Full Summary: Edward struggles to keep himself sane as he tries to recover from endless nights of cruelty. Alphonse knows there's many things his brother isn't telling him, and Alphonse tries to bring the old Edward to the surface—but can he bring Edward out of his fake world and into reality… the one that's out to kill him off for good?

*Ed's Insanity Speaking: It looks like this!*

HI PEOPLES!I'M BACK WITH THE SEQUEL OF TORTURED SOUL! YAAAAAAAY! I'm so friggin hyper! Sorry I late—my computer crashed and I lost the original chapter! I had to re-write it TT_TT!

Abe: Where the fuck u been at?

Me: Didn't I explain?

Abe: Yeah, but these poor motherfuckers have been waiting since—what, Tuesday?

Me: I sowy! So sowy! Blame my laptop!

Abe: U isn't worthy to finish this!

Me: I-I'll make it up to them! This'll be an interesting chapter!

Abe: It better be, lazy-ass.

~FADING SOUL~

Edward opened both his eyes. His golden eyes stayed on the ceiling. He blinked and groggily let his head roll to the side. He couldn't move. Blurry memories flashed in his mind, and dread rose in his chest.

"Brother? Brother, you're awake!" Ed's eyes widened at the sound of Al's voice. He turned his head to the right, and sure enough, Al was standing there.

A strong feeling of guilt washed over Edward as he saw his brother. It was so strong that he choked on the words he was about to utter. A lump grew in his throat and his stomach tied itself in knots as it churned. He felt as if he were going to be sick, and wasn't so surprised when the bile came up in his throat.

Al saw the huge shudder run through Ed's body and immediately reached for the bucket they had kept beside the bed just in case. He put a huge hand behind his brother's back and quickly lifted Edward into a sitting position and looked away as Edward began to heave heavily into the bucket.

Edward thought his insides were spilling out of him. He held onto the rim of the bucket so his face wouldn't fall in. He opened his eyes for a second and saw blood mix in with whatever he was throwing up.

He felt like paper as he finally stopped hurling his insides out. Al slowly set his older brother down and laid the bucket onto the ground. He stared at his brother's thin form, ragged breaths sending shudders throughout Edward's body.

Dammit… I can't believe I just did that in front of Al… Ed never liked showing how weak he felt in front of his little brother. He was supposed to be taking care of Al's problem—not the other way around. He's not supposed to… not supposed to…

If you're supposed to take care of your brother, then why'd you force him into committing a taboo and let his body get taken from him? Some brother YOU are.

Edward swallowed at the lump in his throat. Another wave of guilt went through him, but he refused to acknowledge it for Al's sake.

"How long…?" The sound of his own voice frightened him. His voice came out hoarse and pitiful sounding, like the voice of a child that had gotten scolded for shaving the cat. His voice cracked, unused to speaking out loud.

"How long what, brother? What are you saying?" Al's voice was like music to Edward's ears. It felt like an eternity since he had heard the soft, soothing tone from his little brother.

"When… How long have I…been here?" His throat burned, so Ed had to make his sentences short as he forced air into his aching lungs. The air was so clean that it made him dizzy and extremely lightheaded. The room was beginning to spin, and he felt as if the temperature had dropped.

Al hesitated to answer. He knew his brother would be happy to know how much time he had spent in a hospital, knowing Ed's trypanophobia might take over. He always hated doctors and hospitals—but needles were the worst. He'd flip out.

"About… Two weeks…" Ed froze. Two… WEEKS…? What the crap could they have done to me by now? Oh shit. Oh… SHIT. They could have been on another mission by now! Nonono nonono!

Ed shook his head frantically not wanting to believe it. But it only resulted in a headache. I've wasted so much time! The room got colder, and Ed began to shiver uncontrollably. Strangely, he felt as if his insides were burning. His eyes wouldn't focus. I shouldn't be getting worked up…! I gotta calm down! Ed felt close to hysterics, and almost yelled out a few profanities. Luckily, he bit his tongue, so Al wouldn't hear him and give him a lecture on manners and rudeness.

Suddenly, he felt like singing. He felt hyper. Lightheaded. Loopy. Felt like running through the streets screaming at the top of his lungs 'I'M RAPING YOUR CHILDREN!' Ed didn't understand himself.

Al heard a giggle and saw his brother stifling a laugh. Ed didn't realize he was about to laugh when he felt it well up in his chest.

You're so funny! You make me laugh! You worry so much—and it makes me sick! Ahahahahahahahahaha! You're—you're so pathetic!

Anger filled inside of him, but Ed was slowly laughing. What's so funny? Nothing is funny!

I really am losing my mind… this voice in my head… it's so fucking annoying. I can't take this stupid shit! Oh crap, what if Al thinks I'm being a fucking masochist or something? A sadist?

He can't think any less of you than he does now. He knows you're lazy. He knows how idiotic you are. He knows how you love to rush into shit. He hates it when you put your life in danger. He hates you for leaving him alone for all these weeks. He hates you for killing your mother twice over. Face it, he already hates you enough.

Completely forgetting the fact that Alphonse was there, Ed curled up into a ball facing his brother, blank eyes staring right through everything. His stumps burned, but Ed was oblivious to the pain he was feeling. A small but audible whimper escaped his chapped lips.

Shut. The fuck. UP. You're not a fucking mind-reader!

Yet I can read yours.

Shuddup! You're just trying to twist the words in my head! He'd never think that! At least, I don't think so…

Ah, the uncertainty. I love it. The sweet, sweet feeling of melancholy rising up into your selfish little heart. So… pitiful. It just shows how terribly weak you've become. You're too soft. How sad.

How many times must I say it? SHUT UP! Ed couldn't tell anymore what made him shake under the covers. The temperature that seemed to be getting colder? The anger he felt? Or was it the fear? He couldn't decide. The covers now felt damp with the sweat that coated Edward's small form. He wanted to sleep, but if he did he would fall back into the world of darkness that lingered in the back of his mind. His eyelids felt heavy and he couldn't help but feel like the voice in his head was still laughing at him.

Al stood there. His brother had stopped laughing. The way his brother was laughing had scared him. Like it was someone else who seemed to look like his brother. Where are you nii-san? Where'd you go? I miss you so… Al noticed his brother begin to act differently. He looked sick again. Ed's face was slightly red, like when he was mad at something, but tried miserably not to show it.

Is he mad about being here so long? …or is he mad at me for letting the doctors keep him here? Oh brother… Al kept his gaze on Edward, who seemed transfixed on something Al couldn't see. Ed's eyes darted around the room, not lingering on one object long enough for Al to make sense of what he was thinking. Ed's famous poker face was set, and when it came to taking it down, it was virtually impossible. Al stood silently, wondering if he should call for a doctor to have a look at Ed, just in case…

You're melancholy affects more than yourself, you know. It makes me feel rotten. Then again, I love that feeling. If I rot, you rot. It's a win-win for both of us! Whilst rotting to our deaths, we can both escape this chaos-your reality- and off into a place where you have nothing expecting more of you. Your reality, it's so strange. Your world, so full of hate and suffering. It's also strange how everything is ruled by mankind's greatest sins. So disgusting. You're all pitiful. None of you miserable souls have the strength to realize that ALL of you are already dying inside, yet you all strive to live, knowing that being able to live another day means that your death is only postponed. Some seek immortality, yet death is inevitable. Trying to play God… you're all sick. Especially YOU. Dragging your only little brother into committing the worst taboo of all… sick.

You fully knew what the consequences were going to be-how high the risks were- yet, you stroke to bring your mother back. You failed. You killed your little brother. You didn't care. You just wanted to see your mother. How selfish. But what you saw didn't bring you any satisfaction. So you brought your little brother Alphonse back onto the picture so you wouldn't suffer all alone in this world. How greedy-you wanted the happy family you'd never have- so you took your mother and brother away from a blissful place, just so you wouldn't be alone. You're no better than anyone who you've brought to justice. But all the good things you do will never make up for what you've done. You're bound to Hell~! How marvelous~!

"Shut…up…" Edward whimpered, his only hand wrapped around his head. The whispering lies that seemed more like broken truths… and it hurts again.

What he feared were slowly becoming realities in his head. All the words he'd said and what he hid from everyone else bundled up into a cluster-fuck in his head.

All this pain…I want it to end…

But in the end, you always want it again. You can't help it. You're such a masochist. And I'm the wonderful sadist in your mind~! I'll pull you underneath the murky waters of doubt and into the real world that I see. One full of chaos, pain, sorrow, and sweet, sweet melancholy.

"Stop fucking with me!" Ed suddenly yelled, surprising Al, who hadn't expected to hear his voice sound so…pained.

Al moved away the blonde hair that stuck to Ed's forehead, and looked at his face for any signs of another sickness coming on.

"Brother, are you alright?" Al's voice came out a little shaky. His brother didn't normally yell out profanities in his sleep… The helmet with glowing, soulful eyes moved closer to look at his older brother's panic-stricken gaze.

His younger brother's voice drowned out the child-like voice echoing in his head. When he looked at him, Ed screamed. Alphonse didn't look like the armor he was used to seeing. Oh my god… oh my fucking hell…!

Instead of the armor, in Alphonse's place stood the body of the young 14 year old dirty blonde. His skin clung to bones that jutted out from torn, bloody skin. He was missing his eyes, and dry blood caked the area around his sockets. Hunks of flesh hung on bones like clothing, and the smell of rotten, burned meat filled the air.

"What's wrong Nii-san?" the mouth of the ungodly thing moved and blood poured out if the mouth, splashing against the white tiles. Edward screamed again, covering his head again as he tried to move away from the thing in front of him.

You killed your own little brother, Edward. Face it, you're a terrible bastard for making him roam amongst the living. He might as well be a walking corpse, rotting even more by the second…

The thing took another step towards Ed, stumbling as limb broke under it. Ed couldn't stop screaming. One of his worst nightmares having come true, Ed couldn't help himself. It was too horrible. NONONO! NOT REAL, IT'S NOT REAL!

The corpse of 'Alphonse' raised a hand as if to touch his face. "Nii-san…? Please answer me! I want to know what's wrong!" The hand was close to touching Ed's left cheek. Blood dribbled down the arm, and a few droplets landed on Edward's face. This was too real. The blood on his face burned his skin like acid. A wicked grin was plastered on the torn, half-stitched mouth of the corpse, silently laughing at him. Ed screamed louder.

Golden eyes wide with unimaginable fear, he shook harder as managed to push himself against the rail on the other side of the bed. His stump of a right leg began to bleed through the bandages from the sudden dragging, and it left a faint trail of blood on the bed..

Now, suffer as you look upon what you've done to your only family. SUFFER!

Edward could no longer contain the tears that stung his eyes, and they now fell freely down his bruised face, making no other sound than the screams that rattled the room.

The walls were suddenly drenched in black blood. Ed's eyes widened as he let out another scream. The room looked exactly like the aftermath of transmuting his mother. Blood dripped down the walls, and laughter rang in his ears as Edward scratched at his face with his hand, drawing blood. I can't take this! Make it all disappear! Sobs now racked his body he screamed, the corpse looking at him with empty holes. It held out his hand, a few inches away from touching Edward. The smile bore itself into Ed's mind. He closed his eyes tightly as he shook his head frantically.

His hair stuck to his face, his clothes drenched in sweat. His heart was beating loudly in his ears, and the adrenaline burned in his blood, giving him the strength to scream louder at the rotting thing in front of him, blood and small pieces of flesh falling onto Ed's lap.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. His level of fear had reached its limit. He'd never been this scared in all his life. He was terrified of his own brother. The smell of death grew stronger as Ed shook, the fear showing on his face.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! GET AWAY! GO! GO!" Edward opened his eyes and saw the thing was kneeling on the bed, arms outstretched as if going to embrace him.

"Nii-san, it's me, Al!" Blood poured everywhere as it spoke, hunks of flesh spilling on the covers. Edward closed his eyes again, the fear of having to look at the thing chilled him to the bone. His sobs grew louder as he felt the bed shift and the thing got closer to him.

He felt a cold hand touch his shoulder and Edward howled in obvious pain. It burns! IT HURTS! DON'T TOUCH ME! His nightmare was killing him inside and out. Fear ate away at him, as guilt ate away at his soul. Everything was too much, the bloodshed in this one room—MAKE IT GO AWAY!

Don't you EVER forget the intensity of what you've done. Or I'll make this worse… it's not like you can run from me, either...

"P-please—make it g-go away!" Edward sobbed loudly. He didn't want to see this! Edward couldn't breathe as cold hands held him from his shoulders(A/N:or 1½ …? IDK) and Ed took the chance of opening his eyes.

He stared up, trembling, at the armor in front of him. The present Al. Or was it the other way around, and the illusion he saw was the present? Ed didn't give a fuck.

"A-Al…" his voice cracked harshly as he spoke. Relief washed over him. The intense fear in his eyes disappeared, and it was replaced once again by the sweet melancholy.

"Please…H-help me…" a small gasp emitted from the armor as his older brother seemed to go limp in his arms. For a few heart-stopping moments, Alphonse thought that his brother had died. But the ragged breathing that came from Edward's small form told him otherwise. Al could have cried. Soft sobs echoed in his armor as he set his brother down.

Alphonse was so scared. Edward had started screaming like he'd seen something really scary, and Al couldn't do anything. When he'd tried to ask what was wrong, Ed screamed louder. That's it. He was going to bring a flipping doctor in here right now.

As Al stood up to run out, Edward held onto his arm. Still asleep, Edward still had an idea of what was going on around him.

"Don't leave me…" he whispered shakily. Ed's face quickly softened as his grip on Al loosened, falling completely into slumber.

"It's so cold…" Al watched as Edward's breathing became stable. Sorry, brother… he pulled away from his brother's hand and ran out of the room, and for the first time, he didn't even want to be close to his older brother.

Me: YESS! I FINALLY TYPED IT ALL DOWN FROM MEMORY! HELL YES!

Abe: Good, now go to bed. -_-" You're hyper ness is depressing.

Me: And so is yellow *looks hi yellow T-shirt.*

Abe: Screw you. Ima go bang some hoes! ^_^

Me: You mean watch Lolitas at the beach? (Lolis!)

Abe: Guess what?

Me: What?

Abe: SHUT UP.

Me: *sniffle*

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