Alright, I'm being brave and submitting my first Fullmetal Alchemist story. God I'm so scared on how people will react to it XD Especially since I'm kind of wondering around the actual plot. Like it says in my Profile, I just started writing and I just want to continue :-P
Anyway, this chapter is very short, something to try and get people wanting to read more. Don't be disappointed because I usually just write my stories as one big thing and forget to put chapters in (usually I put ''). Hence why some of the chapters may be short. But, like I said it's my first FanFic and I'm learning :-D
To the people who will read this, I'm sure you're all aware that I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist. I'm just a number one fan like millions of other people :-D
The current of beeping notes played repetitively in the young alchemist's ears. His body felt hot and clammy as he tossed around the thin white sheets providing him with a limited amount of heat. He occasionally began opening his eyelids to gaze around the atmosphere he lay in; however, his vision was blurred and weary.
Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist, lay in a shocking and unpleasant state that wet Thursday morning. The thoughts running through his mind was the only thing keeping him alive and sane. He couldn't see where he was; hear anyone's voice; remember what had caused him to be in this situation. The reason was there, sitting at the back of his mind, waiting to be found, but trying to recall it only brought more pain through his body; through his mind.
The young Alchemist tried to speak. He tried to call out for someone, but nothing but a small yelp breathed through his throat. His voice had dried up.
Ed's eyes had also dried. The only thing remaining of his cries were the tears which stained his cheeks. He knocked his head side to side, gritting his teeth upsettingly, wishing to wail, and wishing to cry uncontrollably. Anything to let him be heard.
A powerful wind howled from the outside, overtaking the noise of the beeping. Ed's breathing, however, sounded even greater as he panicked in this alienated place. He was alone. No one to talk to; to hold his hand; to assure him he would be okay because they would always be there.
Suddenly, something familiar struck his mind. Those words 'always be there' continued to run behind his closed eyes. Where had he heard them before? Was this linked to why he was here? Ed's brow lowered deeply as the ache in the head continued to burn. As much as he tried to recollect the memories that seemed to have drifted away, there was no hint of what had happened to result in this circumstance. No sound, no touch, no familiar face-
'Brother! Help me!'
Ed swallowed thoroughly. That voice … it was so familiar … why couldn't he remember? The alchemist clenched his flesh fist achingly, forming crescent engraved marks in the palm. He remembered having only one real arm … one real leg … but why? Were they linked to this person calling him brother? Why couldn't he recall what had happened? Was it really that shocking to recover?
The twelve year old opened his lips slightly, trying to make a noise once again. Was that his voice that sounded in his head? He couldn't even remember what he sounded like. How long had he been lying in this condition?
'Brother! Please! I need you to help! I need you to wake up!'
Wake up? He wasn't asleep. Was he? Was this all a dream? Or was … was he dead? Was someone calling him from the other side? No! That was ludicrous, he was the Fullmetal Alchemist! He couldn't die. He had a job to do. He had to look out for-
"AL!"
Ed's eyes shot open. He had awakened.
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