A Brother's Memories
A/N: I'm sorry this story was so short, but I had no ideas for it, this was literally written on whatever floated to the top of my head as I typed. Plus I don't really like writing about Al because I'm not very good at it.
Chapter 3: End
It had taken another 4 months, but had found them. Envy and Tucker were hiding in some little town that didn't even warrant a name on the map. He wouldn't have a hard time finding it though, because it was somewhat close to Central. Al just planned on taking a train to Central and walking the rest of the way.
Right now he was relaxing in the seat and watching the scenery flash by and the train moved steadily onward. A vendor came by and asked if he needed anything. Al shook his head "no" and turned his attention back to the window. He hadn't spoken a word to anyone since he stepped onto the train.
When he finally made it to Central he was glad he was walking, sitting still that long in those seats and made him stiff and sore. Grabbing his suitcase he jumped off the train and hurried his way into the center of the big city. Taking a left he continued on until he saw a fork in the road, usually people took a right to get to another big city but he took the left heading towards Tucker and Envy.
He had ran almost the entire way, so eager to find them and get the soreness out of his legs; he was a mile from the town when he slowed down to a walk. The last thing he wanted was to draw attention to him, he was just wander in pretending to be passing through kill the two men then leave, and this job certainly didn't require people to remember you.
After asking very few people even fewer questions he found out where it was exactly Tucker and Envy were staying. "This is it Brother! It's finally going to be all over" he muttered to himself as he knocked on the door of the house. Tucker answered and Al shot him before he had a chance to say anything. Hearing the gunshot Envy came running and Al shot him too. But not before Envy had a chance to throw a knife that he was holding.
Sinking to the ground he lifted up a hand and pulled the knife out of his chest. "I told you Brother. It's all over" as more and more blood poured from the wound more and more of Al's life drained away. Until finally his eyes closed, and when he opened them again he was standing right next to his brother. They were both running, jumping they landed right into their mother's arms. "Now where have you two been?" she asked as she hugged them.