Ed, Al and Hohenheim stood in the plain waiting room for what seemed like hours on end. The two boys had been taken out of class by their principal and were now standing in front of a saddened-looking Hohehiem and a sturdy police officer.

"Dad..W-what's going on?" Ed asked worriedly. His father said nothing, but turned to face the police officer.

"Well, son." He began "Your mother was shot."

"WHAT?" The two teenagers exclaimed, refusing to believe what they had just heard.

"She seemed to have been heading back from the grocery store. Bags of groceries were found all around her. We don't have a suspect just yet, but we're investigating and we'll let you know of any developments in the case."

"But why?!" Al choked out, trying not to cry "Why did they shoot her? What had she done wrong?"

"We suspect that it was a robbery." The officer answered formally.

"Where is she?" Demanded Ed, his voice filled with a mix of emotions. Anger, fear, shock and sadness.

"She's in the hospital" Hohenheim finally said, "We can drive up if you want to see-"

"Of course we want to see her!" They both yelled. And with that, they went into the car and drove to the hospital. Although the hospital couldn't have been more than 15 minutes away from the boys' school, every second they seemed to last an hour as thoughts about their mother rushed through both of the boys' heads. Please let her recover. She has to recover. Please. Ed thought. Over and over again.

A pit in Ed's stomach appeared as they finally reached the hospital. Hohenheim parked the car and they ran to the entrance.

"Hello," Smiled the woman at the desk "Are you checking in or just visiting?"

"Visiting" The three responded in unison

"Who is it that you're visiting?"

"Her name is Trisha Elric." Hohenhiem said.

"Oh, she's in room 105 just go down the hall and take a right" she said to then sweetly before going to the next person.

"Thanks!" they called as they raced down the halls as fast as they could.

When they entered, their mother was lying peacefully on a hospital bed. Lots of wires were hooked up to her, filling her bloodstream with medicines Ed couldn't even name. Her face was covered by an oxygen mask. Her skin was so pale it was almost white and blood seemed to be seeping through her fresh bandages. She was losing blood. A lot of blood.

"Trisha..." Whispered their father, brushing away a few strands of hair that had fallen on her face

Ed and Al were frozen. Seeing their mother so weak and breakable was truly shocking. How could anyone so something like this to her? How?

"My...my boys..." She gasped out "I'm sorry but I guess that this is it...faith choose this...its ok its the way we live ..." She looked up at the white ceiling of her room. "We are born. we live. and then we die...remember Edward, Alphonse, I love you." She looked up at her husband and smiled weakly "sorry honey, but I guess you have to take care of the kids by yourself ...I love you..." Her hand dropped from their father's and a sharp 'beep' filled the air, telling the whole world that Trisha Elric was gone forever.

Al broke down completely, falling to his knees and crying his heart out. Ed,not wanting to see his brother cry leaned down and hugged him, holding him tight. Small tears flowed down Ed's face ans he held his brother tighter and cried silently.

Seeing this. Hohenheim knew how hard it would be to go back to their house. All their memories of her were contained in there. He wouldn't be able to walk into the kitchen without thinking of her making pancakes on a Saturday morning, or so anything without thinking about her. As hard as it would be on him, it would be harder on the boys, and the place was a little to dangerous for Hohenhiem's liking right now. Everywhere you go theirs drug dealers rapists and more just waiting in silence. Well then...that does it. I guess we're leaving...moving out.' Hohenheim thought 'I wont tell them now, I'll tell them when we get to the house'

They stayed a little while longer, not wanting to leave the dead woman's side as they waited for the body to be taken away.

"Hey, Dad..." Al said

"Hmm?"

"Umm...can we cremate Mom?" He said before looking up to his father and smiling.

"That way we can take her with us." He smiled at his younger son, "That's a great idea Alphonse ...she'll be with us wherever we go." He ruffled Al's hair, trying to brighten up the mood.

It didn't seem like long until Ed was holding the remains of his mother inside a vase that was purple with shades of black and grey covering the sides in geometric shapes. He held it tightly. There was no way in hell he was going to let anything happen to it.

They silently headed to the car, none of them knowing what to say. In silence, they drove home. Once they were at home, Hohenheim asked them to sit down at the kitchen table.

"Edward, Alphonse, I have something important to tell you." He said.

"What is it that you want to talk about?" Ed said as he noticed how serious his father was.

"Well due to the...loss we just had of your mother and how I noticed this place isn't safe for us to live in any more plus we wont be able to afford this house now that your mothers gone...I guess what I'm trying to say is that...we're moving out" Ed saw the way his father closed his eyes and take a deep breath awaiting what was about to come.

"WE'RE MOVING!?" Ed yelled, 'Why the hell are we moving! Dammit! I hate moving. Then I have to go to a new school and...' before he could finish his thought Al spoke up.

"I guess it wouldn't be so bad, would it, Ed? And besides then we can have a new start there, right?" Al said as he gently elbowed his brothers arm.

"Uh...yeah, I guess..." He mumbled.

"Good! Well then, start getting packed I'll try to find a place that's cheap but good enough for us to live in" their father said. "Well don't just stand there! Hurry up!" They looked at their father in doubt.

"Oh no..." Al said.

"He's going to get the worst house! I'm sure of it!" Ed whispered into Al's ear.

In Ed's room, he sighed and flopped down exhaustedly onto his bed.

"Great! Now I'm going to a new school, I'm going to have to make friends , tell them why I skipped a grade, they'll make fun of me or touch my hair...God I hate this!" He said to himself as he finished packing his clothes and things. Searching in his pocket until he pulled out his ipod, he put in the headphones and hit play.

"some way somehow we've fallin out, caught inbetween my enemies

no way not now i wont back down i draw the line with you and me"

He mumbled the lyrics while flopping down on his bed and saying the last lyric of the song

"one day they'll see it was always me..." he said as he fell asleep to the song.

"Ed...'

"Ed!..."

"ED WAKE UP!..."

His eyes snapped open "W-Wha?" was all Ed could say at the moment.

"Ed! Get up! We have to go and pack our stuff up in the car we're leaving!"

Ed was dumbfounded "what? so early in the morning?" he said "cant we do it later?" he said covering his eyes with the sheets.

"Actually Brother, its 3:45 P.M"

"WHAT! WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU WAKE ME UP!" Ed yelled as he jumped off the bed.

"I don't know...you looked tired, I didn't want to wake you up"

"Hurry up boys! We have to go now! Or else its going be a longer ride then its supposed to be!" Ed heard his father yell from outside the window.

"Get dressed, Brother! We gotta go." Al said before leaving his brother's room. Ed then got up changed into his regular outfit, and went outside, taking one last look at his old home, and the memories it contained

"Finally!" Hohenheim sighed.

"Yeah, yeah" Ed said as he open the car door and climbed inside.


HI! LLF here!

1)The song here is Raised By Wolves by Falling in Reverse.

2) I adopted this story from xX cuts. and. stitchesXx. So the idea belongs to her. Not me.

3) I also realised how much of a Grammar Nazi I can be when I was writing this.

4) CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM AND REVIEWS PLEASE!