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AN: Have fun! And we all know horror is fun, especially when it's happening to someone else. .
Chapter Two- Timeless
Al had gone down to the living room where he sat with his eyes squeezed tightly shut like it would somehow help block out the horror of the world around him. Every once in a while something brushed against his cheek something that might be his imagination, or might not.
Why would Ed be gone in the middle of the night? There were reasons of course but it still unnerved him.
Music played lightly from somewhere in the house. He had to strain to hear it and even then he wasn't entirely sure he actually had heard something.
It was pretty, soothing. It was what he had been humming before and what he had heard in his dreams though he didn't know until now.
He got up feeling strangely drawn to it and made his way to the top floor. Sweet, harmless. It wouldn't hurt him. It was much nicer then all the other things he had seen.
That room again but it was different this time. The mirror wasn't broken anymore it was perfectly intact and looked new.
He wasn't reflected in it though but rather a girl wearing a billowy white night gown. Blond hair flowed loosely about her shoulders giving her an ethereal look. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
He just wanted to be with her, sooth her pain.
Forever.
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Ed walked with his head slumped forward and his collar up. Rain poured down so strong it was hard to see. Al had been busy and he hadn't wanted to bother him so he had gone out to eat but then the storm started. The waitress insisted that he stay and wait it out so he did but there was no signs that it would let up and he didn't want to spend the entire night in the crowded stuffy restaurant.
Besides it was just rain. He could handle it and must have because he could see the house. Maybe the rain would finally get it clean...
He could see a light on from upstairs so he went to check it out. Why was Al up at this hour? He always nagged Ed about staying up late and this definitely qualified as late.
His little brother was standing infront of a huge mirror. Framed by silver intricate decorations. Lifting a hand towards the glass as if he wanted to touch something Ed could not see.
It was so strong. The sense of danger that Al would be hurt if he didn't do something. "Alphonse?!"
Al turned slowly, the light leaving his eyes and fell forward. In his panic to get to him Ed nearly missed it, something in the mirror like a person had been standing behind him and turned out of sight.
"Al?" He seemed to be in a state of partial consciousness. He looked at Ed like he couldn't really see him then winced and made a pained sound in the back of his throat.
"What the hell is going on?!" He didn't know what to do. Why did Al have to suffer all the time, wasn't anything they did ever enough? It was like the world decided it didn't like them from the moment they where born.
"Please snap out of it..." But he wouldn't. He wouldn't wake up and Ed couldn't decide if it would be safe to move him or not so he stayed and waited it out. And hoped.
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Alphonse reached out his hand. His finger brushed against where hers should be but instead felt the cold smooth glass.
In that instant he felt a connection. Blood rushed to his head, his heart beat faster as time around him froze. It was like moving through mud, slow so hard...
At the same moment he heard Ed call his name and his last thought was it was too bad he hadn't gotten there a second earlier.
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It was almost like everything had turned black and white but that wasn't quite it. More like a tint of golden brown that made him think of autumn. He watched the girl he had seen in the mirror but it was like he wasn't really there. At the same time he watched he saw and felt from her perspective as well. It was disorienting at first but he adapted.
She was crying silent tears under the covers. HE was coming tonight but Al didn't know who HE was.
It was his room she was in but it was clean and the house looked new. The bed and everything else wasn't in the same place as it was now and some of it was completely different. He thought the bed sheets where a rose colour but with brown being the only thing he could see it was hard to tell.
Her fear was contagious and made him anxious. He wanted it to get over with. Something was going to happen. Something happened every night here but Al had a feeling it wasn't what had been happening to him.
Footsteps. Someone was coming. They where alone in this house. This girl and the man that entered. Alone with the phantom he was here. Neither was aware of him and he knew he was seeing something that had already happened.
With shock Al saw that the man looked a bit like himself. His hair was close to the same length and was the same colour but he was older then Al by at least six years. It wasn't an exact resemblance or something impossible but close enough that someone might think they where related.
Terry sat on the bed beside her. Somehow he knew the man's name and now that he thought of it he knew the girls too. Angel. It suited her, she looked just like one.
Terry was humming to her as he watched her. Then began to stroke her side, still humming as his hands wondered.
Then the images sped up and he couldn't keep track of them, all he knew was that it hurt.
A grin then he was trapped.
"I'll get my revenge girl. You think what you felt before was bad? Now you'll wish you hadn't told."
With that ominous promise he woke up. Ed was holding him against his chest and Al clung to him like that would somehow save him. Unfortunately this was one time that Ed couldn't come to the rescue.
"I think I'm going insane." He muttered. He hadn't meant to but Ed heard all the same. He didn't say anything though. Just stroked his only family's hair and wished it could all go away. That he had payed more attention to what had been happening right in front of him. Al wasn't crazy. This was something else. Something was happening and he had no idea how to deal with it.
The dripping sound was starting to get annoying but it wasn't like water dripping. Ed looked around and saw red wax dripping onto the floor from an unlit candle.
"That wasn't lit before..." Al had seen it too. If it wasn't lit now and hadn't been then how was the wax melting?
"Are you OK?" He was scared that something still might be wrong. More wrong then everything else already was.
"I'm fine now, really." He felt drained but that was good considering.
Ed really wished they hadn't moved out here. It was a village far away from anywhere they knew. They had no one to ask for help or to stay with. There wasn't even an inn.
Al knew they couldn't leave. What ever had happened had linked him irreparably to the house.
Besides, he wanted to know what had happened to her, he wanted to help.
They heard something buzzing and it got louder. They both froze seeing a huge wasp crawl around the candle only to be covered in wax.
Laughter filled the house, echoing off the walls.
Footnotes!
There, the second chapter. Wow my chapters are short. Oh well, that means they're done faster right?