So, this is a songfic. ArisaWeasley wrote one and gave me an idea! So now I wrote one.
Hers was 'Broken' by Seether...check it out after mine. Enjoy!
I recommend you listen to the song if you haven't.
Song: "Meant to Live" by Switchfoot.
Rating: K+
Genre: Angst
Character(s): Alphonse Elric, Edward Elric
(3-21-06)
Dreaming about Providence
And whether mice or men have second tries
Maybe we've been livin' with our eyes half open
Maybe we're bent and broken, broken
A blonde headed alchemist fumbled in the darkness, left leg detached from the rest of his body. "No, How could this have happened...no! Alphonse..." his sentence trailed with excessive amounts of pain, as he flipped over a suit of armor, and tried one last transmutation.
We want more than this world's got to offer
We want more than the wars of our fathers
And everything inside screams for second life, yeah
Alphonse Elric awoke, in the same cold eerie cellar covered in blood and fog. He felt different; like he couldn't sense the cold or warmth, the pain... Glancing around for Ed, he found nothing but more blood, his own clothes, and something else.
A pile of guts was centered in the transmutation circle he and his brother had drawn. It definitely wasn't what Ed had calculated, and it definitely wasn't human. Al couldn't even call it a beast. "How could this happen? Brother!" Al cried. His voice echoed inside himself, making him stop frantically glancing around, and taking a look at himself.
His hands were thick gloves, and his whole body was metal. A suit of armor. "What..." his voice trailed off when he noticed all the blood. "Ed?" he called again. His mind slowly pieced together what had happened.
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
We were meant to live
We were meant to live
"Brother..." Al whispered, kneeling on a small pile of dirt, facing a gravestone. 'Edward Elric' were the letters engraved, followed by a birth and death date and a small comment about the boy at the bottom. Next to that grave, was another that read 'Trisha Elric.'
Everyone else had left, leaving Al to himself in the small Resembool cemetery. "This is the result of trying to bring you back, Mom...I lost my body, and brother his entire life." Al muttered. He looked at his hands, and then ran one of them along the edges of the gravestone.
Though, he couldn't feel the smooth, cold stone. Nothing. He was torn up inside his mind, and couldn't shed a single tear just because of his metal body. Beating a fist to the ground, he tried so hard to cry.
But couldn't make a single tear...
