Taking Over Me
By Kiwii4Matt & KawaiiTenshi
Obviously, this was inspired by Evanescence's Taking Over Me
This may or may not set the stage for other fics
Angst at its very best
I've changed a few things to better fit this story, you don't like it, don't read it.
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Across the great divide a young man dreams of a land almost forgotten...
Part 1 : Dreamscapes
You don't remember me but I remember you
I lie awake and try so hard not to think of you
but who can decide what they dream?
and dream I do...
"Al.." A rustle of fabric and the distant sound of wind hitting cotton curtains.
"Alphonse..." I sit up screaming. As the haziness of what has happened drifts away I realize where I am. The walls around me I know are brown even in the dimness of the room. My shoulders sag in sadness or relief, I'm not sure. All I would like to do is shake the memories away.
A woman... brown hair... putting laundry on a long rope out on a grassy hill...
A room... full of books... buckets of paint line the floors...
The silhouette of a man in a door way...
I punch the bed in anger. That man is my bastard of a father.
A soft rap at the nearby door brings me back from my misery.
The floor is cold as my flesh foot hits the wood beneath. I almost fall over for I do not remember that the metal limb that I posses is much lighter than the other one I once had.
Other limb... that I would transmute with a blinding blue light into a sharp-
But before I can complete my thought, the old creaky door is being opened by my other artificial limb.
"Edward!" I look sadly at the man before me. Tall with light sandy blonde hair. He resembles my brother so much that I always have to do a double take when I see him. "You look awful!" Do I? I can only hope I look much better than I have pervious nights.
Previous nights...
The dream world portrays events that I would very much like to forget. Affairs involving a monstrous suit of armor towering beside me. Such affairs leave me rickety and powerless to others help. Assistance that I would rather not take. But at times like this when I am vulnerable, my arms reach for the nearest body. And that being always happens to be my roommate.
I am engulfed in an embrace of cotton and talcum powder. I wriggle my nose at the smell. The stuff gets on everything and its a pain to get rid of. I know he needs it to clean the rocket engines, but still, I hate it. He must know for he is chuckling lightly at me. My mind has turned back on and in a flush of annoyance I roughly shove him away.
"Oh come now Edward.." He tells me with a smile. Oh how I would love to wipe that grin off of his face. Does he not realize that seeing his face puts me in agony? I hang my head. I guess not.
I must have looked ridiculous when we first met. I had encountered him by accident at the market in Munich. At first I merely saw the back of his head. But there was no mistaking that head of hair. I could recognize it anywhere. But the mass of people were dividing us and I faltered trying to get through the crowd. I almost fell a few times. In desperation I yelled out his name and immediately he turned around and we simply stared at each other until with out thinking I ran and fell into him. I clutched at the front of his coat and weeped like a child.
I must have looked insane. A man of eighteen holding on to him rambling on and on in a language he did not know and blubbering into his over coat. He detached me from him and smiled then. That look that adorned his face told me he understood. But I know now that he was just being polite.
Of course I was embarrassed as all hell. Quickly I explained that I thought he was my ''missing'' brother in broken german. Which wasn't that far off from the truth.
The first night I awoke yelling he was frightened. The panic in his voice was evident as he crept into my room that night.
He later told me I spoke when I was dreaming. My face immediately paled. What was I saying? He went on to tell me that I drawled on and on about something called the Philosophers Stone and about himself. I corrected him then. I spoke of my brother. It was then he understood a bit of why our first meeting consisted of me crying.
But as time went on I think he started piecing things together. My nightmares were in fact forgotten memories. The thrashing and kicking of limbs was me re-living the horrors of my life. And for that he comforted me.
So at times like this when I put up my invisible mask he would smile again because he knew that one look at that helpless face it would crumble all over again.
He stood back up and pulled me to him. I sank into his embrace, pulling him down to the floor once again.
Crawling into his lap I held onto him for dear life as I felt the pinpricks of tears coming to my eyes once again.
I mumbled into his shirt. "I just want to see him one last time..."
"I know..."He smoothed my hair. "I know Edward.."