K, not much to say, I got this idea from another fanfic, something I had never thought of. This takes place during Brotherhood, in case you were wondering. After that, you should be able guess.
On with the story.
Edward watched as Mustang shuffled over to the form of Riza Hawkeye. She was obviously dead, there was just too much blood present to argue anything else.
And that bastard was going to resurrect her using human transmutation.
"You bastard! Don't do it! It's not worth it!" shouted Edward. Sadly the swordsmen had him trapped, blades at both sides of his neck.
The colonel didn't hear him, or chose to ignore him, either way he shuffled forward, intent on committing the godless act of human transmutation. Edward tried to move, but a subtle nick of the sword and a thin trail of blood let him know he wasn't going anywhere.
Mustang was at the circle now, the dead form of Riza Hawkeye at the center, last of her blood being drawn out by gravity. Except for the blood, one could think she was sleeping, gold hair splayed out behind her.
Then, in what Edward considered the greatest act of stupidity, Mustang pressed his hands against the circle.
Blue light exploded into existence, lightening flashing into existence with the light. Winds without open air expanded, pulling at coats and hair alike. Then, it turned purple.
A wave, banishing the blue lightening and replacing it with solid purple light, growing darker as it neared the edges of the room, the only light shining from the form of Riza. Then, then the hands appeared.
Black as night, flowing out of the ground like they were waiting. They grasped onto nearby swordsmen, deconstructing them until they were nothing. Then, the hands flowed towards Mustang.
"DON'T YOU DARE!" shouted Edward. As if they took orders, the hands stopped. Then, in a voice only Edward could hear, the hands spoke.
"You wish to offer yourself, Mr. Alchemist, instead of him?" The voice was of a single soul, not the billions he had associated with Truth.
"Yes, take me instead!" shouted Edward, a fire in his eyes and determination in his stance. Much to the shock of everyone, the hands moved, slightly pulled towards Mustang, only because they are drawn towards those that summoned them. But, as promised, they did not take him, instead going for Edward.
To the horror of those present, including Mustang, having been snapped out of his trance, the hands attacked. Pain flooded his body, lighting every nerve on fire, filling every blood vessel with the feeling of burning lead.
And he did not scream.
Coloured flakes flew off his body, his very being deconstructed at the smallest level imaginable.
Then, it was all white for Edward Elric.
His next memories began in a white existence.
"Hello, Mr. Alchemist," sang a voice. Edward looked around, but could only find his gate there. Truth was not present.
"Tell me, Mr. Alchemist, why do always try to be the martyr?"
Edward thought. It did seem like an unusual trait of his. He always wanted to protect people, even going so far as to die for them, even if they were complete strangers. In hindsight, it was a stupid trait, respectable, but downright stupid in reality. Look where it got him.
"In any case, you didn't think ahead as to what you would do when you got here. So I'll do it for you. Here's my deal; I'll take your Alchemy, return your brother and prevent Father from gaining what he wants."
Edward was immediately on guard. There was no equivalency to this deal, it was too far in Edward's favour for it to be equal.
"Very good Mr. Alchemist, you caught on. Your right though, in return for all this, your price is simple. Including your ability to do alchemy, I will wake one last thing." The doors opened, hands grasping an unwilling Edward. By all that he believed in he was going to find out the price.
"Your price, Mr. Alchemist, is seeing your efforts bear fruit."
The doors slammed shut. White chains slid over the door, binding it closed and sealing the power inside.
Harsh white light blinded Edward, a regular beep annoying him. cold air blew all over his body while hands lifted him, particularly grasping his neck. The light dimmed to reveal a grey room, harsh lights everywhere. Two figures stood out, a woman in a white lab coat standing over him, while a man behind her watched Edward. They both had surgical masks on.
"It's a boy? A boy! We've got a son, Catherine! A beautiful, healthy baby boy!" cried the man, turning to his right.
Edward looked down, seeing his current bodily state.
"WAHHHH!" translated in Edward's head into "Oh holy god."
[A.N.] There you go, chapter one. Hope you enjoy, reviews would be liked. Yes, this chapter is a bit short, but it had to be that short.