Okay, like, five seconds ago I finished chapter 76 and I'm like, 'Holy fuck, Ed's dead, must write fic.' This is the first place my mind went to. I am officially disturbed. But is he really dead? Can the story continue without the protagonist? WE MUST WAIT A WHOLE MONTH TO FIND OUT!!!!! EEEKS!
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His head stirred. His mind was in a million shattered pieces, scattered around the floor and embedded in the walls with the contents of the explosion. It would take him hours to find them all. He felt a stinging metallic taste in the back of his throat, threatening to burst out in long, drawn out spurts. Metallic... Iron… Blood? He wanted to dip his fingers into the crimson liquid but he couldn't seem to move his arms enough to press his finger to his lips. He tried lifting his head experimentally to see if he could. He managed a couple inches before he collapsed again. This small movement alone cost him the miniscule amount of energy he gained by lying still, collecting his thoughts. Dislodged rubble from the ceiling dangled by a few last hinges in their wire skeletons before clipping off into the ground. He saw the two chimeras; their noses still an angry red from the particle explosion he produced… He felt a small smirk broil somewhere in his belly but he couldn't find the strength needed to give it physical form. His mind trailed sluggishly, the last thing he could remember was Kimblee, Kimblee smiling that Satan's smile and Kimblee detonating the entire ammunitions mine…
"He brought down the whole tower?" Ed thought, dumbstruck. "Fuck…"
His legs, in comparison to the light metal they had been replaced with, felt increasingly lead-like. He tried to support himself on his arms and staggered over, a few drops of blood dribbling down his chin and landing on the floor in innocent little plops. He dragged his arm as few inches as he could in front of his line of vision, the dull, blood-soaked blade catching his eye in the light, and all he could think about was tearing Kimblee apart limb-by-limb for crushing him under this pile of crap. "Where'd… Kimblee go…" He slurred, not really expecting an answer. He tried to shift his body, only to find that he couldn't move, he was bound by a large metallic something. He tried, but whatever movements he made with his lower body received no response from his lower half. When he tried to move his legs, he found that every joint slit against his skin like a knife embedded in his knees. Every movement earned him a scraping sound from below his left thigh. Another gush of blood drew out from his mouth as he turned his head to remove the sharp, penetrating object that ripped apart his very body. He froze in shock. "No… No way…"
Protruding from his left side was a metal shaft, the end of which produced the sound, of metal scraping against the ground, clear through his left kidney. His eyes couldn't send the signals to his brain fast enough; he could not register what he was seeing.
A final burst of blood escaped his lips, his eyes rolled back into his head and Edward Elric knew no more.
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