Helpless
He lay there, helplessly watching. Watching his brother's fate.
He saw the long narrow blade going towards the blood seal.
He saw it go nearer and nearer.
A tear slides down his dirtied cheek. Realization striking at him.
He screamed and shook with fright.
He called to his brother to move and break away.
He yelled for him to go, to leave him behind.
His brother did nothing of the sort, instead he faced his death.
The blade hit the blood seal and the younger brother wailed in fright.
The blade rose up again, and then came back down.
Silence then filled the room.
The seal had burst to pieces.
He watched in horror, and tried to get up, to fight, but a humunculis hit him hard in the ribs.
Hit him with a blade.
He let out a scream of pain and fell, fell.
Fell to the ground, watching the blood flow freely, staining it with a deep fluorescent red.
His breath fell short, and all went black. Light then flooded back to him.
He coughed and tasted the salty liquid in his mouth.
He moaned and tried to fight, tried to get up.
Nothing happened.
Everything went suddenly numb, and he could feel his body stiffen.
Something than created a noise.
A transmutation.
Red light filled the air, an electric current traveling extently.
A clanking of metal than replaced the alchemic reaction.
It came closer and closer to him.
He said nothing and thought to himself, let it come, let it come.
Something than picked him up.
Something cold and large.
It spoke to him repeatedly, and he tried to speak back.
No sound.
More of the red liquid dripped off of him, making him feel as if he was allowing his life to drain away.
Darkness fought to take over.
It plunged him deeper, deeper.
Into the depths of death.
He could no longer fight.
He let the darkness swallow him.
Swallow him whole.
A voice called for him to come back.
To come back to the world of the living.
He felt his eyes open to the welcoming light.
He breathed heavily at the sight he had come upon.
The sight of his brother.
Now another tear slides down his cheek.
He smiled at his brother and wept.
He buried his face in his now flesh arms, crying of happiness, joy.
And for the second time he felt helpless, helpless, and there was nothing he could do.
I hope this sounded good for my first one shot. If this sounds like it should turn into a story, let me know. Remember, this is my first oneshot so please be nice. Please review and let me know if it sounded good. Thanks!