Today was fun. We got a bunch of pictures uploaded to our deviantart today which is like... the first time we've used the account. U can check us out, we're FangirlsandCo. Tell us if we're decent or not and what to fix! ^_^ I really wanted cyberpunk goggles tho T^T poo on dealers for closing too early! Also I got glomped to the floor yesterday. Hurt... I think we're going to upload our arms on DA in scraps... how exciting, you say? Yes, very exciting because they're signed by TRAVIS WILLINGHAM!!!!1 *squee* And he huggled us and got a picture with us and wrote his name in our deathnote (tara: he didn't die) and drew me a picture! We'll have to upload it. ^_^
Have you ever noticed that Tara and I are... like... obsessed with Ed being in the hospital?... idk but i've noticed we talk about it all the time.
"Ed," It was coming back to him, now of all times, "That stone is more powerful than anything in the world. More dangerous. Do not go looking for it, and do not use it. It will cause nothing but trouble and more heartbreak than before."
All the muscles in his thighs tightened and adrenaline pumped through his body. It was over, but he was still shaking. He felt like tapping his foot or fingers, but he was too cold, shivering. He needed something to do now. He felt his stomach churn.
This is what he had been waiting for. He'd waited nine years, and at seventeen, he couldn't wait any longer. The philosopher's stone was finally his. He could do what he wanted with it now; return his brother back to the body neither could remember anymore. He finally had a chance to have a normal arm and leg, to fix everything he'd messed up. He controlled every urge in his body to run up to Roy and snatch it out of his hands. He knew Roy would give it to him. Roy had gotten him this far. He had helped and supported him the entire way, and here he was, still fighting for Ed. Ed would never admit it aloud but he would have never gotten his hands on the stone if it weren't for Roy.
He moved closer as Roy held the stone out for him. He hadn't realized how much anticipation had built up in his chest until he let out the deep breath he'd been holding. Centimeters away and so close to the destiny he'd wanted for himself and his sibling.
As he touched the stone he felt odd. Roy was holding the other end but he felt so far away. Everything was too slow, and it felt like it was crushing in against him-- the kind of drowsy you get when it's four in the morning and all you want to do is sleep. The red tint that had covered his vision was slowly fading into a black abyss, and all he could do was reach out for Roy, attempt to find somebody.
Black ebbed away from his eyes as he wiped away the sleep. He was in an unfamiliar room, light blue and cheerful. The sunlight came in brilliant beams against the wall, declaring the time. It had to be about noon. He had to find out where he was so that he could get home. His mother and Al were probably waiting for him for lunch.
He stood up to leave but found that he was restricted by an IV cord.
I'm in a hospital. He looked at the bed next to him. He hadn't noticed earlier but there was another boy his age laying there, about 7. He had jet black unkempt hair and a solid frame. He was definitely taller than Ed, not that that was a comparison. Ed knew he was much shorter than most boys his age.
He pulled his IV cart over to the bed and poked the kid's forehead. He looked like he'd been through hell and back, being pale and bruised.
"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing!" He sat up quickly.
"Sorry, I was trying to wake you up," Ed stammered, the boy's eyes were as black as his hair. He was really pretty for being sick. Pretty probably wasn't the right word, but handsome was.
"Well-" The boy was cut off by a nurse who walked into the room.
"Hey shortie, I'm going to need you to lay back down." Ed's temper flared. He knew she meant no harm by it, but it still made him angry.
"Okay, we're going to have a nice policeman come in and talk to you. Is that okay?" She was a bit on the round side, and really did have a maternal nursing look about her. She didn't wait for an answer though, as she called in the man. "Mr. Duley, you can come in now."
The man was large, in a grandfatherly way. He towered over them by several feet. "Hello, boys. You've had a hard night, I'm sure."
Ed shrugged, not knowing what he meant. He couldn't remember what had happened; all he knew was that there were bruises all across his body. He wanted to ask where his mother was, and why she wasn't there, and why everything seemed so unfamiliar and surreal. But the cop interrupted him.
"I'm afraid we don't know your names. There are no missing persons reports at all in the county. Did something happen at home, did you run away?"
"I - I don't know."
"Well. Let's start with basics, then, okay? Tell me your name, please, and I'll try to get as much information as possible to get you back home."
"Edward," he kept it short. Ed didn't like the police. He knew they weren't part of the military, but they were closely related fields, and he couldn't stand the military and their war hawks.
"Edward... Do you not have a last name, son?"
"It's Elric, and don't call me son." The man gave a lopsided smile, as if he thought the kid was funny, "And you?" He glanced at the black haired boy in the other bed.
"Roy Kettler," he slumped back into his bed. He wasn't too interested in talking either.
"So, Roy. Ed. Tell me what happened to you two. Why did you guys end up passed out and beaten in a cave?" Duley made them sound like they were guilty of something. Ed didn't like it. He hadn't been anywhere near a cave in the first place, and he never even knew the kid sitting next to him.
"I was never near a cave, I was at the river yesterday with my brother and mom!" He was getting so confused. Why was he here? He couldn't remember getting hurt at all. He felt perfectly fine, as well. There were no bruises on him like there were on Roy.
"Yeah, I don't even know this guy," Roy pointed to Ed. "I was at home yesterday."
"Okay, boys. I'm going to need your parents names. We've been trying to find them for hours now. We'll sort this out." He handed Ed a piece of paper to write the names. He scrawled Trisha Elric on the piece of paper.
"What about your dad's name?" he held the paper back out.
"He's gone."
The paper went to Roy, who scrawled a name.
"Jeff Kettler? Don't tell me you don't have a mother."
"She's gone too."
The man sighed, "Thank you, kids. Rest up, we'll get your parents here." Mr. Duley left.
Duley was on the phone again. The man on the other end was being difficult.
"I'm telling you sir, the records say Trisha Elric died about ten years ago." he stammered.
"Fine, what about this Jeff Kettler?" Duley asked.
"Sir, I don't have to look up Duley to remember that. It was on the news twenty five years ago. Jeff Kettler was the man who got caught sexually abusing his kid, ran out of the state with him. He killed himself after his kid was taken by the state and adopted by somebody else. His trial didn't even have a chance to go through."
"This isn't possible. How would these kids have knowledge of things that went down ten plus years ago?" He was more talking to himself.
"Is that all sir?"
"Yes, thank you." Duley hugn up. Who were these kids?
^_^ i think this is going to be an adorable story! a bit sad though T^T. Sorry for not uploading anything in forever!
