To my competitors... Yeah... I'm not too happy with this fic... It's really chppy and just doesn't seem to flow right, but hey. What can you do? UGH.
Yeah, so I'm going to be posting my first DN fanfic soon...
Go check out BlueandOrangeRoses and Sense Maurader... I'm competing against them and it's lots of fun. *Cough... I think they're beating me...
Al was fighting, fighting the man like himself, the suit of armor who called himself Barry the Chopper. The whole while, the other was mocking him, and telling Al something he'd never wanted to hear. "How do you know your brother is really who he say he is?" Barry laughed, lunging. "How do you know you're not a puppet he created, willing to do whatever he wants?"
"It's not true!" Al protested. It can't be…
"Oh, then why don't you prove it?" The opposition asked, standing still for a moment.
Though he was slightly afraid to ask, Al responded, asking how. I have to know… Brother was going to tell me something… was this it? You could hear the sneer in Barry the Chopper's voice as he said, "Demolish your own blood seal. If you live, then you were just a puppet. If you die, then you were correct, and a real boy all along."
"What? I can't—"
"Oi." Barry interrupted. "Either do that, or you'll never know… if you're real or not!"
It wasn't desirable… but, how could Al know? And in a way…it made sense. It explained why Ed never came too close to him, why he was so quiet and still kept it secret when he was hurting. It explained what Ed was going to tell him. How do I really know… Al wondered, if I don't try? And so, he removed his head, and swiped his thumb over the blood seal.
Ed had had quite the trouble fighting the other suit of armor, but finally broke away, running back into the ventilation shaft. Something's gone wrong. Ed just knew it. He could feel it, call it Elric Telepathy or whatever-have-you.
He just made it out of the ventilation shaft, to see his brother, rubbing his thumb over the blood seal. "Al! NO!" He yelled, in terror.
Too slow. Damn it. Ed froze as the now empty suit of armor crashed to the ground, the helmet tumbling from its hand. No. Al… no. Everything stopped. Time stopped. Al… Al. Al! "ALPHONSE!" Edward Elric yelled into the air. He fell to the ground. "Al… Alphonse… Al, Al, Al, no no no. Alphonse, why? Why?"
The suit of armor called Barry the Chopper laughed as he lunged towards the still, muttering, blonde child.
The Fullmetal Alchemist never saw Barry coming. Even if he had, though, everyone suspected the worse.
The Homunculi groaned, and moving on, were already searching for a new sacrifice.
Mustang and his men were grieved, but they soon moved on as well.
Time moves on. Days go by.
But not a day goes by that I don't remember them. Not a night goes by that I don't have nightmares of them, dying over and over.
The others have all moved on. That is the way of the world. But how can I move on? How are they so strong? I can never forget those two… those Alchemists.
The only solace I can find, is that they at least died together. Because that's the way they were, you see. They did everything together, even in death, always.