Just Let It All Out
A/N- I have always wanted to do a fanfic about this! It was really annoying having this idea at the back of my head but not acting on it. Well anyways here I am with the fanfic. Please review and flames are welcome but not massive ones please I can't take criticism very well. Sorry! :3
Chapter One
He could feel the freezing ground pressing against his naked form. He could feel the cold body lying next to him. He could feel his own desperation, just to get out of this place, but he could also feel the doubt that he couldn't. He could hear the stokes of Birkenau already at work, he was just thankful that whichever way today went, he would not be part of the group sent there.
Arrays, circles and symbols flew through his mind, following no particular order. They weaved together, then broke away from each other, all the time the owner of these thoughts, tried so hard not to breath in the putrid stench that hung in the air, tried not move, out of fear of pain and , above all, tried not to scream and cry out in desperation, depression, pain and loneliness.
The symbols became clearer the more he thought of them, they became smooth and perfectly rounded. His hand followed the image in his mind to perfection, using his nail to make faint lines in the wood . There was no room for mistakes. If there was it would be his last. As he worked, he thought of the place he was in and the horrors that surrounded him. He could only pray with all his might that after this they would surround him no longer.
He hadn't seen their faces in so long. It frightened him slightly to find that their faces were fading, even his beloved brothers. As he ran over the language in his head, he realised with almost a laugh that when he got back, he'd speak with an accent, to that which he was native to! He sighed, stopping these thoughts to check on the array above him.
He opened his eyes to the wooden bunk above him and, sucking in one last breath, picked up a shard of metal that he had found 3... (or was it 4?) days ago. Licking his lips, he ran over the flowing lines needed for this particular task, and revelling in the memories this brought him. He made the lines thicker and stronger, making their bond to him absolute. Transmuting hadn't worked before, but he knew... no, he felt that it was going to work this time. If that was just wishful thinking he did not know, but he hoped to God that it wasn't.
And that was when he placed his hands, one metal, one flesh, on the transmutation circle that wouldtake Edward Elric, Fullmetal Alchemist, Hero of the People, back home.