{Thank-you for the two reviews I got!3 I hope to have more! Critisism welcome! (Though I am aware of spelling, I don't have microsoft word .

DISCLAMER; Not even gonna bother with something entertaining, FMA is not mine ;^; }

We finally walked into the Colonel's office, littered with various random piles of paperwork, as per usual. On the way there

I decided to teach Alphonse and Winry some simple sign language, they are determined to learn it with in a few

months. I look over to Alphonse, hoping he'd be able to explain my current situation. I kinda feel useless, I guess.

Alphonse looks over to me, Roy nods. A piece of paper is given to me, very rough and rushed hand writing is on it,

obviously the Colonel's.

'I understand your current situation, Fullmetal. Looks like your next to useless at coming back with no injury's. It is

impossible to cure this, however, when I applied for the military, it was required for everyone to know sign language.

I'm pretty sure it still is for certain areas. Mines a little rusty, but I know Hawkeye's is shiny, go and see her. I'll teach

Winry and your brother some that I remember while you are gone.'

I look up to Mustang, nodded, and followed Hawkeye into another room.

I sit next to the window, staring out to the landscape of Central City. I feel a tap on my shoulder, I look up. She starts

signing something.
'Edward, don't look down on the world. It's not your fault it turned out like this, just bad luck. ' She pauses. 'Besides,

you alive, you could of lost something more then your hearing, yes?'

I smirk. 'Yes, that may be it, but I still lost my hearing. People will look down on me like an abandoned child left on the

streets. Besides, I've fulfilled my purpose to Al, gave up my alchemy, there isn't anything much left for me to set a goal upon now, is there?' The smirk slowly turned into a trembling frown. "Please, leave me for a while..." I manage to

spit out. How am I going to cope the rest of my life like this? The only thing that drove me is complete. I look around

the room... Looks like Hawkeye left her military jacket... I wonder...
I carefully look for one thing, when I found it, I made sure it was loaded. Yes. Good. I hold the gun to my throat.

I'm not one to kill the good.. But I don't feel good anymore, so I guess this is goodbye, Al... Winry... I'll be with you

soon Mum...

The floor vibrated slightly. I don't really care whats going on-

Everything stops for a moment.

Two pairs of hands try to slide the gun out from my grasp, they succed.

I breathe heavily, I turn dizzy, and everything fades to blackness.

The last thing I saw was Al and Winry's faces, ready to spill with tears any second. And the Colonel.. Looked some

what concerned. Worried, even.

I fall to the ground with a soft thump.

{Yeah, sorry for the quickly-excallating ending there (/)w(\)

I cannot seam to write a happy fic, it has to be ANGSTY. Says my brain}