Fullmetal Alchemist:

Anger of the Night

Chapter Three:

Awakening to Darkness

28 Day from Explosion

Darkness.

It was all he could see, this darkness was surrounding him and though he knew better he felt as though it was trying to suffocate him as well. He felt lost in this darkness. He wanted to escape.

"Edward Elric, please calm down, sir," came a voice to his right it was female voice and from the sounds of it she was just a bit older than him. "Calm down, please."

"Turn on the lights I am awake and you have it so damn dark in here it suffocating," Ed snapped angrily.

"Sir, it just after two pm in the afternoon," the woman says as she tries again to ease him back into the bed he was sleeping on.

"Why is it so dark in here then turn on a light or something," Edward snapped.

"Sir, just calm down and relax. I will get Dr. Marcoh but you have to calm down alright," said the nurse.

This seemed to appease the angry alchemist. "Fine, make it quick," he grumbled as he settle back on the bed. He could tell without reaching to touch the spot where his right arm use to be that the arm was already gone. He was sad to lose it again but he knew that Winry would be happy to have two limbs of his to help repair. He also knew he could live with the automail again.

"I hear my patient is not only awake but being demanding answers to his questions," said the man that had entered the room.

Ed didn't know it was it Dr. Marcoh but felt the voice was familiar. "I know your voice. Tell me who you are," Ed demanded not looking at the doctor but where the voice had come from instead.

"Edward, I am afraid that you have lost some of your ocular input as a result of the explosion of the lab. I am still unsure if it is permeant or temporary. So until there is a change you will be blind," the doctor explained not answering the other question he was posed.

"Fine whatever, I will deal with it. But who the hell are you?"

"Edward, I am Dr. Marcoh. I was placed on your case by request of your CO Roy Mustang. I must go and inform him that you are awake. He will want to see you. Also, Miss Rockbell is here to discuss your automail surgery that was on hold for the most part while you were unconscious," Marcoh explained.

Edward nodded but said nothing more about anything, while he had at first he had accepted he was blind, the truth of what was implied really hit him and he began to wonder if he could even stay in the military or do his job as an alchemist. Worst of all he would not be worthy of Winry either. He was starting to get depressed again. He knew that this would end all hope of being useful to anyone and he began to think that perhaps it would have been better to have just died in the explosion. When he thought that he slowly shook his head to rid his head of such negative thoughts. 'Now is not the time to be thinking like that.' He thought to himself as he tried to think of what was going to happen to him.

There was a soft knocking on the door, just three sharp knocks, and then silence. Edward froze his thoughts at the sound. "Who….Who….Who is it?" he stammered to ask but it sounded so soft that he wasn't even sure the person at the door had heard him. He was just about to speak again and when he heard the door being opened.

"Fullmetal?" came the questioning voice of none other than Roy Mustang.

"What the hell do you want?" grouched Edward though he didn't look up or even in the direction of the voice, he honestly didn't want anyone to see him looking so weak and helpless.

"Well I can see you're just as grouchy as you usually are," Roy said unable to hide the smirk that was also evident in his voice. "Are feeling up to talk about the accident if you remember anything about that is?"

"Sure why not, oh wait, I can't remember anything at all!" Ed snapped looking off in the direction that he hoped was not the same as where Mustang was standing.

Roy for his part was giving Ed a cursory look over. Despite the missing limb and the loss of his sight he had no other major injuries that where visible. He (Roy) understood that Ed was very upset and easily prone to fights of rage, if provoked. His overall condition was improved and now that he was awake from his actual coma he seemed to be alright save for the two obvious injuries.

"I am sorry, Fullmetal," said Roy in a nearly hushed voice.

"What the hell are you sorry for, Colonel Bastard," Ed snapped before realizing he just said that last part out loud. "I mean why do you care?" He had quickly amended.

"For you being in this condition, for your lack of an arm and sight. If I had never asked you to work on this project then we…I mean you would not have been harmed in such a manner. I have already submitted the full report of what I could gather for the evidence at the scene," though Ed could not see it Roy bowed at the waist and hoped the sound of regret was not as evident as it sound to his ears.

"Whatever," was all Ed could say, he wasn't even sure he knew what else to say that since he could hear the undertones of sadness and regret.

"I should also let you know that I have not yet signed off on the military giving you a medical discharge since the thirty days has not passed yet. I did however hear from Fuhrer Grumman that you have been promoted to Lieutenant Colonel as a result of your actions in the lab and all your other actions up to now. He wanted to promote you farther but he didn't feel you would want even the single rank promotion so he only did one promotion. The promotion includes increased pay and access to more research materials, as well as the following; increase research budget, access to officer housing on or off base, a stipend for said off base housing, a food stipend each week for home foods, and your pay per month is increased by 45%. This should help you out when you are not working. Should you wish to continue working with me and depending on the level at which you can work," Roy explained in a military fashion but with a more soft and friendly tone of voice.

"If I can adapted to automail I can adapt to this crap too. I just need a trustworthy person to work by my side they don't have to understand alchemy just be able to write my coded methods and maybe be able to draw in the same methods I can. Which means I need someone who is trainable and willing to learn what I need them to learn. I don't want someone who doesn't understand that things HAVE to be done a certain way but is also willing to forget everything I tell them isn't important. Know anyone like that?" Ed stated.

'So, he wants to continue the research and is willing to ask for an assistant to help him,' Roy thought to himself. "Well Fullmetal that may be a TALL order when it comes to something like that. I could work with you until an assistant could be found that meets your criteria but we also have to rebuild the labs and nearly all the research that you had not reported to me was either burned or destroyed. I am not sure we can even keep this project going if we can't figure out what happened to the lab to cause the explosion to begin with, I do hope you understand," Roy didn't want to discourage the young alchemist since he seemed so eager to return to active duty. He silently snickered at his height jab though it didn't really apply anymore since Ed was nearly the same height as Roy now.

"How long will it take to investigate the explosion?" Ed had chosen to ignore his CO's attempt to get him to rant about his height. It hadn't worked in a while.

"If you had your memories of the event it would be easier. You did have enough presence of mind to get everyone out before the explosion but that was it," explained Roy, "Without your memory we will have to do what we can to piece together what we know about it. And before you start to worry only those in my group and myself are permitted to investigate per the Fuhrer's orders and my own request."

"Thank you," said Ed with a small stain of a blush on his cheeks, "I want to remember everything. I just don't know how to go about it."

"Its fine," said Roy as he took a seat in the chair on the left hand side of Ed's bed. "I want to help in any way possible. I am not sure what you need. But in the meantime please contact me or Hawkeye if you need something pertaining to your recovery. I am sure you will need as much help as possible to get your recovery complete in a quick amount of time. If you like I know a few places you can stay while you are adjusting to the loss of your sight and your new arm. You have medical leave available for up to one year. That includes monthly pay as well as all medical expenses paid."

"Where are these places I could stay, I have been staying the dorms up until I was in the lab where I had a cot and a small kitchen area built in to serve as a room for myself. I don't have anything else," Ed said though he sounded angry he was really just worried about where he could stay.

"Well one place is you could stay with Gracia Hughes, or you can stay with me just until you are more ambulatory on your own." Roy offered those two locations because they were familiar to Ed and Roy could check up on him whenever he needed.

"Fine, whatever, I just stay with you. Though I have never been to your place I will need to stay here till after the surgery on my arm," Ed said now looking down at what he hoped was the bed. "I don't have many choices but just two people in the home would make it easier for me to adjust back down to just myself when I get my own place. Plus I don't want to put Mrs. Hughes out any more than I have in the past. She is finally moving on with her life, and last I heard she was finally dating again. I would not want to be in the way there, staying with you…." Ed trailed off with a stain of blush again highlighting his cheeks. He didn't finish the sentence and hoped he would not need to complete his train of thought on the subject.

"I understand Fullmetal," Roy spoke up right away understanding that the young alchemist didn't what to be a burden to Gracia while she was dating while Roy dated girls who might find him interesting in some way and would not be bothered by his presence in the home. "I will have the guestroom read for you. There is a private bath in it as well. I will need to know you food allergies so I don't make anything you can't have, alright," said Roy as he dug out a piece of paper and pen to write down what Ed would need at home.

"I am allergic to milk, peanuts, and that's all. I don't have a strong allergy to milk but not only do I not like the taste but it doesn't agree with me. Its fine if it's in stews or other cooked goods but straight I can't have." He hid his face with his hair as best he could. He hated telling people about his allergies even Winry and Al didn't know about them. But Roy was trying to help him and he wanted to keep from fighting with the only other person who would take him and help to stay in the Military.

"Ok thank you Ful…I mean Edward. I think when we are in the house and in this room we can drop the formalities for now. Ok," Roy said.

"Right," was all Edward said as he lay back in the bed and tried to find a more comfortable position. "Can Winry come and talk to me about the surgery. I want to get it done as soon as possible?" He asked this as he tried to figure out what do with his eyes and wondering if he is was even looking in the right direction.

Roy nodded before realizing that the boy can't see what he was doing, "Sure, do you want me in here when you are talk to her?"

"No," was the snappish response.

"Ok then I will see you tomorrow. I will have Hawkeye come visit you later she will help you with some things. She can relay any messages you may have for me. Please do not hesitate to contact me should need something." Roy stood and walked to the door.

"Sir," Ed said timidly which was something that Roy never heard from him in all the time he had known him.

"Yes, Ed," Roy turned and walked back beside the bed.

"Umm, would you send for Al if you haven't already," Ed whispered.

Roy smiled, he knew he would want his brother nearby, "He will be here the day after tomorrow," was all Roy said as he walked to the door again, "He knows about the accident but not your condition only that you are in the hospital," with that Roy opened the door and left the room.

Ed didn't really have much time to think about his condition. He was sure that Al would be on the first train back to Amestris and would be in Central City in no time. But what would he feel about the fact his older brother was not only needing an automail arm again but he was also blind as well. Ed did hope that the blindness was temporary and that he would get his sight back at some put, but he wasn't going to hold his breathe on that happening any time soon. Suddenly he felt the need to use the facilities but since he could not see. He decided he would try to call for a nurse to help him. He found he help button and pushed it. Just seconds later a young lady rushed into the room.

"What can I help you with Sir," she ask formally once she knew his rank, thanks to Mustang.

"I, um, need to empty my bladder but, um I don't know how to get to the bathroom," Ed stammered.

"Alright, well we have several options here for that. I can get someone to put in a catheter for you, I can help to the bathroom and back to bed or we can give you bed pan. It would be helpful to move you around a bit to make sure you can walk but you will be very weak since you have been bed bound for nearly a full 30 days. I will leave the choice up to you," she offered in a kind but understanding tone.

"I wanna get up and walk if I can physically do so please," he said as politely as he could since he was so embarrassed.

"Alright, are you going to be ok to wait one second while get another aide to help you. There is only female on staff right now. So, it's up to you if you want just me or if you want more than me," she offered.

"I need to do it soon," was all he said through his flushed cheeks and gritted teeth.

She came to his right side and helped him swing his feet down so he could get to his feet. As he stood for the first time in a while he felt very weak and did everything he could to keep his legs under him. He leaned on here more than he thought he would.

He was half way there when he swore and felt liquid run down his legs to the floor. "Ah shit," he swore again.

"It's alright Lieutenant Colonel. I can help back to bed or take you to the bathroom for a quick bath while your bed is changed and your floor is cleaned. I am sure that a bath will help you a lot. How does that sound?"

He could tell she was trying to be helpful. He didn't want to speak again so he nodded the affirmative but then realized she was giving him an option. "Bath," he said softly. "Mustang," he added. "Want him back here ASAP."

"Understood, sir," she said quickly and then helped him walk to the bathroom. It didn't take long to get his damp gown off and she place him on the toilet in case he needed to further release himself.

He sat there and did release more urine into the bowl of as well as a bit of air. He was sure his face would be permanently stained red from all this he was glad he could get a bath after such an embarrassing event since he woke up. He remembered he asked for Mustang but not sure why he did such a thing but at the time it seemed like a good call.

The nurse helped him into the tub and told him the pull the chain on the wall if he needed help to get out. She put shampoo and soap next to him on a tray and left. It was about five minutes after she left that there was knock on the bathroom door.

"Um, yes," Ed said hesitantly and though he spoke softly he was surprised at how much the room echoed with his voice.

"You requested to see me, Fullmetal," was the voice of Roy Mustang.

"Come in, please forgive the nature of my appearance," he whispered softly.

Roy just barely heard the sound of Ed's voice and though the nurse had told him that Ed was taking a bath he was still blushing slightly at the idea of seeing the boy in a naked state of dress. "I understand." He said as he walked into the room. The lid of the toilet was now down and so he sat on it.

Ed was sitting in the tub laying back with his head resting on the edge of the tub. The nurse had turned off the water and pulled the curtain so only the upper part of Ed's shoulders and head was visible from Roy's seat. They both were grateful for that though Ed didn't know about it yet. Ed had a blush staining his cheeks. Roy had an idea as to what the blush was about.

"I can only see your head Ful…Ed," he explained. "What can I do for you?"

"I need help with physical exercises. I can barely walk on my own and I know I am going to be needing sensory training as well. Despite how well I am seem to be adjusting I am going to be honest with you, sir…I mean Roy, I am terrified of this blindness. I want to stay in the military but I know I need more help that I might be willing to admit. So before I go back to being the stubborn kid I always am I wanted to ask for help now. I know I could have asked you when I was in a less vulnerable state than this but well," He lifted his left arm to show just atrophied his arm muscles where. "I don't have much muscle mass left and I need to build it up again. I am not sure what Marcoh told you but I need more help than even he may understand and I WON'T ask Winry or Al for help in this matter."

"So if I understand correctly you are asking for help to get back to be fit to work with a lab and be self-sufficient while not asking anyone but me for help?" Roy asked to get clarification. "You also asked me here while you were in the tub so you could show me full extent of your weaknesses. I have to say I am shocked you would admit that much to me of all people." Roy really was shocked by Ed's admission of need help.

"I know you think it's strange for me to ask for help but even you have to admit that the circumstances are not really normal. I know I am severely limited here on options if I want to stay in the Military I have to prove I am capable to do most of my duties with little to no assistance. As a scientist I can't let my mind go soft just because of this limitation of sight. So my only real option is to ask you for help."

Roy sat there for a moment thinking of what he could do to help the young alchemist that he had come to think of like a little brother, as annoying and stubborn as he always was, he still was a good kid. 'Can I really still call him a kid after all this time and all he has been through over the years? Can he really be a child after all that?' Roy thought to himself before thinking more on what Ed had asked of him.

"Well I can offer as much help with at home training since you will be staying with me. I can do teaching you the alchemy for the blind as well. Well to the best of my own ability since you are far more advanced than I am. As for exercises I could ask Major Armstrong to assist you in that manner or Hawkeye. The other choice would be Falman for the exercise methods. I leave that part up to you. For the training in your sensory I would have to talk to Dr. Marcoh, with your permission about an occupational therapist that could help you with that kind of thing." Roy said. Then as an afterthought he added, "Dr. Marcoh, did say that this may temporary and could end up something goes away after a while. But I can help you with learning to cook and care for yourself at home and have the therapist come into the home to make it easier for you to get comfortable with doing things that are part of normal everyday life. If you would like." Roy offered then was silent while Ed thought about it.

Ed thought this over for a long time as he finally took the time to dunk himself under the water and managed to do alright with getting his breath held at the right time. However, when he was reaching for the shampoo Roy had to help him so he didn't knock the tray over. Ed cursed colorfully before sulking.

"Ed would you want some help getting your hair washed at least?" asked Roy with no hint of amusement or insult.

"I guess," Ed groused as he sulked in the water. He kept his eyes closed as Roy started to skillfully message his scalp and hair. "Have you done this before?" Ed asked before he could stop himself.

"Yes, I had to do this for a few…People in the past," he started to say women but he didn't want to insult the young man.

"Feels good. Thanks."

"Sure, want me to rinse it?"

"Please."

"Alright, tilt you head back as far as you can and still be comfortable, that way I don't get it in your eyes." He said as he gentle tilted Ed's head back and the young man do the rest while he used the only thing he had on hand to use. A small basin used for sponge baths. He filled it with some of the bath water and then slowly pulled it over Ed's head and then repeated until Ed's hair was completely clear of soap. "Alright, Ed your hair is clear," said Roy as he started to tilt Ed's head forward.

"Thanks," Ed said as he tried to reach of the body soap. He missed and accidently hit Roy in the upper thigh, "Shit, sorry."

"It's ok, here," he said as he handed Ed the wash cloth and some the soap. "If you like I wash your back."

"Oh um sure," was Ed's soft reply.

Roy careful washed his back shoulders and neck. "How are you doing Ed?" Roy asked concerned with how silent the young man was being. When he got no response, "Edward are you alright?"

"Huh," was Ed's sleepy.

"Hey now I am not washing all your body. You should not fall asleep in the tub. Come on get washed up and then I will help you get back to bed ok."

"'mkay," Ed mumbled as he quickly washed all the important parts of his body.

"You stay there for a second while I get you some clothes. DON'T fall asleep, Ed, that's and order Fullmetal. Understand," Roy commanded. Ed only nodded as he was focusing on his washing task. Roy was only gone a second since when he stepped out of the bathroom he found some clean clothes on the bed there for Ed already. It was his old clothing and a small letter from Hawkeye with read:

Sir,

Thought Ed would like these back. Nurse said that he could be released later today if he can hold down food. Stay with him I am working on your other project and will have it done by the time you get home. Don't worry your work can wait for today.

Hawkeye

'That woman is something else,' Roy thought as he took the clothes and towels back to the bathroom to help Ed out of the tub.

When he walked back in the room Ed sat in the tub that was now drained and was shivering from the coolness of being wet. Roy put the clothes on the counter next to the sink and set the towels on the toilet before reaching to help Ed stand up.

"You could have waited until I returned to drain the tub you know," Roy said before wrapping an oversized towel around the boy.

"To easy to fall asleep in warm water. Figured if I was cold I could stay awake, sir," Ed said in uncharacteristic expression of rank respect. "Sorry I mean Roy." He quickly corrected.

"Good thinking Ed, but let's get you dried and dressed. Oh and I have some good news for you. I can take you to my place today if you wish the doctor has no problem releasing you later today. So I was given your clothes you have normally worn. Sound good," Roy said as the young man before him shivered and chattered his teeth. Ed nodded his head and started to drop the towel. "Ed can you dry off first then you can start getting dressed. I know you should be able to do that much right?"

"'mkay."

Ed started to dry himself and only when he had almost fell did Roy offer help, which Ed accepted without hesitation. 'At least he understands his limits,' Roy thought to himself.

Roy helped him dry his hair and most of his body he left his more private area's to the young man. Once dried Roy put helped him get his underwear and pants one. They opted to leave off the belt for now.

"They will be bringing you something to eat soon. And Winry is still here. The doctor wants you to get some strength back, before you have the automail surgery." Roy said about 40 minutes later as he came back with some more water for Ed.

"That's ok I need to get use to one thing at a time I am guessing." Ed said this as more acknowledgement than anything else.

20 Minutes later

The meal arrived the included a soup, chicken noodle, crackers, and juice. He was told he needed to work his way up to more food so he didn't over stress his body. He was thankful for the small amount they gave him because he wasn't sure his stomach could have taken much more than that. It wasn't long after that that Winry came in to see him.

"Ed, I am glad you're doing well," she said. She sounded a bit shy and it slightly annoyed him.

"Besides being blind and back to one arm yeah I am just fine." He snapped.

"Oh sorry, I…"

"It fine, sorry I snapped at you. So anyway, you have to look at my detachment to see what all has to be replace with the new port for my arm right?"

"Yes, I will get a nurse to help me. I don't want to cause you any extra harm. If possible I want to get the port in before your arm is built. I know you have to adjust to a lot, I just want to help with some of the transition, if I am able too."

"I understand. Marcoh wants me to wait but I disagree."

"I can talk to him for you and I am sure that Colonel Mustang can talk to him as well." Winry said as she looked at the said man in question who stood and nodded.

"Yes I will go talk to him myself now. I think you getting set with the port would be for best considering the fact it takes time to heal and your missing arm has healed over the last month." He then left the room.

The nurse, who had come in thanks to the call button, helped Winry remove Ed's shirt and then Winry looked at the damaged area. "Surprisingly it was a clean amputation. Which means this isn't much worse than when you lost it before. So the surgery will be about the same as last time. I will have to do part of it while your awake of course, the first part is done with your asleep then we wake you for the nerve connection. This gets your port and the temporary port plug in place. I will take my time and create the custom arm and a matching leg to go with it. I figured you would need a replacement since you had not had any adjustments since two years ago before you left to come here." Winry explained.

"I understand and yeah I was going to take a couple days off with the weekend to have you do the maintenance I needed done but well. I guess that was nearly last month."

"Yeah," Winry said. "Would you want to get back into a hospital gown for this or something?" She asked trying to offer him help.

"No not yet. Don't want to jump the gun just yet," he said cautiously.

"I understand," Winry said, "Well how are you adjusting otherwise I know you have only been up for a few hours but I am glad you will here when Al comes back. He was worried when I called him in Xing. He wanted to come right away. Colonel Mustang said it would be a wasted trip to just sit in the hospital room for days on end. Besides Al had some important research that was just starting to come to bear when your accident happened. So we convinced him to stay until you woke up. Of course, Al had a few choice words to say about that but he relented after Mai Chang talked to him for a couple of minutes. He did make me swear to let him know right away when you woke up. Well, he will be here tomorrow evening." She said with a smile that she knew he could not see but could hear in her voice.

"I am glad. I feel like I was gone for a long time and have a lot to catch up on. I just want to get back to work and finish my own research and I don't want Al to stay too long because he needs to finish his as well." Ed said in a stern toned voice.

"I understand that too Edward, but just remember he was and still is worried about you."

"I know and I will try to put up with him for as long as possible."

"Good because I don't want to have to hit a blind man." She said with a laugh. Ed joined her with the laugh.

Meanwhile with Doctor Marcoh and Mustang

"Are you insane? Is he?" snapped Marcoh, "He has not had time to adjust to the blindness. I don't care how good he is at healing He would still have issue adjusting to so much at one time."

"I know but I agree and stand by Miss Rockbell and Ed's choice of putting in the port. The pain is very difficult to manage and he will be staying with me when he is released from here so his final care will be mine to deal with. He will not be getting the arm right away. He will need to have some physical therapy and occupational therapy as well. I will help with some of it and the rest will be handled with my team and a therapist, which he would like you recommendation of one what can help him get back on his feet the quickest." Roy stated matter of factly, which left little room as to what was needing to happen to make things transition quickly for his subordinate.

"I don't like this idea of yours but I know of one person who could do it," Marcoh said clearly upset with this turn of events. "You know them very well, and he works for you already," explained Marcoh. "Ask Jean Havoc to help you with his therapy. Jean learned quiet a lot after his temporary paralysis. I think he will do nicely also one of his sister's has a son who was blinded when he was about five years of age, much younger than Edward, but the skills are the same either way. He will need to learn to read braille and we will need to get him a braille typewriter for him to do his research. He will need a cane for when he walks alone or is allow at home. Also he will need to wear special glasses to protect the actual eyes from being damaged even if he can't see."

"Is there anything else he needs for while he is living with me?" Roy asked, "Anything I need to do to make things easier for him?"

"Yes, allow him to do thing on his own as much as possible, the reason is because he has to learn what he can do and how to modify things he is used to doing to a new way to help him deal with the loss of his sight. Some things we take for granted he has to learn to do all over again. He will be angry and he will get frustrated with the things he can't do anymore. He may even hurt himself at times trying to do things. But babying him will only make things worse in the end. He has to learn to do things in a new way to be able to be self-sufficient. Also listen to what he says, the word "can't" should not be allowed as much in terms of what he isn't able to do. He can do them just he has to do them differently that is where he will lose his temper more and may even become depressed when he finds new things he isn't able to do anymore. He should not be yelled at and you or someone else should not just do it for him. He needs to learn to do those things for himself in the new way. I hope that makes sense. Now there will be somethings he will never be able to do and those things you should help him with but don't do it in a way that makes him ashamed or depressed just offer to help him. If he wants to try to do it himself that is ok but supervise him so he isn't harmed." Marcoh explained though he sounded as though he was being very vague and repeating himself.

"I understand and should I just use my judgment call on everything until he is able to do things better on his own," Roy asked knowing how badly Ed wanted to be his old self again.

"Barring any complications in his condition he should be fine with your judgment just make sure he doesn't try to start cooking for a while. We don't want him being treated for major burns ok," Marcoh said with a chuckle.

"Ok," Roy said with a chuckle of his own. He headed back to Ed's room with new hope that the alchemist might one day be able to do all the things he use to do just in a different manner than before. 'One can only hope that nothing more will happen to this young man anytime soon.'

If only Roy had known what was going to happen just a few weeks later he might have changed how things would play out beforehand.

~~~Ok, wow, now that is a really long chapter! Sorry for the long wait but this chapter is so worth it. I am sure some of you will say this chapter was kind of rushed but I had a lot to put in here. I may make some edits later on after I have gone as far as I can on the story but for the time being this is what it is. I am planning to see if I can create some graphics for this one on Deviant Art but I am not much of a drawer so please bear with me as I work on the story and the art. Love ya all. More to come.