A Dream
A/N: What do you think is going to happen? Edward Elric has a nightmare—but is it really?
Disclaimer: Not anything here is mine besides the plot and the writing mostly. Otherwise, I DO NOT CLAIM ANY CREDIT
It had been a long, tiring day. That idiot Mustang was breathing down his neck all day about his failures and paperwork. So? Mustang had paperwork, much more than he, Edward Elric did. He hated him. Idiot. Tch, it was time to shower, eat some ramen, and go to bed. No, he'd have to finish his letter to Winry and give a call to Al. Why was it constant work? Well, anyways, he'd better hurry.
Phew, he thought. I finally got done with everything and now it's 11 again. Tch. Time to sleep.
As he lay down, Edward recalled the events of the day, and then eventually, drifted off into sleep.
"You." Someone laughed.
"Are." Someone spit.
"An." Someone choked.
"Ugly." Someone hit something.
"Failure." Silence.
Edward stood in the middle of an odd looking room. The walls were purple; the ground was sand-colored. It looked like he was in a coliseum. People suddenly were in the stands, jeering at him. He found himself face to face with Roy Mustang. No, the people were jeering at him! Roy! What was this? There was himself. They were at the match he vs. Roy. He had dived into the crowd.
"It's fairly difficult to hit a target when it's so small," Roy proclaimed.
"DON'T CALL ME SMALL!" Edward yelled, as his head poked out of the crowd.
Snap. Buzz. Boom. Boom. Boom.
Then everything was dark again. Then, he was in a dark, detective's room. He turned on the light and people started appearing in front of him.
"You couldn't bring me back," his mother said, as she appeared in front of him.
"You couldn't save my body- you pulled me into this! You got my body back, but I could've died," exclaimed Al.
"My parents were killed- you didn't comfort me. You never let me in on anything. You make me cry. You are sick," sobbed Winry.
"You fail at being a soldier," said Roy.
"You were just like I, but a failure," murmured his father.
"You're a worthless child," bellowed Envy. "I don't see what Father saw in you."
"AHH!" he screamed.
Then everything was suddenly very bright. The sun was out, he was in a field. He watched the little kids play. There were two young boys and a girl. They were playing tag… wait, they looked familiar. Yes! No wonder! They were Al, Winry, and he, Ed. Those were happy times… Then Winry stumbled and fell, she had skinned her knee.
All was dark.
"I." Someone screamed.
"Hate." Someone shot something.
"You." Silence.
Edward awoke, covered in sweat. Phew. That was just a dream. He returned to a happier dream in mere moment…