Disclaimer ~ I do not own anything except for my OC, Reverie Edens. If I had own FMA, I would have been very happy but FMA belongs to its genius creator, Hiromu Arakawa. All hail.

A/N

Sigh... Today school reopens... I don't like doing homework or staying after school hours only to receive more homework.

I am updating today as a present to the people who had been visiting this story. THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT!

Note - sorry for the chap mix up at chap 3. I think I fixed it already.

enjoy and R&R if you want to

OH! I also update chap 1.

7. Let It All Out, Steel Heart Cracking.

It's now or never.

Fear and adrenaline coursed through her veins as she lunged at the murderer. The broken knife kept inching closer and closer towards her and it reminded her of something in the past. It was the time when she was training under Alric. A very long time ago.

Edward stared in horror as the girl lunged at the madman, her dagger shinning in a small flash of lights. Her long raven hair fluttered behind like a tornado. He watched and couldn't move as Barry laughed and slashed at her. Get away. Get away. Get away from him! He didn't shut his eye as the blade of the broken knife imbedded itself into her shoulder, blood splashed out from her wound but she refused to cry out. It was excruciating but she had been through worse.

"REVERIE!" Ed yelled out.

"What's this?" Barry looked down and saw a the dagger pointed at his jugular.

Reverie remained expressionless as if the pain was nothing to her but she was dying internally. It's painful but its worth it. In a split second before she threw her blade and caught it with her toes which is now positioned in a way that could end the murderer's life.One slit and Barry will be no more. She dared to do it. She had killed countless before although this would be her first time killing a human.

That was no the problem.

There was however a problem with the position she was currently in. Well, actually two problems. One, if she were to lose her balance or her legs were to give way, her life would end and Barry would join her in the afterlife. Two, if Barry were to remove his blade, she would die and most probably end his life or miss. Whichever happens, it doesn't sound good to her at all.

"Surrender now," She spoke, her voice was cold like the blizzard

"HahahhahaahhahHAHHAHAH!" Barry laughed maniacally "Why should I? I enjoy chopping people up so much."

I can't hold on any longer. Her legs were shaking, her ankles were protesting and she was losing a large amount of blood. She had forgotten that she was in the real world now. She could die like a mortal without the protection of the gate. And if she die, she would fade and Enma would be left alone. Alone. And if that happens, she would have broken her promise with Alric, her teacher, her mentor and her friend.

Alric, If I don't survive, I'm sorry.

I need to do something. Anything! Ed yelled at himself as he watched her. It was evident that she couldn't last any longer. Her legs was unsteady and she was losing a lot of blood from the wounds around her waist and her shoulder. He winced at the thought that she might have dislocated it... In any case, he could see the weariness in her eyes although her expression remained neutral. She won't hold out any longer. He knew that he needed to act fast.

Ed pulled himself together.

His eyes widen as he watched Barry pulled out the knife without a care and Reverie was thrown back but not before she seize the chance to slash at his chest. Barry was crackling with laughter for the wound she inflicted was not deep due to her loss of momentum. This isn't good. Reverie's body collided with Winry's and the were both sent to the ground. Barry laughed and licked the bloodied blade and approached the two girls. His eyes filled with madness. He lifted the broken butcher knife and...

Not on my watch! Mustering his courage, he stood up, ignoring the blood oozing out of the slash wounds on his arm and ran towards the crazed man and chopped off his blade with his transmuted automail blade.

"You bastard!" Ed was about to bring his blade down onto Barry when a hand landed on his shoulders sending his panic to ricochet off the charts.

"Brother stop!"

Ed turned and slashed a familiar armor. His eyes widen and he froze as he watch Al traced the armor's scar that he had inflicted onto him. I slashed my brother... I could've killed him. Guilt washed over him as he ignored the military officers that rushed in to apprehend Barry. Ed couldn't find himself to care. All that matters to him now was the guilt. He was close to becoming a murderer. If Al hadn't stop him, he would have committed a sin that he would regret for the rest of his life. It was something that he would never want to ber

"It will," Al spoke, his voice sympathetic and slightly hurt "Take more than that to kill me brother."

At that moment, Ed fell into pieces and broke down. I'm safe. I'm finally safe!

"After all," Ed held his head in his hands "We're just human. Insignificant humans that couldn't even save a little girl."

Reverie watched as Winry let a tear streaked down her face at the touching scene and as much as she would love to have done the same, she can't. She can't cry over something like this because she knows that shedding tears will not change anything. It seems that I did not change anything after all. She wasn't sure if she should be happy or sad. She was happy that she did not stop them from their roads but at the same time she felt really sad that she couldn't shield them from this bad experience.

But it is not my place...

She knew that and furthermore, experiences and memories were ingredients that made the humans what they were. She has little of experience and none of her memories. She couldn't remember a thing that happened before she woke up from within the gate. For now, she was like a blank canvas devoid of anything except for shades of red. The colour of her sin.

She almost did it again. She almost killed someone out of desperation. She looked down at her palm unable to look up. The mere thought of it had brought her mood crashing down. At first, she was just afraid but now, she felt depressed. She said that she hated killing and yet she had committed the act so many times and so if anybody calls her a murderer, she would accept it. To her, it was the truth. I'm not so different from Barry after all. She felt disgusted at herself.

She let the medic treat her wounds not even wincing as the man cleaned her scars with antiseptic. She was too deep in her thoughts to notice the medics and officers saluting to a dark haired man with glasses as he approached her.

"And who might this be?" She was brought out of her thoughts and self loathing by a voice filled with authority.

Looking up, she met with a pair of hazel eyes. She stared at the man in the standard military uniform, his face was framed with a scruffy beard and a spiky hair. His usual jovial smile was not present on his face as he stared down at her. His eyes did not held any suspicion just a hint of wariness. Maes Hughes. The man that would die the moment he had found out about the conspiracy and he would leave behind a mourning widow and a bubbly young girl which he had adore so much. And yet, it was his death that sets things into motion.

"Reverie," She spoke loud enough for the male to hear.

"No, last name?"

Not that I remember of "No, just Reverie."

"May I ask you what you're doing here miss?"

"Stop interrogating her, Major!" Ed yelled out "She's with us!

"Lieutenant Colonel!" Hughes rebuked once more emphasizing his new title.

"Is that so," Maes had a thoughtful look on his face as he stuck his hands in his pockets "Would you like to look at the pictures of my cute daughter, Elicia? Oh,oh, oh! Here's some of my sweet wife Gracia. Aren't they cute?"

Reverie sweat dropped animatedly as Hughes broke into a goofy grin and bombard her with photos of his precious family. If it was anyone else, they would have brushed him off and scold him for being obsessive but Reverie was not one of the other people. Even more, she knew what will happen to this kind man in front of her that would welcome anyone with open arms.

She held the pictures that were shoved into her hands, her hair covered her bangs,"Yes, you have...a lovely family.."

Hughes watched worriedly at the girl's strange reaction and nearly jumped when he caught sight of a tear falling onto his photos. What did I do?

It was like the dam had broken. Reverie sobbed as all the post-traumatic stress from the last few days had caught up and crashed upon her, the tears kept flowing from her eyes without any signs of stopping but she made no movement to wiped them away. Her nose feels congested and she was positive that her nose was red too. She did not want them to see her like this so she hid behind her hair like it was a curtain.

She hated humans when they fight. They did not know that they were the lucky ones. They had memories, they had a family who loved them and people that they can remember. And yet... they would throw it all away without a second thought to go to war. She had none of those except for Enma and Alric. Her life was filled with constant blood and she could do nothing but kill just to survive. She couldn't remember her past and she wasn't sure if she wanted to.

This man, Maes Hughes, was a good man and yet he was forced to depart from his loved ones.

"Hey are you alright?" Maes asked and the Elric brothers watched her along with Winry.

She remained silent and continued to let the silent tears fall. I really am pathetic. A medic approached the Elric brothers and took out his kit to tend to Ed's wounds.

"WHO YOU CALLING SHORT THAT HE CAN"T EVEN RIDE A HORSE JUST BECAUSE HE DON"T DRINK MILK?!" Ed was on a rampage and everyone knew that someone called the older Elric brother short.

"I DIDN"T SAY THAT...,SIR!" The Medic protested "I say that you're going to become shorter if you don't consume calcium, SIR."

"I REFUSE TO DRINK THAT ABOMINATION AND-"

Ed was about to continue when a loud tinkling laughter that was stuck in between sorrow and happiness caught their attention. They turned and stared at the girl who was crying silently moments before. She was now laughing, tears streaked down her face that was a contrast to her current expression.

Reverie felt as if she was drowning in a vast ocean as she laughed. She was in a mess and she was sure that she looked like she was insane crying and laughing at the same time. She felt all her worries, guilt and stress slowly melted away like a Birthday candle as strained laughter came from her lips. She knew that she will never be okay. The way she was acting now was like a broken doll.

But even a broken doll can be fixed...

She wasn't alright but she had never felt better in all the time she had awoken alone in darkness. She knew that she would survive even if her sanity threatens to break on her. She did something that surprise everyone including her own self. She had never did it in a long time.

She smiled.

A/N

DONE! I finally got her stress out of the ways so she can act more like her true self.. That's right, this Reverie is a Reverie under trauma and stress, a dangerous combination. Now, that's out of the way, she was going to have to work even harder in the next chapter.

Next!

DUNDUNDUNNNNNFlame Alchemist ~ROY MuSTANG~

"How come there are no records of you?"

"I don't trust you,"

"I don't trust myself,"

STAY TUNE! ( Why do I sound like a broken TV?)

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It previews whatever that might come next and well, its for show in case I want to draw Reverie or whatever :)

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