A.N Oh no! I wrote the chapter in the wrong order! Princess had this layered out all nice and in order for me, then I messed it up and wrote the chapter all backwards since I forgot the middle! Here's the correct version of chapter two! The beginning is the same, so you can skip that if you've already read it.
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Had he made the mistake?
Was it Alphonse?
No, Alphonse wasn't the reason, he shouldn't be held for the blame.
Could it be Roy? The General?
But he's the Flame Alchemist, he'd know a little too much about blowing things up.
It had to be him.
Not his innocent brother, nor the cocky general.
It had to be him.
He was to blame.
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It was simple.
The Gate didn't fully break.
The Germans found out.
They used Noah again.
That didn't work.
They needed Edward.
But that wouldn't work.
"Cooperate with us Elric..."
A large man stood before him. They were in the same room where the Germans tried to cross the Gate, where Alfons Heindrich died, where Eckheart died.
Alphonse stood beside his brother, scared of the tall man. Snipers on balconies were aiming their guns at them. There was no escape.
"No" Edward spat.
"Desperate times call for desperate measures." The man sighed.
Before Edward could comprehend what was happening, Al was moved to the side of the big man and had a pistol nudging the side of his skull. Al's eyes were terrified and he was trembling.
"Br-brother." He managed to whimper in a half-whisper.
"Shut up!" The man said, shoving the gun deeper into Al's face. Al visibly winced. The gun was now digging in his head and the Man's hand was firmly on the trigger. Al was only inches away from death.
"Leave him..." Ed shot a glare at the man that could only be described by Alphonse as one filled with rage. Pure rage. Hatred. A ferocious killer with deep golden eyes filled to the brim with violence and torturous thoughts. Yet at the same time they were flashing between other emotions. Fear. Worry. Pain. Guilt. Again, deep fear.
"Out of this!" Edward shouted in a yell that reflected every one of those emotions.
"Why?" The man asked, malicious intent dripping from each sentence. "He knows less than you do, and we only need one Elric."
Alphonse stiffened. If that man pulled the trigger-and he would, it was on his face, plain as day- Al would die. He wasn't invincable. he was no longer a suit of armor. Al certainly didn't want to leave his brother.
"LEAVE HIM OUT OF THIS!" Ed said once more, and the man laughed at him.
Ed couldn't take this any longer, nor did he. He used his rage to his own advantage. He threw himself at the man.
There was a bang and a scream.
Alphonse's scream.
Al fell to his knees, still screaming and holding the side of his head.
"Al!" Ed yelled as he ran to his brother's side.
"Are you all right?" Worry and concern laced Ed's tone as he keeled beside his baby brother and checked Al's wound. The right side of his face was stained with blood.
"Thank God." Ed sighed out. The bullet only grazed him, though it was deep.
Ed was sudenly hit with a rage that made hius blood boil and his vision turn red. That man caued a bullet wound on his innocent baby brother.
"You." Edward's growl was feral as he jabbed a finger at the man, who supprisingly wasn't at all scared. "You. Almost. Killed him."
Edward was about to lung for the man when he remembered the sippers surounding them.
"Al..." Ed said out of the corrner of his mouth, trying to reign in his temper while still facing the man.
"Yes brother?" Al asked with newly found confidence at his brother's sure tone.
"Open it in 3...2...1..." Ed ment he wanted Al to open the Gate with him. Al listened.
"NOW!" With that shout, both the snippers and the large man leading the attack were violently thrown back in an explosion of light.
The brother's were gone.
Ed had a plan. the gate was not broken. That ment they could get back to Amestris. With Al's limited knowlage however, it would only let two people through.
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This visit to the Gate was more forceful.
They were thrown from their Gate into a white abyss that Ed recaled from his own visits, except for the fact that the gate to Amestris was blown to bits.
For once, Mustang had done his job.
there was still a gravitational pull beaconing them towards the nearest speck, just without the added stress of the thousands of little black hands.
The speck sucked them in forcefully, and Ed held his brother close as they went hurdling through the darkness to make sure Al couldn't see any of it.
He didn't need to remember.
Alright, I fixed it. I'm still holding to my promise though, no new chapter until I get at least one more review. Can you do that for me?