No pairing, Barry capture's Alphonse to lure Ed into a trap. Rating:T
Ed walked into the factory in front of him. Supposedly empty, but lights still running. The sight in front of him; blood dripping down the walls, a pulsing heart shook a note through his ears. He wanted to run out, get Roy and the rest of his team to help. But his foot continued to inch forward, knowing he couldn't run. He had to save Al, if he didn't he wouldn't be able to face anyone. 'Restoring his body will not go in vane.'
"Oh I didn't know you were coming. Now I don't have to go find you. Chopping up your brother right in front of your eyes will make such a pleasant sight." Barry emerged from behind a machine, mercury smeared knife-dabbed with flecks of crimson-clenched tightly in his hands.
"Where's A-Al?" Ed quavered slightly in his speech, yet still continuing to inch forward.
"Oh he's right in here, let me show you. Though the blade's I crafted for this event have yet to be used on his wonderfully crafted skin. I really am glad you came, now you'll get to watch as I tear through your own brother." Barry turned around walking back behind the black machine, though covered in flecks of crimson and a blade took up most of the space on it's top. "Come one, do't you want to see your brother in tiny little pieces?"
Ed rushed forward, catching sight of a table covered in pieces of muscle and bones. He clapped his hands silently as he thrust his automail blade to Barry's neck. "I don't plan on letting you do anything."
"You only think you don't." Barry traced his knife, tearing through the fabric of Ed's cloths and a thin layer of skin. "After doing this for so long, do you honestly think I could be killed so easily by a supposed sneak attack. Now will you be nice or do I have to cut you up first?"
Ed flipped backwards, wincing as the blade continued to pierce through his skin. "Why do you want to kill m brother so badly?"
"Cause with your brother, you created his flesh. With help of your favorite talent of course, but I want to discover any differences, any mis calculations you made in recreating his body."
Ed twitched slightly at how much Barry new about Al's body, and retracted his blade back to his regular automail hand. Barry continued walking down a lane of tables, Ed following seeing no other way around things. All bloody bits spewed over the tables, down the length of the room. A rush of feet surrounded him and a familiar voice hit his ears. "I never thought you would look so calm Fullmetal. You were always one to fight." Roy's voice mocked.
"What the hell are you doing here bastard? I cam here alone for a reason." Ed moved aside as a swarm of men surrounded Barry.
"Oh, so you could get you and your brother killed? That would be nice, wouldn't it? Leaving all I've done for you for nothing." Roy sighed after speaking his words. "I've done quite a bit for you Fullmetal, don't blame me for trying to keep you you two alive."
"The past doesn't matter now. How the hell did you even know I was here?"
"A certain birdy told me. Now stop standing there and help find your brother." Roy turned away from Ed, calling some orders to the soldiers.
Ed moved around the large factory, hoping Al would make some sort of noise at the sound of Roy's men. He passed a large black box, locked next to one of the tables. He examined it closer, placing his ear against the cool metal. "M--n-hel-" A light muffle from inside showed someone was inside. Ed instantly slapped his hands together, then against the metal box, breaking off it's lock. He swung the door open, seeing tape over Al's mouth and his limbs tied up. Ed ripped off the tape and removed the chains.
"Brother!" Al wrapped his arms around Ed, sobbing into his cloths.
"I'm sorry it took so long to find you. Lets just get out of here." Ed stood up, holding Al against him. They passed one of Roy's men, realization that they were still looking for Al. "Tell the bastard I found him and we're leaving."
Roy watched as Ed and Al left, Al still being held in Ed's arms. " I wonder if he'll be alright now."
Riza appeared at this side, as if meant for her there. "Which one sir?"
"Both. They both went through a new taste of hell tonight." Roy spoke, his voice hard with anger at how the two of them were always followed by danger, no matter how hard they kept themselves from it.
"Then both need to help each other to move past."
I wrote this a while back and decided to finally write it up.
What do you get when you mix 1. a pissed off fanfic writer 2. Pencil and paper and 3. Barry the chopper. A bloody mess...literally XD. Hope you like my only gory one-shot.
