If I stumble, they're gonna eat me alive
If we're still alive my regrets are few - "Help, I'm Alive" by Metric
He knew this feeling. It was like an old lover that breathed encouragement into his ear and heat into his body and gave him the ability to act. His heart tried to break his ribs open as it battered against its cage at a break neck speed. Voices called his name, but they seemed so far away, like he was at the bottom of an ocean. Time did not slow down, just kept rushing at him like a runaway train. And once again his brother's voice echoed in his mind Brother, win.
Brother, win. Brother, win. Brotherwin. Brotherwin brotherwin brotherwin brotherwin brotherwin...
In the millisecond prior to his flesh fist connecting with Father's face, he wondered what it would be like to no longer feel desperate.
He couldn't hesitate.
His mind blanked out as his loss turned rage, as he watched the grotesque mockery that was his double balloon into a veined monstrosity of flesh, but inside he was taken back six years to a dark basement. In near pitch-blackness, he screamedbeggedbargained for his brother as his brother's voice echoed in his mind. With blood on his fingers and cold steel beneath his palm, he offered up any and all organs.
With no hesitation.
And once this stupid fuck was gone, he'd get Al back again.
A/N: Obviously I don't FMA or anything sung by Metric, but this song always makes me think of Ed fighting, well, just about anything: chimeras, Gate-baby hands, the homunculi, you name it. I just chose to write about Father in this particular drabble. Hope you enjoyed!
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