Here's chapter 2! I hope you guys like it and I promise I'll get chapter 3 up faster than I got this one up. Please review, and I'm sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes, or confusing parts. For any comments, complaints, or advice on how to make this story better, leave a review, or PM me. Enjoy!


The next day, Alphonse went with Roy to sign all the legal documents, and once they were finished there, they were both escorted to the hospital, where the child was.

They were taken to the child's hospital room. He was sleeping when they entered, so Al kneeled by the bed, and Roy took a seat on the sofa they had in the room. He still had some pretty bad burns on his arms, but, by the looks of it, his face had not been touched by the flames. It was very surprising to Al how much the child resembled him.

They watched the child sleep, tossing and turning and crying out as he was plagued by the nightmares that had accompanied his fever. Both Al and Roy were silent, reflecting on how alike to Ed he was. Ed always had gruesome nightmares that caused him to cry as he slept, and when he would finally wake up, it would be in a pool of sweat.

When the child finally awoke, a around an hour later, he was barely alert or responsive. He just seemed to glance around the room, either he didn't realize that there were two other people in the room with him, or he just chose to ignore them.

Roy whispered to Al, "I'll go and tell the doctor that he's awake, so that he can receive his medicine." Al nodded, and Roy left the room, leaving the two of them alone.

The noise the Roy had made when he closed the door behind him startled the young boy, and he opened his eyes wide in fear. Alphonse squeezed his hand, and stroked his hair. The boy weakly stared up at him. He wasn't scared anymore when he looked up and recognized Al.

Alphonse had helped Winry and Edward raise Alphonse Junior since he was born, so Alphonse Junior knew who he was. He remembered how, before the house fire, Alphonse Junior's eyes would light up, whenever he came to visit. Alphonse had been there when Alphonse Junior had been born, when he had taken his first step, and when he said his first word.

"Are my mom and dad... dead?" the child asked, looking down. Al had been informed that the child had not said a thing since the fire, so this would be the first words he said in two weeks. He couldn't make it to his parents' funerals because he was still in the hospital, in critical condition, when they were buried.

"No one told you?" Al asked, and then sighed and said, "Yeah, they are. I'm really sorry, but they didn't make it out of that fire." He felt tears spring to his eyes, but he didn't dare let any escape.

Al Junior nodded and whispered, "I was told but I didn't believe anyone. I wanted to make sure it was true by asking someone who would tell me the truth. Everyone keeps asking me questions about what happened, but I don't want to explain... not yet, anyway. I'm really sad, Uncle Al."

Alphonse sucked in his breath and replied, "We're all pretty sad."

"Where am I gonna live now, uncle? I don't have parents now, and I don't have a house", the poor child sobbed.

"You're going to come and live with me, at my house!" exclaimed Alphonse, trying to sound cheerful, when really he wasn't. It made him want to cry whenever he looked at Ed's pathetic son, who was nothing without his father, and it'd be hard to live in the same house with such a depressed child.

Al Junior didn't say anything, and just stared up at the roof. Just then, the door opened, and the doctor entered, followed by Roy. "Ho ho, he is awake!" exclaimed the doctor. "Okay, Alphonse, I'm going to give you some pain medication. You haven't had any since you were taken off the IV", the doctor told Al Junior. He injected a needle, which made the boy shriek in fear, just like his father, and Al Junior then exclaimed that he wanted to be alone.

The doctor, Roy and Al all left the room, leaving the boy utterly alone. The doctor left the two men, and went off to treat another patient. Al kept his gaze on the floor, as Roy walked with him down to the cafeteria.

When they arrived, Al muttered, "I'm not really hungry, Roy. I think I'm going to step outside for some fresh air, if you don't mind." Roy nodded, and continued into the cafeteria, knowing that Al wanted sometime to himself.

Al sluggishly made his way outside, and once there, he stared up at the cloudy sky. Snow lazily drifted to the ground, marking the end of autumn and the start of winter. One happened to land on Al's nose, and he blew it off. It reminded him of when Ed, Nina and he had played out in the snow many years ago. He remembered Ed doing the same thing he just did when he blew off the snowflake. Al, of course, was not able to feel any snowflakes land on him back then, but he could now, and he loved the feeling. He absentmindedly let a tear slide down his face, as he reminisced the days when he and his brother had only one goal in mind, and when they had dedicated their life to one thing-finding the Philosopher's Stone.

In those days, Al had a reason to live on. In those days, it was just him and Ed. That was before Ed got married, and gave all his attention to his wife. Although Al was happy for his brother, he couldn't help but feel jealous. When Ed had a child, that was even less attention that Al got from his older brother, and even more jealousy had pinned Al down.

Suddenly, a cold wind picked up and blew right through him, making him shiver. He headed back inside, and met up with Roy, who had just finished eating. "Why don't we go back up to Alphonse's room, and check on how he's doing?" Roy suggested. Al silently nodded, and they started up to Alphonse Junior's room.

Once they got there, they knocked on the door, and then entered. Upon entering, they discovered an empty bed, and a rope made of sheets draped out the window. Al gasped, and ran to the window, and looked out of it to see if he could see any trace of his nephew. Roy's reaction was smirk. This could only have been expected by the only son of the stubborn Fullmetal Alchemist. Ed's son was like a reincarnation of himself, and Roy was sure that part of Ed's soul was inside his son. Just like Ed, his son, Alphonse, would be keeping Al and Roy constantly on their feet and worried.


Alphonse Junior ran down the alley in his hospital gown, not caring where he was going, as long as he was away from everyone, and all his troubles. He didn't dare look back. Snowflakes were falling, and although he was cold, he wouldn't go back. His father had run from his troubles when he burned down his home, didn't he?

He stubbed his bare foot on a loose rock, and fell to the ground, skin his knees, but he ignored the pain and kept on running. In his mind he knew that when his house burned down, it was no accident. Someone started it on purpose, and he knew who it was. He was scared out of his mind, because the house fire was meant to kill him. Not his father or his mother, and they were the ones who ended up dying. He knew the person who was out to get him, and he knew that he had to run and get away from any places that he could easily be found, and any people who may get harmed if he stayed near them. That's the reason why he couldn't stay at his uncle's house. And that was why he had to stay far from his loved ones and any places where he knew his pursuer would likely look.

He was driven mad by the images in his head of his parent's bodies, burnt to a crisp in front of him, and the man who did it. A man with long, spiked hair like a palm tree. The same man who was out to kill his father, and his uncle when they were younger. Help me dad, please don't let him kill me, Al Junior screamed over and over again in his mind.


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