Books by flirtyalphonse
"I remember the cold dread as I watched the lights on the blood test unit turn red, one by one, until my infection was confirmed. I remember the look on Shaun's face when he realized this was it-"
Edward listened, his eyes scanning the words on the page as Alphonse read from the last novel in the series that he had been so obsessed with as of late. They were laying on the couch together: Ed's head resting on Al's chest. On this rainy afternoon, they were wrapped up in a warm blanket with mugs half-full of hot chocolate still steaming on the table next to them.
"I remember the barrel of the gun against my skin. It was cool, and it was soothing, because it meant Shaun would do what he had to do. No one else would get hurt because of me. No one but Shaun."
"What would you do…" Edward piped up suddenly, cutting Al off before he could even move onto the next paragraph. "If that happened to me?"
"What?" Alphonse folded the page over and shut the book. "Ed… you're not going to turn into a zombie."
"Would you, you know, end me?"
"Brother, please!" Alphonse set the book on the ground and shifted to get a better look at Edward who was looking up at him with curious, amber eyes. "You know I would do anything for you before it even got to that point."
He couldn't imagine holding a gun to his brother's head. For him to be the one to pull the fucking trigger because no one else would. Crimson blood and grey matter staining the walls; Edward's blood and guts right after he took his final breath as a human being.
"I wouldn't let that happen to you." Alphonse said confidently.
"Yeah… I know, Al." Edward grinned suddenly, leaning up to press his lips against Al's in a chaste kiss, though it didn't take too long for Alphonse to deepen it.
The hot chocolate and book lay completely forgotten the rest of that afternoon.
[Excerpts are from Blackout by Mira Grant.]