A/N: Happy Halloween! I'm sorry for not posting or anything for so long. I've not only been sick, but I've had to take care of my family who got sick after me. I'm very sorry. I truly am. Anyway, uh, enjoy?

The room was still save for the buzzing sound of his computer.

His hand hovered over the keyboard as he stared at the website, just wondering what exactly he should put in the search bar. The picture of the boy sat on the desk, beside his other hand. A sigh passed his lips before he typed in the name of his lover, the name that was written on the picture.

Millions of search results popped up, it overwhelmed his onyx eyes. He scrolled down, reading each result.

Edward E.'s tanning salon

The Elrics by Edward Sullivan

Many results were like this and made the teen want to attack his computer. None of these sites were telling him anything he needed to know. And that's when it hit him. His fingers danced across the keyboard, hitting the certain keys that would help him find what he needed. Unfortunately, a search for 'Edward Elric, Madman Hill' came up with no results. He scratched his head, trying to remember the true name of the asylum on the hill.

Once the name came to him, he pounded the keys in.

Edward Elric, Rayman Hill Asylum.

One result sparked his attention.

He sat on his bed, looking at the ceiling. The blonde stayed like this for what seemed like days until he finally sat up, taking his prosthetic off and placing it on the chair beside his bed.

Sighing, he laid back down and replayed the incident over in his head. Why were his parents so hesitant?

"Brother..."

The voice made him jump, sending shivers down his spin. That voice...it belonged to the boy in his dream. The boy that was nice, the one that actually cared. His little brother.

Edward looked around, trying to find the source of where the voice could have come from. His window was shut tight and his door was locked. His closet was open and clearly no one was inside. He was completely alone.

"Big brother..." The voice said once more.

It sounded like the boy was right next to him, speaking right into his ear. He shook, looking all around him. He was alone, right? He was alone with just his thoughts. Sitting up in his bed, he looked into the mirror that sat above his desk. And there he was, the boy from his dreams. He wore a plain shirt like he always did, his brown hair sweeping to the side. His amber eyes set into his gold and he smiled, sending shivers up Ed's spine.

"Please, Brother." He pleaded. "Find me."

Looking around the room once more, he tried to find exactly what was giving off the reflection. Who was in his room? But when he turned back to the mirror, the boy was gone. He stood up and walked over to it, completely looking it over. Maybe his parents were trying to trick him. He smiled, waiting for them to jump out from under the bed or rush in from the hallway, laughing. Minutes turned to an hour as he waited, but they never came. Had he truly gone insane? With a deep sigh, he slipped out of his pajamas and crawled into his jeans, threw on his shoes, and walked out the front door. That boy...he looked like the doll he had seen earlier.

Maybe all he had to do was get that doll back to it's owner. Maybe then, the boy would be at peace.

A/N: I promise the next chapter will be longer. I had to write this quick because this is the only free time I have right now. Everyone is sleeping. Anyway, yeah. I'll write more tomorrow if they are all feeling better. Again, I am very sorry for being gone so long.