A/N: This is my first fanfic, I plan for this to be a series, but it depends on whether or not the reviews say I should or not. So that's about it, please R&R.
What Lays Ahead
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Edward was grinning widely at the naked body that was lying in the middle of the transmutation circle. The body was thin, thin enough that you could see each individual rib, it had blonde-brown hair flowing down behind it's head, and seemed a little taller than Edward himself. Edward ran over the body and put it's head in his lap, still smiling. The face resembled Edward's little brother, Alphonse. "Al, we did it." After the realization of what Edward had just said, he smiled even wider, "We did it!"
Alphonse opened his eyes to his older brother smiling at him, "Brother? Did we do—" Al was stopped when he rolled his head off of his brother's lap and hacked up dry air until blood flowed it's way out of his mouth and splattered on Edward's clothes as it hit the ground. "Al! Al! No, no, no—" Al dropped to the ground, lifeless, blood dripping out of his mouth. "No, no, no, we did it all correctly. We used the Philosopher Stone; I WAS SUPPOSED TO GET MY BROTHER BACK TO NORMAL!" Edward screamed, "He was supposed to be able to eat, and sleep, and love, and smile, and everything that he couldn't." His words were now a mere whisper. He dropped his face in his hands.
"Brother?" A small voice came from behind him, not in front of him in the body where Al's soul was supposed to be. It was from behind him, and then he heard another voice, "Ed?" but this time it was a women's voice, it was his mother's voice. Edward turned around slowly to meet eyes with his mother and brother, they looked the same as they had the day Trisha Elric had collapsed, Al was pale and his eyes will filled with fright. But he couldn't say the same for his mother, she was skinny, pale, and lifeless looking, her brown eyes tired and resentful. Edward rose to his feet smiling again, but it faded just as quickly as it had shown up.
His mother and Al inched toward him, their bodies mutating into what they were recalled to look like. His mother was twisted, her body parts were in the wrong places, her hair, falling long and low, hit the ground, and she was….smiling? Al was as the body behind Edward was, pale, thin, and blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. Al's mouth stretched into a blood curdling smile. Edward couldn't move, no matter how hard he tired, as the disfigured bodies lunged toward him. Edward.
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Edward sat up quickly, not knowing where he was. At the moment it didn't matter, he hunched over and vomited, sweat soaked his bangs. What the hell was that dream? Edward wondered, still throwing up. When he was done he wiped his mouth with his right arm, nicking his mouth in the process. Ow, what the he— He didn't have his jacket on; he didn't have his gloves either. Blood dripped from his lip to the crease between his lips, leaking into his mouth. He ignored the taste when something ran through his mind.
Alphonse. Alphonse. Al, Al, Al, Al! Edward looked around at his surroundings, searching for his brother desperately, when he figured out where he was, and realized where his brother was located.