A/N: hi there, so I felt like writing something a bit different than my usual stuff, and yeah came up with this. Basically Ed I being held captive and over time starts to hallucinate various things and people... promise it will get better as it goes on ;P hope you like, please let me know what you think as am trying something new :) thanks!

Hunger was such an interesting thing to experience, a truly unique progression of sensation which few people could truly understand to its fullest extent. True, most at some point in their lives had felt the beginning stages, the internal grumbling, the sharp pain of an empty stomach, maybe even the slight weakness when one too many meals were missed from working too long. But at that moment in time, Ed had realised that his hunger had transcended such mundane planes of existence. He was discovering what lay beyond the simple problems of a skipped lunch, this was an entirely new realm of sensations.

He supposed the best way to describe how he felt at that moment was… floaty… yeah, that seemed to fit, even though paradoxically his limbs seemed unusually heavy and awkward. And not just his automail- his flesh and blood appendages also seemed to have gained several pounds of weight and so he no longer had any desire to move them. Not that he really could of course- seeing as how they were currently chained to the wall against which he leant so as to prevent him performing alchemy. But that was beside the point… wait… what had the point been?

The blonde screwed his face up in thought, absentmindedly try to blow a few loose strands of dull gold hair away from his eyes. Oh yes- hunger, that was what he had been considering… floaty… oh yes, he had finally pinned down the technical term for the way that his mind seemed to be ever so slightly detached from his present circumstances. It was as if his skull was full of helium and would happily drift away if not for the inconvenience of the rest of his corporeal form.

For a moment the mental image made him smile a little to himself in the dark… what if it happened? His head taking off and escaping, rising higher and gliding all the way back home to central... it could get help, tell the others where he was and what had happened and to come and get him and-

It was a few minutes before he realised that he was no longer smiling. Supposed helium in his brain notwithstanding, his head drooped until his chin rested against his chest.

Of course he still believed that they would come for him. In truth he knew it, every fibre of his being thrumming with the certainty that of course he was not abandoned. Of course they were going to reach him. Of course… of course… of course…

But he didn't know how long he had already been waiting, and the words were starting to feel as hollow as his insides…

A small voice, slightly raspy and yet still with a hint of steel was the only sound in the surrounding black, "of course…"