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F*ck him!

That was the thought that ran through Ed's head as he launched across the table but his hands never made it to Gibbs neck. Darkness surrounded Ed's vision and the last thing he saw was Gibbs concerned face above him.

Why?

Why did things like this always happen to him?

Were my sins that horrible?

As he faded into unconsciousness, Ed swore that he could hear something laughing at him.


Truth.

He didn't feel like he was sleeping, he didn't feel anything at all.

"So you're back Mr. Alchemist, what will you give to me now?"

Truth…..sitting there again with that smile on its face. If there was a being Ed hated in the universe it was Truth. But Truth was also himself; did that mean he hated himself?

"An answer Mr. Alchemist or a question do you seek?"

An answer? A question? Truth was talking in riddles again. Ed learned that he hated riddles, even though he was the one that solved those most of the time. But with Truth, it was like the answer was right in front of him and the Truth knew it but he didn't see it.

"I'm here for a reason, aren't I? Why am I here?"

Truth merely smiled and shook its head, "Wrong answer Mr. Alchemist, every question and answer will cost you dearly."

The F*ck? Every question and answer?

This was all starting to seriously p*** him off, for once in his life could anything be simple? Like a yes or no answer, maybe actual answers for once!

"You should hurry Mr. Alchemist, time is running out. Or has it already? Or maybe you did not have any time in the first place? Think Mr. Alchemist. Think."

Ed snapped his head around as he heard a creaking from a door, behind him a door he had never seen before was opening. Complicated writing was written across it and what looked like the sun was above it, while a planet was in the middle of the gate.

As Ed turned around he saw Truth waving and right behind him, another gate. It was the same one. The same gate he always came from and was pulled into. Then if that was his gate over there, whose was it-

Hands grabbed him but as Edward looked at them, they were different, a different color-silver white.

As Ed was pulled into the gate and the Truth kept waving, the hands -it almost seemed gentle?- pulled him back, into a bright light that hurt Ed's eyes to look at.

There were so many questions that were in Ed's mind then but the two that ruled his mind were-

'Where the god d*mn is Al?' and 'what the F*ck just happened?'


A bright light in his vision was what he saw first and white walls.

I swear if I'm in the hospital again and they taped a needle into my arm, there is going to be hell to pay.

As Ed sat up he noticed it was sunlight from a window to his right. As he tried pulling his left arm up to move his bangs from his face, a "clink" sounded and he realized that his arm wasn't moving.

Freaking bastards! What did I do now? I mean they were the ones kidnapping people from hospitals and accusing them for murder, why am I the one chained up?

He tried moving it again and got the same sound, maybe there was a chance…..

"You won't be able to break those Ed, they're steel handcuffs."

I may be bad tempered (which isn't my fault, being kidnapped, freaking Truth speaking in riddles, accused of murder, still no sign of Al and the list goes on….) but I am in no way stupid, my I.Q surpasses yours old man.

But Ed just kept silent, the man accused him of murdering an eight year old girl for goodness sakes!

He could handle the silent treatment, and the memories that brought up…Tucker…..Chimera….Nina….blood…pain…hell…..

NO!

Ed jerked as a hand reached out at him and almost fell from the bed but managed to catch himself in time.

Gibbs gave a worried glance at the teen and shook his head as the eyes filled with pain and torture moments before turned into cold determination and a brick wall that blocked emotion.

The kid reminded him of a feral wild cat but as Gibbs imagined calling him kitty kitty, he was sure Ed would have punched him if he knew what he was thinking. Gibbs sighed, why was it always him stuck with the hard-cases?

"You know I really don't think you murdered anyone."

Ed gave him a look, why the hell did you accuse me of it then?

"It was to see your reaction; I needed to see if you were a suspect, victim or witness."

Ed held his silence, he could do this forever, he might be a big mouth but that didn't mean he couldn't hold a grudge, just ask Al….

Alphonse.

I need to find Alphonse.

Ed snapped out of his stupor as he heard a door opening, and saw Gibbs about to walk out.

He didn't know what compelled him to do it but he felt as though he could trust this man.

Even though he reminds me of Colonel Bastard…..and Hughes.

"My name is Edward Elric."

OK well there it is, tell me what you think.

Kalse.