I realize I should be working on my other fics. But guess what? My head gave me a Christmas present! Writer's block! So, I can't think of what to do next in my Memory Loss (Tokyo Mew Mew ), Destined Devotion(+Anima), OR Sickness 64(FullMetal Alchemist) (which makes me sad because I really want to finish those!!). I also can't think of what to do in my newer ones, Dying to See You (Code Geass) or Is This How My World Ends? (Teen Titans). –Sigh- I'm just being lazy on War's Fever (FullMetal Alchemist). You should see some results soon, but don't get your hopes on, like, tomorrow or something. =^_^=

By the way, this is another one with a bit of war angst. Plays a bit of a part, but not so much as "ZOMGOSHHE'SOFFATWARWHATAMIGONNADO?!" thing. ^_^

Enjoy!!

Spare No Soul

"Brother?" Alphonse asked into the darkness, hoping for some kind—any kind of response.

It, of course, was silent. Just as the rest of his tries had been… Nothing but silence.

Alphonse sighed. What was he to do? He couldn't find Edward, he had no idea where he was, and there was no way to contact him! Not to mention they were supposed to be at Winry's in two hours, and Ed had undoubtedly promised to be at Winry's. Granny was coming all the way from Risembool, too!

Al sighed. Ed had been gone for so long. It almost seemed as if he had left again. But he couldn't have. Not now.

…

Stupid economy.

Stupid military job.

Stupid disappearance!

Al internally smacked himself for thinking that way. Ed had to have some good reason to have gone missing, and the economy wasn't Ed's fault. Ed, who was only trying to even have a job, had kept his spot in the military so he could support who he needed to. Such as Winry, who had been having some problems seeing as automail was beginning to drop in sales, because no one could afford it, or tune-ups, anymore.

It was still irritating that he had left without a word, although.

Making one attempt, Al stopped at Ed's room. (They lived in the same house, but had their own privacy. Basically, it was two houses smacked together with a door and a wall separating them.) Al rarely entered Ed's side, as vice versa, without permission. But, under these circumstances, it was necessary.

Al rested his, gratefully, flesh hand the brass knob. He, then, used his other hand to softly knock. He wasn't going to be disrespectful. When, as he figured, no one came to the door, he turned the handle.

He stared into the darkness, all midnight enveloped but the unmade bed on the wall, where the window was open and moonlight was slightly making the room glow. Al rolled his eyes. "Ed is so carless sometimes." He turned to his left, feeling on the wall for the light switch. Finally finding it, he flipped it up. Turning back towards the rest of the lightened room with the intension of closing the window, Al gasped at the sight, and took a step backwards.

This obviously wasn't 'just left messy.' It looked like a war had just gone on in the room!

A table was turned over on the far side, and a lamp was broken from the fall. There were papers everywhere, and a bookshelf beside the bed was flipped onto its side, and books were scattered all around it.

Al found this odd. Ed could be carless, but he never ever neglected his books. Seeing as Ed loved reading, why would he? Al knew his brother must've read each book that used to be on the shelf several times.

Al took a step forward and felt something slide under his foot. He looked down and noticed the ripped piece of paper under his shoe, and bent down to pick it up. With one swift movement, it was in his hand. Turning it over, he stared at it, motionless, for a moment. There, in his hand, was a picture of Ed and Winry, laughing. Al had known Ed had it, and had kept it on his bedside table, framed, ever since it had been taken. Straight down the middle, the picture was ripped. Al dropped the picture, and it slid onto the floor.

There was definitely something wrong…much worse than Al had expected.

Alphonse rushed over to the window, and the cool night air bit his cheeks. He stared outside, but saw nothing but forest and the bit of the yard. He had no idea what to do next. He didn't want to worry Winry, but he thought of it best to call her. She'd be upset to know something happened to Edward, but it'd be even worse to tell her when he got to the party she had planned for so long. She was so excited for this party, and even more that Al had kept it a secret. Ed had thought Winry had invited them over for dinner, which he, of course, didn't turn down. Ed had had no idea it was surprise for him. A Welcome Home party it was supposed to be. Seeing as Ed had just came home from the six month war he'd been in, everyone thought he deserved a bit of a break, and a welcoming back to civilization. Back to his family. Back where he belonged.

Al dashed from the mess of a room and grabbed the nearest phone. Ed wouldn't mind if Al used his phone, especially if it had anything to do with saving his life. Al quickly dialed Winry's number.

Riiiiiinnnnng.

Riiiiiinnnnng.

Riiiiiinnnnng.

"Hello?"

"Winry!"

"Oh, hey Al! Are you as excited as I am? I can't believe it's tonight!! An hour and a half! It seems like time is ticking too slow!"

Al took in a shaky breath.

"Al, what's wrong?"

"Winry, I think something happened to Brother."

"What do you mean, 'Something happened?'" Her voice was now coated in worry.

"Okay, well first I couldn't find him. I looked everywhere, but he was nowhere to be found! So, of course, I went into his side of the house, checked the rooms, and lastly checked his personal room."

"He's not sick is he? Is he acting funny? Do you think the whole war thing could've gone to his head?!" Winry, undoubtedly, was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

"Winry, his roomed looked like a war-zone. The window was crashed in. Tables were turned over. His bookshelf was a wreck. Not to mention one of his favorite pictures was torn almost completely in half! Winry, he's gone!"

"'Gone?'"

"I don't know where he's at! I think someone came after him!"

Pinako could be heard on the other line faintly. "Winry, what's wrong?"

"A-Al…What're we going to do?"

"I'm going to go find him."

"I'll help."

"No, Winry. I don't want you to get hurt, and you know for sure Ed would have a fit if he knew I let you come out into any mess there might be. But, be optimistic, Winry. Don't worry. It'll all be okay."

Soon afterward, Al hung up the phone. He grabbed every bearing he still had, and then dashed into Ed's room, leapt out the window, and sprinted into the forest.

You better be alright, Brother!