I'm back with my second fanfic! This is inspired by a movie. I won't tell you which one since it's much more fun to let you guess.

Hope you enjoy!

The headache hadn't been that bad when he had gone to sleep eight hours earlier. He had thought that it would be gone in the morning. Sleep had always helped. But today seemed like an exception. The headache was way worse. It was like someone was pounding against the inside of his skull. He put a hand against his forehead. It felt warmer than normal.

He groaned and rolled over to his side, feeling slightly nauseous. It felt like he was getting sick, something he didn't have time for. They needed to continue their search.

The door to the hotel room was suddenly opened, followed by a familiar clanking noise.

"Nii-san, get up! You're supposed to be at Mustang's office in less than an hour!" It was Al.

Ed didn't protest and pushed himself up to a sitting position. He lifted his left hand and began to rub his eye. It felt a little weird to use his left hand since he was right-handed, but rubbing your eyes with an automail wasn't very comfortable.

Ed stood up and yawned loudly while stretching. He cracked his neck before searching for his clothes, which he had carelessly thrown on the floor. Al would have grimaced at the sound if he had been in a human body.

Al sat down on one of the beds, which creaked in protest because of the weight, and watched his older brother who seemed to be searching for something. If Ed would fold his clothes and put them on a chair or something instead of spreading them around the room, this wouldn't have to happen. He thought about pointing that out, but decided to leave it. If he didn't find what he was searching for, Ed would throw a fit over it. And pointing that out would make it worse. Al could already hear Ed's frustrated sighs and groans.

"Damn it! Where is my sock?!" Ed exploded. "I don't have time for this!" He was now on the floor and searching under the bed. "Where's the fucki- oh there it is!" He pulled his sock on his flesh foot and then his shoes before standing up to grab the red coat hanging on one of the hooks. Al watched as he put his coat on his bare upper body. His brother must be tired.

"Uhm, nii-san I think-"

"C'mon Al, we need to get going so I can grab something to eat first!" Ed cut off and darted out of the room. Al sighed and picked Ed's shirt up from the floor before walking in the same direction.

Ed hurried to the local store just across the street to buy a sandwich he could eat on the way. The cashier eyed him weirdly while Ed paid and he felt annoyed at this, but decided to ignore it. He would need the energy at the Colonel's office.

Al was waiting just outside the store. Ed looked in confusion at the navy blue shirt he was holding in his hand. His head was still pounding, making think straight harder than usual. But realization hit him as he stared down at himself and saw that he was walking around with a bare upper body under his coat. Alex Armstrong sprang to his mind. That man was deeply in love with his shining (Ed believed they were oiled) muscles and took every moment to flash them. Ed didn't want to be compared to the man. Therefore he quickly snatched the shirt from Al.

"Why didn't you tell me, Al!" Ed said while pulling on his shirt.

"I tried to tell you, but you were in such a hurry," Al mumbled quietly.

"Yeah, yeah whatever. Let's go to the bastard's office and get this over with. I'm already in a bad mood." Ed rubbed his forehead. Al noticed this.

"Are you alright, nii-san?"

He frowned and stopped rubbing.

"Yeah, just a headache. Nothing to worry about," Ed assured. "Must be lack of water or something."

"Well, you're pretty careless when it comes to drinking water," Al pointed out. "And milk."

"Which I'll never drink," Ed said and wrinkled his nose in disgust. "And don't you dare say something about my height!"

"I wasn't going to."

"Right," Ed mumbled and folded his hands behind his head.

Half an hour later, they were standing outside the Colonel's office. Ed was tempted to just throw the door open since he knew from experience that this behavior would annoy the man. And annoying him was amusing. Al, however, had already foreseen what his older brother was about to do and quickly knocked on the door.

"Come in," the Colonel answered and Al opened the door.

"Hello Colonel Must-" Al, the ever polite one, began.

"Hello Colonel bastard!" Ed cut off and walked past the huge suit of armor while fishing up a folded paper from his pocket.

"Fullmetal," Roy Mustang sighed in annoyance.

Ed handed over the folded paper to Mustang, who eyed it for a second before looking up at Ed, one eyebrow raised questioningly.

"And this supposed to be?"

Ed rolled his eyes.

"The report you wanted from the last mission. What else?"

Roy put the paper down before entwining his fingers and leaning his chin against them. There was a moment of awkward silence before he opened his mouth.

"Rewrite it."

It was the most unbelievable thing Ed had heard.

"What?!"

"You heard me. Rewrite it."

Ed stared at his superior officer like he was out of his mind.

"You haven't even read it!" Ed protested loudly and Al shifted uncomfortably on the couch, ashamed of his brother's behavior.

"Because I don't need to." There was a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Sometimes it was just too much fun to torture the kid.

Ed's headache was getting worse.

"What do you mean?"

Roy leaned back in his chair and picked up the paper, holding it between his index finger and middle finger.

"You should know by now that the reports need to be nice and flat. But this," he unfolded the paper and held it up demonstratively. "is wrinkled because you thought it was a good idea to fold it."

"Oh come on!" Ed whined and put his hands against the Colonel's desk. "You're just messing with me!"

"No, I'm just following the rules. They won't archive this," he said. "So stop protesting and rewrite it. That's an order."

Something very unusual happened. It was so sudden. The pounding in his head increased. He instinctively shut his eyes tight and put a hand against his forehead while the other one remained against the desk. Besides the pain in his head, he could feel something else. It was like he was trapped inside a cage, desperate to get out of there. It lasted for only a split second before it was gone. He slowly opened his eyes to see a very surprised Colonel staring down at the desk, his mouth slightly opened.

"What the hell, Fullmetal?"

Ed followed his gaze. What he saw made his eyes widen in surprise. There was a crack in the desk. It was crawling from under his hand and a few centimeters towards the Colonel.

"What happened?" Ed asked and Roy narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"I think I should be the one asking that. You just used alchemy to put a crack in my desk. Care to explain why?"

"Uh.. what? I.. I don't know! I didn't do it on purpose!" Ed said, confusion in his voice.

Al was now standing up and peering over his brother's shoulder to see what was going on.

"Well, you better fix this anyway." Roy folded his arms over his chest and leaned back again.

"I was going to!" Ed growled before clapping his hands and slamming them against the desk, quickly repairing the damage he had caused. "There you go! Happy?"

"Not until you hand in the report. Rewrite it and hand it in later today."

Ed just sighed in defeat.

"Alright."

Roy watched as the two brothers disappeared out the door. He had observed something unusual today. Ed hadn't clapped his hands like he usually did.

"What happened in there?" Al asked as they walked out of the building. Ed was keeping his eyes locked on the ground, thinking.

"I'm not really sure. My headache got worse for only a split second and then there was this crack in the desk next time I opened my eyes."

"Your headache got worse? How are you feeling now?" Al asked with a worried tone in his voice.

"I'm fine, Al. It feels better now," Ed assured. "The funny thing, well except the Colonel's expression," he smirked a little at the image before getting serious again. "is that I don't think I clapped my hands before doing it."

Al's thoughts wandered back to the office.

"You're right. I didn't hear nor see you clap," he said thoughtfully. "Nii-san, do you think your alchemy powers are developing or something?"

"I'm not sure. Would be pretty cool though." Ed grinned. "Why not just try and see if it works now." He stopped and was just about to clap his hands out of habit, but hindered himself and put them against the ground immediately instead.

Nothing happened.

He tried again. Still nothing happened.

A middle aged man walked past the two and couldn't help but stare at the huge suit of armor that was standing next to a boy who was kneeling down and slamming his hands against the ground over and over. Ed would have been provoked if he had seen the weird look he gave them, but Al wasn't as easily provoked and just waved to the man. He didn't wave back though, but muttered something like 'weird kids with strange interests these days'.

"Doesn't seem to work," Ed stated as he stood. "Too bad."

"It's still impressive that you can transmute without having to draw a circle," Al pointed out.

"Yeah, but I wouldn't mind some development," he said before a low growl was heard from his stomach. "Ah whatever. I'm starving right now so let's find a place to eat."

They found a stand were they ordered food. Well, Ed did at least. Al didn't have to eat after all, unless he had to pretend in order to keep their secret safe. It was an unpleasant experience having to throw sticky and mushy food inside his armor since both he and Ed had to clean the inside afterwards. Unless he wanted to wander around, stinking like a trashcan. They had once forgotten that he had "eaten" and therefore not cleaned. Ed had gagged at the stench while he had helped him scrub away rotten food.

"And a pitcher of water, please," Ed added. He wanted to drown the damn headache that still seemed to be lurking in his head.

The food soon arrived and Ed eagerly began to eat. Al just stared at his older brother, his behavior a bit embarrassing. Not only did he eat fast, he ate enormous portions. Why Ed hadn't gotten fat yet was a big mystery. It must be against the laws of nature being able to eat that much and not grow, neither in height nor width.

"I'm stuffed! I think I need to burp," Ed said and leaned back in the chair with a hand on his stomach.

"Don't! Or else I'll walk from here and pretend that you and I are not related," Al warned and stood up.

Ed just snickered and pulled out some cash from his pocket before putting them on the counter.

"Thanks for the meal!" Ed shouted to the man running the stand.

It was a beautiful day. Not a cloud in sight and the sunrays felt warm against Ed's back. Despite what had happened earlier and his headache, this could turn out to be a good day.

Unfortunately, appearances are deceptive.

A hand lashed out from an alley they just passed, barely missing Ed's head as he instinctively jumped out of the way. He turned to see who the attacker was and wasn't surprised to see the man with a cross-shaped scar over his face. Red eyes stared at him and Ed growled.

"That's really ugly of you to sneak up behind someone like that!"

"I don't care as long as it's the quickest way to finish you off," the man answered, his hand twitching slightly. He lashed out again, but Ed moved out of the way.

"Leave me alone, Scar!" He clapped his hands and slammed them against the wall. A pillar shot out from it and aimed for Scar's head, which he dodged easily. He put his hands against the wall, destroying it along with the pillar. Dust filled the air, making it difficult for the brothers to see.

"Nii-san, watch out!" Al yelled in panic, grabbing him by the hood and yanked him out of the way as the infamous hand shot out again.

Ed gritted his teeth and transmuted his automail into a blade. It was dangerous to be in close combat, but using alchemy during fights with Scar had many times proved to be a useless task.

His brother protested as he ran towards Scar. The man smirked a little, expecting the boy to try and impale him with the blade. Ed raised his automail as if preparing to do that.

The man's eyes widened slightly in surprise as the boy quickly got down and kicked him from below instead. The boot hit him right in the jaw and his head snapped painfully to the side. The unexpected blow caused him to lose his balance and he fell to the ground.

Blindly, he slammed his hand against the ground before Ed had time to do anything else. A big crack made its way towards him and he would have fallen in if he hadn't jumped out of the way in the last second.

Scar took the opportunity to get up to his feet and quickly put a hand against the wall. Al yelled for his brother in panic and grabbed him by the hood yet again. He wrapped two huge arms around him before leaning over him, protecting him from the rocks that seemed to be raining from the sky.

The clanking sound of rocks hitting metal was deafening for anyone standing nearby. There was no doubt that the suit of armor was damaged and dented after this. Al, however, couldn't care less. Alchemy could easily fix his body back to normal, but not his brother's.

Ed was keeping his eyes shut tight. The headache had gotten worse yet again. It felt like he was going to faint because of the pain.

And for a split second everything became pitch black.

Al let go of his brother when the rocks had stopped raining upon them. He took a step back and watched his brother's back. Ed just stood there as if he was paralyzed and Al wondered if his brother was in shock.

Then he realized something else. Scar was standing a few meters ahead. The man rarely seemed to show any kind of emotions, except determination and hate. Now there was confusion and… was there a hint of fear in those usually confident eyes?

"Nii-san, are you alright?" he asked concerned.

Ed didn't answer.

Scar's heart started to hammer in his chest. There were a few things that scared him. What he was now witnessing was one of them. Though the boy's eyes were still the same golden color, there seemed to be a shadow over them.

And something that looked like a mix of pure rage and madness.

Al reached for his brother's shoulder, wanting to see what was wrong with his brother. His phantom heart was in his throat when he was just a few inches from him.

"Don't touch him!" Scar warned, afraid his touch would trigger something in the boy.

He was right.

The moment Al's hand made contact with his shoulder, blue sparks suddenly surrounded Ed. Al stood there and watched in horror as his arm suddenly exploded into million pieces before him.

Scar's eyes were wide and he took a step back as the boy took a step forward. The whine of alchemy filled the air and the man could only guess what was going to happen next as he saw the cracks in the ground.

Al snapped out of his trance.

"Nii-san! What are you doing?!" he yelled. "Snap out of it!"

He wanted to reach out with his remaining arm and grab his brother by the shoulder. He never even had time to reach out before the ground whined loudly.

The ground suddenly disappeared underneath them.

They were falling into the darkness.

Aaaaand cut! Reviews are appreciated :)