Incarnate
The pain was excruciating. It was the second time that he had been pulled through the gate today, but this time was different to the previous three. It was like it was opening from inside of him, the scars of his taboo tearing open to create an oval portal. But there was something else; another pain.
His shoulders were on fire, tearing, burning, and destroying themselves over and over again. His brain was ripping itself apart, truth pouring in and out, as if he were a conduct. But this was a warm feeling- simultaneously like a calming bath and a boiling pool of oil. The screams sung to him, an addictive and soothing symphony to his scarred and battered soul. It felt natural, right.
It was changing him, deep inside, his outlook, his memories, his thought process, his logic… But Ed couldn't [wouldn't] stop it, instead choosing to cling to it and ride it to its source.
If anyone had been able to look past their own pain at this moment, if they had been able to ignore the feeling of having every fibre of their being un-made; they would have seen a glow around Ed, a soft light as golden as the sun, looking for all of Amestris as if it were an embryo wrapped around him.
And then, Ed was gone, caught within the tide.
A.N. : This is my next major project, a series of alternate FMA:B drabbles. This is just the prologue, so it is very short. I will have the next chapter of drabbles up at the weekend, and should have written the next very soon. Thanks for reading, and I'll see you very soon.
Blanket Disclaimer: I do not own any characters/places mentioned. They belong to the franchise[s] respective owner[s]. The plot of this fan work and original characters are my intellectual property. I make no profit out of this.
~ Call Me Tom, 9.06.2012 [Edited 14.06.2012]