Im so stuck with my other stories. I don't know what do. I added to many plot twists, and now I can't untwist the plot :( If anyone has ideas, feel free to tell me them. Thanks.

Good news is, I might make a Roy Mustang plushie! Yay! First Im making a gothic Momiji plush for my friend Alex.

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The gun was drawn and loaded. His sweaty finger on the trigger, ready to pull back. The floor was a dark crimson, his clothes, wet with his blood. It was almost over.

'I've come this far, why can't I end it?' he thought.

His whole family was gone. His mother died of sickness so long ago. His father, he made her sick when he left. She loved him, but he did not care. He left her with her children, none of them knowing whether he was alive or dead. It made her sick. It was his fault.

That sick bastard.

He killed her. It was truly murder what he had done, not even showing the decency to come to her funeral.

His brother, his soul trapped in armor after trying to resurrect his fallen mother, gone after only eleven years of his life. Swept away from him. His big brother and him had only wanted to see her smile again. Her eyes as she met them at the door. Her delicate hands around them as she healed their wounds.

They would never see any of it again.

The duo were too young to know what would happen. Too young to understand. Too young to be doing such things anyway. One had merely lost two appendages, the older one. He had lost his body, never to feel again the warmth of the sun. Never again to taste an apple freshly picked from the tree. Never to again smell a small flower from the garden.

Never again.

The rune of blood placed inside the cold steel armor, shattered. The knife entered his makeshift body, and before his brother's eyes, the armor returned to it's previous state.

Cold, soulless, empty armor.

The man was caught and put into a dirty cell, but what good did it do? None. Alphonse Elric was dead., his brother left alone in the world.

He smiled, soon he would see them again. A simple swift movement of a single digit was all it would take.

Why wouldn't it happen?

He stood in the darkness and silence, the crimson falling from his body, paralyzed. If he couldn't do it, then he knew he had something left, something to live for.

Then, it happened.

The door, that horrid door. The door that he had neglected to lock. The door that slowly creaked open, revealing blonde hair and wide blue eyes.

The door that made him thoughtlessly pull the trigger.

She cried out, and held her lover's dying body, whispering nothings in his ear. His blood tainted her clothes. The sight of him tainted her eyes. His words tainted her ears.

"Mom... Al... Im coming."

And he did.

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Wow, I actually am happy with how that came out... Weird. I really need help with my other stories. I might use Alex's (ShuShakinUp's Alex) idea for Hidden, but I am LOST with the other one... I haven't updated in so long I don't even remember the title. Wow.

Thanks for reading, please reviews! (Yeah I know... it was short.)