'll be back." Winry said as she took the keys and walked to the car, leaving Ed and Al to play with the kids.
-10 minutes later-
"Thanks, Martha." Winry said as she left into the night, carrying her bags of groceries to the car, not noticing the parked black car behind her. Closing the back, she closed the door and looked at the car, where she swear she saw something in it move. Looking closer, she couldn't see anything else and just assumed she imagined it...before the car suddenly start. Jumping back and screaming lightly, she realized that there was a kid in there, who laughed before taking off down the street. "Asshole." She muttered before she got into her own car and started it. She drove off, with another car silently following her.
"Sir, we've managed to get every record accounted for except for one." Riza informed, walking into Mustang's office.
"Whose?" Mustang asked, scared of knowing the answer. Riza opened the file and her breathing stopped for a second.
"Former State Alchemist Edward Elric." She whispered loud enough for Mustang to hear, who began staring at her in shock. After a second, he picked up the phone and began dialing the number. Ed gave it to him for emergencies and damn it, this was a emergency since there was a great possibility that he was in danger. The dialing stopped and instead of Ed's 'Hello', he heard a busy signal. Frustrated, Mustang slammed the phone down.
Winry arrived at the house and let the guys help her unload the groceries. From the distance, a car watched them unload before the car turned and drove into the field. Once far enough, the car shut off before the driver got out and opened the backdoor. The owner of the car was sitting in the backseat with a knife still protruding from his throat, staring forward in horror before his killer ripped out his knife, shut the door, and began making his trek back to the house.
Later That Night
10:00
"Happy Anniversary!" The guests all shouted together as Winry and Ed raised up their glasses.
"Thanks, you guys." Ed said. "Thank you guys for coming with us and celebrating this joyous occasion with us."
Allen listened to the small speech Ed gave, but most of his attention was focused on Angelina, who he had seen was drinking most of the night and obviously mad at her husband...well, at least that what the rumors that had been running rampant for the past few weeks said. Tonight could finally be his chance to end this curse of virginity. He pushed his brown hair behind his ear before she caught him staring at her. She smiled at him drunkenly before giving him a wink and refocusing his attention on the couple.
"So, cheers!" Ed said holding up his champagne glass.
"Cheers." The room echoed as everyone raised their glass before drinking down the glass of the alcoholic beverage. Allen watched Angelina like a hawk watches it prey as she silently and discretely gestured for him to follow her. He walked with her into the kitchen and as soon as he entered the door, her lips came crashing on to his and her tongue began seeking entrance into his mouth. He granted it as they began moving to the backdoor before going outside to a small shed. Guiding her, he broke the kiss and gave her a seductive smile before she smiled back and slowly removed her top, making Allen smile. Finally! He went back in for a kiss before he began moving downward to her neck.
"Hold on," she said, effectively making the man sigh as she pushed his lips off of her neck, "I saw something move out there."
"You didn't see anything, come on, let's keep it going." He said as she continued looking in that spot.
"I think somebody's is watching us." She said as he deviously smirked.
"Then let's give 'em a show." He said as he once again began kissing down her neck.
"No, not until you go and check it out." She said as he groaned and buckled his pants back together before grumbling something while he walked out of the door. The house was surrounded by countryside on all ends, so finding the fucker who was messing up his night had to be in sight. He grabbed the flashlight he had managed to grab before they left the house and began shining the light around. Since it was fall, late fall at that, it was slightly cold and very foggy.
"Can't see shit." Allen grumbled as he shined through the haze, trying to find a figure. "Hey, prick!" He called out, hoping the people in the house couldn't hear him. "Listen, I'm been trying get this girl for the past two years and now that I finally have chance, I would appreciate that you wouldn't fuck up said chance! So, if you're gonna peak, just do through a hole in the shed or some other way, not where you're visible!" He shouted as he began his trek to the fog, his flashlight illuminating the ground as he climbed the small hill before he walking into something. Thinking he was closer than he thought, he touched it and discovered it wasn't wall or a tree, it was human figure, clothed in black fabric. He looked up to see a white mask with most unnerving expression he's ever seen peering back down at him.
"What the fuck?!" Was all he was able to say before the figure wrapped his hand around his throat, just tight to ensure no air could enter or leave. Silenced, Allen tried to punch the arm, hoping the masked man, who was slowly lifting him off the ground very easily, would let him go, but instead the tight grip remained. Looking down, his eyes caught his flashlight shining against a rather large kitchen knife in his hand. Allen shook his head as the man reared his arm back and plunged the knife deep into his stomach. He felt the cold blade inside of him before the figure retracted it, the flashlight now illuminating the blade covered with blood, his blood.
Oh shit, I'm gonna die a virgin was James' last thought before darkness slowly began creeping into his vision while his body went numb. Damn he mumbled in his head before his head, drooped to his side. The figure tilted his head, almost admiring the work he had did before dropping the body, picking up its right leg, and began dragging him to the shed.
Angelina waited for Allen to return to the shed, itching to finally be able to have her finish. Recently, her husband has stopped satisfying her needs, stating he need a break. Soon, she found out just what kind of break he meant: a break from her and go time with that bitch down the street. Well, payback's a bitch. She was gonna leave him tomorrow for Allen and before she did that, she wanted to let him come in to see Allen fulfilling his husband's duties in his house.
"But first, his ass has to come back." She grumbled before she heard footsteps walking towards the shed. "So, did you find the creep?" She asked, but no response. "Allen?" She questioned before she heard the footsteps pause, something's not right. "Allen?" She asked again, this time with a mix of seriousness and nervousness. After what seemed to be a moment's hesitation, the footsteps started again, making her feel nervous. "Allen, please say something!" She shouted, her voice quivering before she heard the footsteps stop. She looked towards the wide open entrance in front of her, knowing that if someone besides Allen walked through that room, she was wide open for attack. "Listen, whoever you are, I have a gun and expert marksmanship, so if you even think about walking in, you better have your affairs in order." She lied, in reality, she didn't know how to even aim a gun, let alone fire it in the panic state she was in, but she still hoped it conveyed a message of danger into the person outside. Soon, it sounded like the footsteps began retreating before they weren't even heard anymore. She sighed in relief and decided to go back inside to tell the others, she didn't feel safe hiding out here anymore. Buttoning her blouse, she didn't see out the window, a figure watching her. Before she noticed it, there was a loud sound of shattering of glass behind her and she felt her hair grabbed from behind and wrenching her back to the window. She screamed before a hand covered her mouth as she flipped over and tried to get out his grip, but it was nothing but a feeble attempt as she was being pulled to the broken window.
"LET GO!" She shouted before she noticed what he was pulling her too, a broken wooden pane of the window that jutting straight out. "NO!" She shouted before she positioned exactly the way the person wanted and soon, he pushed her down, driving the pane through Angelina's eye, through her brain, and out of the back of her head. The figure stepped back before he walked away from the shed.
-10:15-
"Hey, Ed," Winry called out to her husband talking to his brother and friends. Excusing himself, he walked over to her. "Have you seen Allen or Angelina?" She asked as Ed looked around the room and sure enough, they were missing.
"Probably back to her house, you know she's been trying find a man to hook up with." Ed sighed, knowing that the marriage between Angelina and Robert was dying.
"You're right, just was wondering." Winry said as she walked off to go make conversation with the other guests. Ed shrugged and walked back to his brother.
"Yeah, I know; that is something straight out of a horror movie." Al said, taking a sip of his drink.
"What was?" Ed wondered as they noticed Ed was back.
"We're just talking those murders in Central Command." Arnold answered. "All the soldiers assigned to guard the public record room were massacred."
"Really? Do they know who did it?" Ed asked, secretly hoping Mustang and Hawkeye were fine.
"No, no one saw anything." He said. "They don't know if it was a group, but they think it may have been just one really trained assassin."
"Yeah, but one man against ten soldiers, all well-trained and carrying guns, it just seems impossible." Al argued. "Maybe two, but I doubt it was just one person."
"Did they use alchemy or something?" Ed asked as Arnold shook his head.
"No, they were all killed with a knife, one of them was even beheaded." Arnold explained. "Do you think it was Xingese rebels?" Arnold asked, referring to the rebel group started in Xing after they agreed to start working together with Amestris to rebuild Ishval, saying that the country was losing its way. It does fit the description, if the people were killed by blades and in the dead night, the Xing warriors were more than likely a fit.
"I doubt it, when I talked to May about earlier today, she said that the rebels would go for a more higher target." He explained.
"True, but if it wasn't them, who did it?" Ed asked rhetorically before suddenly, there was a groan from the lights before the power seemingly went out. "Aw shit." Ed cursed as he looked around.
"Ed, did you pay the bill?" Winry asked as Ed thought back.
"Yeah, probably something wrong with that stupid breaker." Ed said as he sat down his drink on the table. "I'll be back."
"No," Gerald said, "I'll do, I know how to work those things."
"No, you don-"
"Trust me, I got it." He said before he sat down his drink and opened the front door to the misty night. "I'll be right back." He stated as he closed the door behind him and walked to the side of the house. "It's really silent tonight." He observed as the only sound was his stepping through the grass. A minute of searching, he finally found the small rectangular box on the side of the house.
"Alright, let's see what is the problem." He grumbled as he opened it and tried his best to adjust the low light, which a bit impossible so he felt his way around before he found a switch flipped down. Recognizing it, he realized it was the main circuit switch flipped off. "Now, how did that happen?" He questioned before he flipped it upwards and the house's lights sparked back to life, giving him some illumination. "Well, probably was Allen playing one of his lame ass jokes." Gerald mumbled before he closed the box and turned around to see a man standing behind him, it wasn't the fact that he was there, the fact that he wearing a black jumpsuit, or even the large knife he had in his hand, but it was the mask that gave him a strange feeling.
"Um, hi?" He greeted shyly.
"Well, it looks like Gerald isn't so useless after all." Arnold said as the room chuckled before suddenly, the lights began flickering for a few moments before they all died. "Nevermind."
"That goddamned idiot." Ed raged as he walked towards the door. "I bet that dumbass probably broke something or some shit." He grumbled as he closed the door. "Gerald, what the hell did you do?" Ed shouted as he reached the circuit breaker and everything inside of him went numb. Gerald looked at him with bloodshot eyes and foam leaking from his mouth while he was pinned to the box by what looked like a kitchen knife handle jutting out of his stomach. "Oh my God." Ed cried out as he backed away before he backed into what felt like another person. He turned to come face to face with his literal nightmare, everything about this man was exactly like he was in the dream, the mask, the jumpsuit, even the dark eyes, became his nightmarish reality. "No." Ed whispered out, walking backwards. "No, you're not real!" Ed shouted at the man who tilted his head, almost like he was studying him. "You're not real, you're just a dream!" Ed said as the man began walking towards him and, without looking, wrapped his fingers around the wooden handle of the knife and ripped it out of Gerald's gut, letting his body collapse in a heap to the side. "You're not real!" Ed screamed as the figure reached out his knife and stabbed downwards, cutting through Ed's left arm sleeve and cutting his skin open. Ed cried out in pain as he grabbed his arm in attempt to stop the blood flow and came to realization that he was indeed awake and his nightmare has come to finish its job it stared in the dream. He quickly turned around and ran as the masked man continued walking behind him slowly, almost like he was taking his time. Running around the house in a desperate attempt to lose him, he made it to the front door and quickly closed it behind him.
"Ed?" Winry asked as Ed quickly turned around and locked every lock the door had to offer. "What happened to your arm? Where's Gerald?" Winry asked as Ed turned around and slid to the ground against the door, stuck in shock. "It can't be. It's not real." Ed began mumbling to himself as Al and Winry walked over to him, looking into his eyes.
"Ed, what's wrong?" Al asked his brother
"He's real." Ed simply whispered out.
"Who, who's real?" Al asked softly, trying to sort it out.
"The man...from my dream." Ed whispered out before he looked at Winry. "He's real?"
"From the dream the other night ago?" She asked and Ed nodded. "Where's Gerald?"
"He killed him, he pinned him to the breaker outside with a knife." Ed clarified, clutching his hair in his hands. Al and Winry looked up worried before Al said the unthinkable.
"I'm going to go check."
"No!" Ed shouted, his head turning around quickly to look his little brother in his eyes and for the first time in a very, very long time, Al saw true terror in his brother's eyes. "You're not going, we need to go get the police."
"I'll do it." Natalie said, grabbing her bag as she walked to the door.
"I'll go with her." Ted said as he got up behind her. "No use in letting you go by yourself and getting killed."
"Okay, but please be careful." Winry said as Al walked Ed over to the couch. They unlocked the door and opened the door to the darkness of the night. Locking their hands together, the duo walked over to their cars. Natalie dug through her purse until she finally found the keys to her car, which was only a few feet away, but anything could happen in those few feet. Ted listened for any sound, any movement in the fog, something that could potentially lead to them dying. So far, there was nothing that seemed out of the ordinary. Once close enough, she quickly unlocked the door and Ted climbed in while she kept watch before she climbed in and closed the door. After starting the engine, she quick a u-turn and headed down the road towards the town.
Arnold, watching the duo leave, cheered as he saw it.
"They made it, they're going to get help!" Arnold cheered as Winry smiled and Al wrapped his shoulders around his brother.
"They're going to get help, Ed, we're going to be fine." Al reassured as Ed cracked a smile, albeit a very small smile, but a smile nevertheless. "We're going to be fine."
"Whoa, I was really scared there for a second." Arnold sighed before the window behind him crashed and he felt a pain, but it was quick and sudden. He blinked as Winry, covered in what looked like blood, looked at him and let out a piercing scream. Ed and Al looked up before also letting out a scream. He looked down to see what was the problem before he saw what it was: a fence post, or at least it was before someone took it and sharpened it to a fine point, was poking out of his chest. Before his mind could let the pain process, he was suddenly pulled out the window by the rope tied to the spike.
"Arnold!" Winry screamed as Al and Ed, thinking quickly for their fortress was penetrated, grabbed the coffee table and put it against the window.
"Winry, go grab the hammer and nails!" Ed commanded as a blade stabbed through the center of the table. "Hurry!" Ed shouted as Winry ran off to complete her task. The blade was quickly retracted before entering at another part, closer to Al, making him scream and accidentally giving away his position. The blade was quickly retracted before Al, pushing back to distance himself just before the blade stabbed it way through, this time exactly where he was and would've penetrated his chest.
"Stop!" Ed said as the blade was retracted and both the boy began holding the table by the legs before the blade cut through the wood again, this time exactly where Ed was.
"My grip is slipping." Al said as this time, there was a thud against the table, strong enough to send the men flattering back a few feet before pushing it back against. Finally, Winry returned and began the process of hammering the table to the wall, dodging the knife cutting through the wood before she finished and they let go of the table. It seemed like the man behind the table disappeared as Ed observed, ready to ensure that if the man bust through, he would be ready to pounce on him. But after a few minutes, it seemed like the man gave up on breaking through. They watched and waited the window while Ed sat back down, covering his face with his hands. How did his nightmare become real? Better yet, did he know this man? It seemed like he would've remembered meeting a maniac wearing a mask and stabbing people with a knife.
"Al, do you know anyone who would want you, Ed, or I dead?" Winry asked, basically reading Al's mind.
"No, everyone who would want us dead are dead." Al explained. "I can't think of anyone." Al explained before Ed remembered something.
A couple of months after Todd was born, Pinako's health began to decline but, satisfied with finally seeing the birth of her first grandfather, she refused treatment, she just wanted to be at rest. Winry took over caring for her to watch the kids, so Ed stood in the gap for her. On the day before she died, she called him over to her bedside. She pulled out an old letter, signed by his mother.
"This letter was given to me before she died. She told me to give to you once you turn old enough." She wheezed out.
"What is it about?" I asked her.
"I don't know, but it was important enough that she made me promise to give this to you." She said as Ed took the letter but put it away for now. He had to tend to Pinako, then he would read it.
The letter, he still had it. Ed immediately got up and ran over to the small chest he got specifically for it and lifted the lid to see the letter, lying there just as he had left.
"Ed, what is it?" Al asked as Ed quickly tore it open pulled out the sheet of paper with handwriting he instantly recognized as his late mother's.
To Edward and Alphonse, my dear children
If you are receiving this letter from Pinako rather than I, then this means I died before you were old enough to learn about my past life. My name isn't Trisha Elric, but rather it is Angel Myers. I changed my name because I was running for my life with you both from my twin brother, James. James and I were six years with an older sister named Judy when something happened to James. He used to be a child just like you both, but something happened to him. He changed so drastically, one day he was enjoying life and the next he became more quiet and reserved. Whenever we asked him about, he said he heard dead people telling him to kill his family. My mother and father had no explanation until our grandmother told us a story about her days, when her father got into a land dispute with a local group of witches. He told them that they could no longer remain on his land if they refused to pay rent, so they put a curse on his family, saying one day, a child will stop at nothing to ensure that the entire family line would be exterminated. We, of course, took it as her mind slipping from her...until he murdered our older sister Judy and both of our parents while they slept in their beds. He would've killed me too if our neighbor hadn't have heard the screams and called the police. He was arrested and placed in a mental hospital. He was held for 21 years before he escaped and came after me. Your father managed to keep him at bay and soon, he stopped and I fear one day, he will resume his pursuit. Ed, if you are the one reading, please do everything in your power to protect your brother. Maybe you guys can fight him off, but I can't stress it enough: get out of there! Do not risk your life, just leave and try to find a way to kill him and test it out.
Please, just survive somehow...
Your Mother
I love you both so much
"Ed." Al called out, shocking Ed from the letter back to the real world, was this why he dreamed about him? Was it a warning to get out?
"This man is our mother's brother." Ed explained, giving the letter to Al. Al and Winry both read it before they covered their mouths in shock. "He's coming to finish the job."
"Ed, what will we do?" Winry said. "We don't have anything to fight him off."
"We're pretty safe in here, any entrance is locked and we hear it if he walks in." Ed explained. "I hate to say it, but we just have to wait until they come back...or until dawn."
-45 Minutes Later-
"Who is it?" Winry asked to a knock to the door as Ed walked beside her, gun trained on the door.
"It's the police, please open it." A gruff voice said as Ed and Winry both looked at each other before a familiar voice called out.
"Ed, it's really us." Ted said as they both sighed in relief and opened the door to see a police officer and Ted rushed in to give Winry a crushing hug. "So, glad you to are safe."
"Are you guys alright?" The police officer said before something dropped down from behind. The officer quickly drew his gun and aimed the gun in the face of James, who quickly swung his newly acquired ax upward, slicing the half of the officer's skull into two. The trio screamed as Ed, quickly grabbed the officer's gun from his hand as the body fell. James slammed the ax down just as Ed shut the door. The strength from the ax's hit cause the door to jump with enough force to make Ed fall back.
"We can get through the backdoor!" Al shouted as another strike slammed against door, this time making the wood groan.
"You guys go, I'll stop him when he gets through the door." Ed told them.
"No!" Al responded. "You're coming with us, you're not about to kill yourself playing hero."
"But when he bursts through the door-" Ed began before James kicked open the door, ax in hand. "Never mind." Ed said as the group escaped the quickly approaching James to get to the back of the house. Soon, they reached the locked door and Winry's hand fumbled with the locks before they finally opened. They quickly escaped the house, Ted making up the back of the group before he tensed and fell forward, the ax jutting out of his skull.
"NO!" Winry screamed as Ed withdrew the ax and looked at his little brother. Al shook his head no, but Ed ignored him and looked at his uncle, standing in the doorway.
"Come at me, you son of a bitch." Ed said as James withdrew his knife and approached with a stab downward, but Ed twisted out of the way and counterattacked by slamming his ax into James' shoulder. James looked at it before he grabbed it and threw it away, off into the distance. Ed, now weaponless, stood his ground and dodged the slash and punched James in the face. James' head twisted to the side before snapping back into place and he retaliated with a headbutt, sending Ed flying backwards while blood poured from his broken nose. James walked forward, twisting the knife in hand into a stabbing position.
"No!" Al screamed as he tackled James to the ground before helping the dazed Ed up to his feet. James stood up as Al tried to kick him away, but James grabbed his foot and twisted it 90 degrees. Al cried in pain as Ed charged him with a headbutt to the chest, forcing James to drop Al, but he stood his ground and slammed his elbow into Ed's back, sending him sprawling to the ground. Ed was about to stand when James kicked him in the chest, sending him rolling away before finally landing on his back. James began to pursue when he felt an arm grab his ankle, he looked down to see Al and he stabbed him in the bicep, making him scream in pain. Convinced he was disabled, James restarted his pursuit for his stronger nephew, who coughed out blood and noticed James approaching him with his knife in a stabbing position.
So, this is how it ends Ed realized as he watched his uncle approach him.
"STOP!" Winry called out, a gun aimed directly at James, who seemed in shock for a second before turning and heading in her direction. "James, stop!" She called as he stopped, this time shocked she said his name. "I'm not afraid to shoot." Winry said before James continued walking towards her. Holding true to her promise, she fired a shot directly in the center of his chest. He flinched, grasping the wound before she took another shot, this time striking him in the heart. He immediately fell to the ground with no audible acknowledgment of pain. Winry sighed as she dropped to the ground and Ed ran over to her, wrapping his arms around her.
"It's all over." Ed comforted her. "It's all over." Ed repeated as he began chuckling with tears running down his eyes as police sirens began to cut through the now silent night.
Once the police investigated, the corner loaded James' body on to the gurney and into the truck while the police questioned Ed and Winry about the incident. Once that through, Al was sent to the clinic to stay overnight while Ed and Winry made their at Natalie's house, where their kids were with a babysitter for the night.
Silently whistling to himself while traveling down the dark country road, Tom couldn't help but think about what he found on this man from first inspection. The ax wound he found should have cut his arm completely off, but by chance his arm not only stayed intact, he was apparently using it. Another marvel was that the first gunshot that should have killed only made him flinch and only the shot to the heart killed him. But perhaps the most amazing thing was that he apparently stabbed and pinned a poor soul to a circuit breaker box. If this was true, then they both should've died during that time, and if the young man was right, he should have died when he withdrew the knife. Thinking to himself, he didn't see the body under the sheet in the bag begin to stir. James sat up, observing his surroundings before he noticed the man driving. Tom didn't hear him as he crept up behind him and, before his mind could process the event happening, snapped his neck. Moving quickly, he moved the body out of the seat and took control of the wheel before the car did a u-turn and began making his way back.
"Home sweet home." Natalie said as Ed and Winry walked in with their bags and their kid's toys. The little tots were sitting around and ran to their parents while the teenage babysitter walked out with Natalie .
"Are we going home?" Todd asked as Ed and Winry quickly exchanged looks before returning to look at their child.
"We're gonna be staying with Natalie for a few days, but don't worry, we brought all of your toys." Winry explained as Ed nodded.
"Why?" Karen asked.
"I asked them, honey." Natalie jumped in, walking back in after talking with the babysitter. "I really enjoy having you guys over here. But it's really late so let's go upstairs and go to bed." Natalie said as the kids nodded.
"Okay." They said as Natalie went after them, leaving Ed and Winry to set up.
"You wanna shower first?"
"Yeah, I'm just happy that the kids didn't notice the shirt." Winry said as she took the towel from her husband and kissed him before going upstairs.
*30 Minutes Later*
With the kids finally settled in bed and their parents able to take a small breath of relief, they began setting up their bed on Natalie's couch bed, while the
"Are you okay down here?" Natalie asked Ed and Winry as they sat on the couch. "Because you guys can have the bed upstairs."
"No, thanks Natalie." Winry told with a sad smile. "You deserve a good night's rest after you helped us out. That was truly brave what you did."
"No, you guys deserve a goodnight's rest, you had to put down your..." Natalie trailed off.
"No," Ed cut in, "we'll be fine down here, but seriously thanks."
"No worries, you guys can stay here as long as you like. I'm going to go smoke, I'll be right back." She said as she walked to the door and opened it, only have her throat immediately slit. Her hands went instinctively to her throat as she tried to stop the blood flow and she turned around to look at Ed and Winry before James kicked her forward, shattering the coffee table.
"Run, up the stairs!" Ed shouted as James walked into the house. Ed and Winry took off, knocking down everything they could to slow the resurrected killer down. Once they reached their kid's room, they quickly locked the door and Ed placed the chair against their door.
"Mommy, what's going on?" Todd asked as he and his sister sat up in their bed, rubbing their eyes.
"Nothing sweetie, let's just..." Winry said as she looked around before her eyes rested on a window, "let's climb onto the roof." She said, quickly opening up the window and helping her kids out of it just as a large bang against the door echoed through the room.
"What was that?" Karen asked Winry helped her out of the window. Ed began searching through the room, looking for something to fight him off before he remembered: the police never took the gun. He felt around his person and quickly found it.
"Just climb to that flat part right there." Winry said as the door was hit again before a knife cut through it. "Ed, come on." Winry said as a fist broke through the door. Ed quickly squeezed through the window just as James looked through the hole. Ed closed the window just as James broke through the door and the chair.
"Climb up." Winry said as she helped her children up the flattest part of the roof. Once they reached that part, Karen looked back and let out a terrified scream. Ed turned around and saw his uncle looking out of the window at them before beginning to climb out. "Come on, Ed." Winry said as she held out her hand and helped pull Ed up to the flat part. Once he was stable, he looked up to see Michael stood up and was standing up, moving towards them. Ed quickly pulled out the gun and steadies the aim and fired it, sending a bullet straight through James' forehead. James' body fell backwards before he began rolling down the roof and fell down to the ground. The family stayed frozen in shock before Ed began crawling towards the window. Ed quickly flew down the stairs and went to the spot, gun in hand, and walked around the house to the spot. There was nothing there, not even a drop of blood.
"Is he there?" Winry asked from the top of the roof before the roar of a car engine drowned his answer. He quickly ran around to see Natalie's car crash through the garage door, speeding out onto the road towards...
Oh shit! Ed thought. "You guys are safe, you can come down!" Ed called out as he ran into the house to grab his keys before he ran back to his car. Quickly starting it, he peeled off down the road, hoping to catch up with James before he reached the clinic.
Please Al, just survive somehow Ed thought as a few raindrops began to drop onto his windshield. "Shit." He said.
"Lisa, where have you been?" Mrs. Ales asked as Lisa walked through the doors...15 minutes late.
"Sorry, I got held up, my family was going crazy and I had to go play nurse for the ones who were beaten."
"While I was here covering for your ass when I should be home with my husband." Mrs. Ales continued her as Lisa rolled her eyes. "I swear sometimes." She muttered under her breath.
"What is your wrinkled ass gonna do?" Lisa in turn muttered under her breath, not really caring if she heard it or not. Instead, Mrs. Ales just finished packing her things and left through the doors. Lisa rolled her eyes and looked at the patient sheet to see that there was only one patient there for tonight.
"Well, I should probably go check up on him." She said to herself as she grabbed the paperwork and doctor's report, who apparently left early tonight to, and began making her way down the hall. She looked to her left for a second, as per her usual routine, out of the window. In the moment that the lightning flashed, she swore she saw a man standing outside with a white mask staring back at her. She looked back at the paperwork before looking back and seeing nothing, just the dark forest behind hospital. Thinking her mind is playing tricks, she smiled and looked back at the paperwork before opening the door to the only patient of the night's room.
"Well, how are you feeling, Mr. Elric?" She asked as she walked to Al, currently with a tightly bandaged arm and ankle. He's cute Lisa thought to herself as Al looked to face her.
"I'm fine, thank you." He said politely with a hint of shyness. "Well, if I could just get a glass of water, I would be perfect." He said as Lisa looked over at his table, which should have a pitcher of water and cup, was barren.
"Oh damn, the nurse who brought you here forgot to bring your water." She sighed as she looked at Al with a small apologetic smile. "I'm sorry for that, I'll be right back." She said told him as she put the paperwork on a small table and closed the door softly as she left. "The dumb bitch has the nerve to berate me for being ten minutes late when she forgets the most basic of things." Lisa said to herself as she walked to the nurse's station and began searching for the pitchers and cups. What she failed to notice was that behind her, the window was wide open, rain blowing in. After a few seconds, she soon felt the wind in the place pick up and raindrops beginning to hit her. "Damn!" She cried out as she quickly closed the window and looked down at the soaked floor. "Shit." She sighed as she quickly grabbed the pitcher and began to fill it from the faucet and grabbed a cup before beginning to walk back down to the room. Strangely, she felt the feeling of being watched but then again, being in a clinic with one other person, that person being a patient who was confined to his room, it must have just been her nerves getting to her. Especially since there was those big murders tonight down at the poor patient's brother's house. She knocked before entering and smiled at the patient.
"There you go." She said as she poured the water into a cup and handed it to him.
"Thank you so much." He said as he took it with his good arm and quickly gulped it down.
"Well, according to our charts, we may have to keep you for a few days to ensure none of them wounds get infected and also to let your ankle get better, but don't worry, we'll take good care of you."
"Thank you, I guess I'll to call my wife and let her know I won't be back home tomorrow." He said, a bit sad.
"Oh, you're married?" Lisa asked while in her mind, she was kicking and screaming.
"Yeah, she doesn't know what happened at my brother's house and I don't want her finding out through the radio or anything like that." He explained. "The worst thing that could happen is when they mix up the names and I end up on the dead list."
"Yeah, that would be hard for anyone to hear." Lisa said before she awkwardly scratched her head and began to back up. "Alright, well if you need me, just press that button the wall. I'll be here all night, so don't worry." She told him as he nodded with a smile as she gathered the paperwork and walked out of the room. "Why do all the good ones have to be taken?" She asked herself as she sadly walked back to the nurse's station and, since there was nothing left to do (She sure wasn't gonna mop the floor, that's for sure), she picked up a book that contained some of most famous poems in history. She found herself reading one entitled, "The Crow," by Ethan Allen Pugh. So caught up in the tragedy of a man slowly losing his grip on sanity, she failed to hear the figure emerge from the closet behind her and slowly make his way towards her.
Reading one of the books Ed gave him to keep himself busy, Al soon found himself just staring out of his window at the rain, along with the occasional strike of lightning. Such a horrible night had let loose rain like this before, the night Nina's father turned against her and turned her into a chimera for his own selfish gain.
"Family can suck." Al said his conclusion of thinking before a loud scream echoed through the small clinic. "What the hell?" Al asked out loud before he managed to work himself out of the wrap his ankle was suspended on. Ignoring his pain, Al limped to his door and opened it. Not wanting to be seen, Al peered his head out and what he saw made his entire body go numb. The kind nurse he was just speaking to was in the hands of his uncle, who held her off of in the air with one hand, as her intestines began falling out of the slice he made to her abdomen. Before he could catch himself, Al fell into the hallway with a loud 'oof." James' head snapped towards his direction and immediately dropped the nurse to the floor and began making his way to his fallen nephew.
"No, he can't be here, he's dead!" Al told himself as he hurried to his feet and limped into his room, quickly slamming the door and blocking it with a chair he had. Hurrying to the window, he began looking for a handle before he realized why he couldn't find one: it was painted shut.
"Shit!" He said as he limped over to his bedpan and smashed the window before a loud thud was heard from the room.
James punched the door again, this time making the wood creak before he grew tired of wasting his time and stabbed it and pushed the knife downwards. His prey wasn't going to escape tonight as he quickly placed another stab against the door before he finally kicked it open with all of his might. The door and the chair that was blocking it slammed into the other side of the room. James examined the small room and saw a window open with Al's patient robe on it. He began walking towards the window to see if he could find a glimpse. Reaching it, he bent down slightly to look outside before he realized that there was no one out there. He was then slammed in the head with something metal that disoriented him and made him begin to lose his balance. Al, having hid under the bed with his bedpan, quickly began limping out of the room just James realized he had been had and began his slow stride towards the man.
"Shit, shit!" Al cried out as he tried to put weight on his ankle, but it was too damaged to walk on and he remained forced to lean against the wall while he hopped down the hallway with his cursed uncle following close behind. Reaching the end of the hallway and to the front doors, Al began hopping before he trip over something on the floor. Falling to the floor, he looked back to see Lisa's dead eyes staring back at him before a black boot filled his vision. James walked around the nurse and looked his nephew dead in the eye before he twisted his knife in his hand.
"Please, James...don't do this." Al pleaded, seemingly stopping James in his tracks. "I'm your nephew." Al cried out as James looked down at him before he placed his foot on the back of Al's neck to hold him down. Just as he raised the knife and took aim, a gunshot rang out before two more rang out. Al felt the foot's weight was lifted and we watched James flinch backwards. Al quickly turned around to see Ed holding a gun.
"Come on, we've got to go!" Ed commanded as he helped Al up and quickly helped him outside into the pelting rain. James quickly looked back up to see his prey escaping and began going after them. Ed practically flung Al into the front seat before hopping over him quickly taking off into the night. The rain hit the windshield hard as the two brothers remained quiet while Ed sped down the country road.
"Are you okay?" Ed finally broke the silence.
"Yeah, you got there just in time." Al told him with a sad smile. "How did he survive?"
"I don't know, I shot him in the forehead and he still survived." Ed told them before he looked in the rearview mirror to see headlights quickly approaching him from behind. "Shit, shit, shit!" Ed said as he began flooring it, but the car quickly matched his speed and caught up.
"Go faster!" Al commanded.
"It's going as fast as it can!" Ed said as the headlights turned to the right and he could see the car appearing to his left. Looking to the side, he saw that damned white mask before the car slammed into his, sending him to the right. "Damn it, hang on Al." Ed warned as he quickly slammed the car back, sending the attacker's car to the left before it slammed into him, a bit more momentum. Ed struggled to get control of the car before he soon saw through the pelting rain to see what was approaching up ahead, a hill going downward. Before his mind could comprehend a solution in the problem, both cars went flying into the forest.
A pain shot through Ed's head as he felt a few drops of water dropping against his forehead. His sound was drowned out by the sound of the car's horn going off in a continuous sustained note. He opened it to see the seat, upside down and he was lying on the room. Trying to move, he felt pain in his arm and look to see a deep cut into his bicep and another more superficial one on the back of his hand. He looked to his right to see Al, who looked more or less fine since he was in the backseat when they flew down the cliff. Wait, they flew off the cliff be-Ed quickly put aside his pain and began to pull out of the car to look at the wreckage. His car was flipped and the front was totaled, the engine exposed and probably the only think that kept it from being lit and a fire killing them both was the rain. Maybe there was a merciful God. Ed turned around and, even through the darkness, could see the fate that beheld James. His mask was the only thing he could see as what seemed to be James' head hang limply under a tree. He had been propelled from the crash while their car hit and uprooted the rather small, but nevertheless heavy, tree and it fell on top him. Walking towards him, he soon found through a flash of lightning the knife he carried, stuck into the side of the tree like he was trying to get it off and continue his mission. His face stared directly up at the rain, seemingly now unconscious. Ed grabbed the knife and pulled it from the tree before walking around it to James's head. Grabbing it in both hands, he aimed and slammed the knife down into James' head and continued stabbing to ensure that he wouldn't come back. By the time he finished, the white mask was torn and covered in red as James' grey matter was exposed to the rain. Convinced he was finally dead, Ed stood up with the knife still in hand and began walking away before a hand grabbed his ankle. Knowing whose hand it was, he quickly and forcefully slammed the knife into his throat and twisted it until he accomplished what he wanted and James' hand went limp. Ed then kicked the decapitated head away into the darkness of the forest before he heard Al beginning to groan. He limped over to his brother and found him slowly coming back to consciousness.
"What happened?" Al asked as Ed smirked for the first time that night.
"Nothing, it's all over. Let's go." He said as he helped his brother out of the car, careful to avoid the glass and began making their way back down the road, back to civilization.
October 19, 1957
Edith and Ron couldn't be more happy. Edith had just given birth to a healthy baby boy just a few hours earlier and they were getting ready to see him and name him.
"Here goes your parents." The nurse said quietly as she handed the baby to his mother who smiled down.
"He's so beautiful, he looks just like his grandfather." Edith said as Ron looked up.
"So, what do you want to name him?" He asked as she looked at him and they both thought for a second before a name popped into their head.
"Michael. Michael Audrey Myers." She said and he nodded his head.
"I like that."
"Oh, is that him?" A pre-teen girl asked as she walked in with a camera.
"Yes, this is your younger brother, Michael." Edith told her with a smile. "He's going to be a fine addition to the family."
Hope you liked the updated Fullmetal Alchemist: Halloween Special. I know there isn't a lot of good parts or buildups for some things, but I really wanted to get this up today. At least the kills are pretty good though. Right? Right? No? Well...Happy Halloween!