Alright this is a story I'm working on for anther sight. I would never leave out my FF account so I'll be posting it as I finish off chaps. I hope to have this one done quick. This is actually one hours work only. Though the idea has been sitting in my mind for awhile.
I don't own FMA, if I did, well I wouldn't want to. I might have accidently ruined it's genius.
Also this is going to be taken from the brotherhood/manga universe, but it isn't really all that important if you don't like that version as I wont be focusing on to many universe specific things.
Opening: I Need A Corpse
An eerie silence filled the room. Edward Elric could feel the the the static of the blue charge still lingering in the air about him as he clutched the metal band in his fingers. Across from him sits a hulking suit of armor, the helmet cast to the side. The armor is shiny and clean as if just newly polished. The only imperfection being the missing neck piece that had once held the sweetest soul many would ever know.
Small creaks sound from above as the stomping of many boots threaten to tear apart Edwards moment of peace. He knows that they will find him eventually, them incoming shouts only decreasing the time he has alone. Fingers tighten around the metal band, small spikes digging into his flesh. Slowly the scent of fresh blood reawakens. The shouts have finally ceased at their crescendo. The eerie silence is back, just now it is accompanied by a few harsh breaths. Edward knows that questions will be asked, the answers of which he doesn't know he can give. Instead he can only lean forward on his metal arm, the flesh one hanging limply at his side. Blood paints the walls, the bodies of the fallen hang carelessly from above. It matters not that their killer is now among them, they will never be any other way.
Slowly Mustang takes sure steps forward, "Fullmetal..." Edward lifts his head slowly, eyes dull and vacant, "Mustang I need a corpse."