Something's Wrong With Me Chapter 1: Found, a fullmetal alchemist fanfic

"Hughes, take half our men and search the right. Everyone else, follow me." Roy Mustang instructed from the head of a large crowd of men in blue uniforms.

They were deep within a decrepit mine shaft, searching. For Edward Elric. He'd gone on a mission with Alphonse Elric to reprimand an alchemist that was becoming much too powerful for the State's liking. He didn't come back. Al did. He staggered back in tears and covered in blood. After being rushed to the hospital, he told the story. Ed was kidnapped by the alchemist, who was completely deranged. Now they needed to find him. The search was hard, since the crazy scientist kept running away. Finally, they believed, even hoped, that they'd finally cornered the man.

"Roger!" Maes Hughes said and led the men down the right fork.

Mustang proceeded down the left.

Everything was slick and wet. Men were slipping into the muck and sludge coating the walls and ceiling. Roy kept his gloves inside his pockets, so as not to get them wet. Fire doesn't work in water. They found cages full of monsters, most were dead, and others were on the brink. Some were completely still alive, and threw themselves against the bars, howling or screaming. One soldier Roy instructed to tally all the ones that were alive. The ones near death were not counted. The group moved from room to room, searching for a sign of the boy in the red coat.

They came to the final shaft, they found a huge chimera. A mix of a lion, elephant, panther, and snake. The huge distortion was long dead. "Nothing else here, sir." Riza Hawkeye said from his left.

"Don't be so sure." Roy said, and motioned to the shadows.

Roy slipped on his glove inside his pocket. It was still dry. He picked up a broken piece of wood and tied some loose fabric to the end. He snapped his fingers, and with a controled amount, the end lit up. He moved to the shadows and held his light to them. He moved along the wall, searching for the teenager.

Nothing, nothing, nothing, no-…..something.

The firelight fell on a shoe, the same exact one that Ed always wore. But they were his.

Roy moved closer, careful to keep his gloved hand steady. The back of the form of Edward Elric came into view. He was hanging from the ceiling in the very corner of the room, his toes barely touching the ground. A harness was wrapped around his chest, also tied to the ceiling. "Hawkeye." Roy commanded.

She moved forward and took the torch from him. She held it as Roy moved forward, closer to Ed. He motioned another soldier forward who presented a knife. Roy took it and carefully cut Ed down, gently lowering him to the ground. holding his breath, turned him over. He was hardly recognizable. His whole face was bloodied and bruised with cuts all over. The only thing that made them know it was him was the automail ports. The metal arm and leg were both gone. Almost every inch of him, through what they could see of his torn clothes, was bruised or bloody. Roy put his arm around Ed's back and gently lifted him onto his knee. "Edward, c'mon Ed wake up." He said, put the other hand's fingers on Edward's chin, holding his head still even though his insides were nearly screaming to move his head.

He knew better, something could be wrong with his neck that would only be made worse by moving his head. "Mmm……" Was the response.

"He's alive, barely." Roy announced to the crowd at large.

Ed began mumbling, but no one could make out what he was saying. He twitched and suddenly tears slid down his face. He continued whispering to himself but now was attempting to move. Struggling weakly. His eyes half opened. He saw Roy's face, but he couldn't focus on it. Everything was swimming. Someone should put out that light. It's too bright. Too bright. Too bright. Too bright. Too bright. Too bright. Too bright. Too bright. Too bright.

Too……………bright.

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"Alphonse, it's me, your older brother!" Ed pleaded with the boy in front of him, who looked so much like Alphonse.

"What are you talking about? Did you kidnap me? Why am I here, who are you?" The caramel-haired boy in front of him demanded, spinning on the spot.

Ed collapsed to his knees. "Al…..it's me! It's me! I'm your brother!" He begged.

"I don't have a brother!" Alphonse shouted. "I have a sister, and she's waiting for me to get home! She needs to have dinner!"

"Wha-Al, we don't have a sister!" Ed said.

Al pulled his hand up and slapped Ed across the face with it. "Shut up! I want to go home!" He yelled.

Tears began pouring down Ed's face. The Al in front of him was only twelve. This made him thirteen. "Alphonse, I swear, I'm your brother! We don't have a sister!" Ed said, his chest starting to heave with sobs.

"That's not my name!" Alphonse screamed, and drew back his hand, fingers clenched.

Ed sobbed on the ground as the blow smashed into his face and sent him sprawling backwards. "I need to be home so that Winry won't get scared! She could hurt herself!" Al shouted, kicking Ed in the stomach.

"Win- she's not our sister! She's our neighbor!" Ed cried.

Al attempted to kick Ed again but Ed grabbed his ankle and brought him crashing to the ground. Al yelled and threw his hands out. There was an explosion of blue lightning. "Al-"

Thunk! A metal bat had been transmuted. Al had been back up in a flash, wrenching his leg out of Ed's grip. Pulling the bat over his head, his smashed it down on Ed's flesh arm. It snapped and blood splashed across the ground. He screamed in pain as Al brought the bat on his side. He screamed for his brother to remember him, to stop, to know who he was. That his name was Alphonse Elric. Looking up, he saw the demonic face of a monster staring at him. From his brothers body. "THIS IS YOUR ENTIRE FAULT!" It screamed. "LEAVE ME ALONE!"

The bat fell, and smashed into his skull.

"UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!"

Ed awoke with a jerk, squirming. "Ed?" A familiar voice next to him said in surprise.

Tears were already streaming down his face. He reached out blindly, searching for something real, something solid. He found an arm. Ed pulled it close and sobbed into the sleeve. "Edward!" A voice said.

Whosever's sleeve he had laid hand too attempted to leave his grip. Ed clawed at it, he wouldn't…no...couldn't let go. It was the only thing that was real. "Scared…..I'm so scared……" Ed whispered between anguished cries. "Stop it……stop……don't let them….don't……help me……help me……help me……help me……help me……help me……help me……help me!"

His whole body ached, everything hurt, from his fingertips to his feet. His head pounded. His sudden movements had caused everything to sting with new agony. So he was crying for both the pain and the nightmare. He felt something sharp be inserted into his arm, and he fought it. Hands grabbed at him, attempting to hold him. "Ed, stop it." A familiar voice commanded.

At the sound of the voice, Ed stopped his blind struggle with someone near him. He felt the injection, and drowsiness overtook him. He whimpered, still refusing to let go of the sleeve of someone he knew. He couldn't remember who it was. Who? Who was it? Sounded familiar......

Of the sixty-some men that he took to rescue Ed, less than half made it back. Maes's group had been set upon by over twenty completely mad chimeras. His group had the same on their way back outside.

Roy was visiting Ed, watching him struggle in his sleep. Actually, Ed was in a coma. So while he sat in the chair next to the bed, Ed was muttering to himself. No one could make out what he was saying. Roy remembered what the doctor had told him.......

"Look, I can't sugarcoat this for you. He's in bad condition and….." The doctor said.

"And?" Riza pressed.

"There's been some….." The doctor said.

He told them that Ed seemed to have been raped several times. "There's a lot of tearing. Plus there's the bullets, automail, countless other wounds. He's been sexually and physically attacked repeatedly."

Roy had then collapsed into a chair, face in his hands. Roy had stayed at the hospital, leaving only to go home for food or to go to the bathroom or shower and clean up. Ed was almost always whispering something.

Then he'd begun screaming, thrashing in bed.