Okay here's chapter 7! I can't believe I'm at chapter seven already! But alas the story must end soon. BUT there will be a part 2! Why I can't put both in one, because I'm lazy and am using it for an excuse to take a writing break. Suddenly is an awesome word, I havn't used it once in this story. Lets see how many times I can use it. So with that in mind here we go!

Chapter 7

"Nisan! NISAN DON'T DIE PLEASE!" Al yelled as the doctors and nurses wheeled Ed down the hallway into surgery. Ed had been doing great had had a great attitude and was really doing well. Suddenly Ed just was going downhill everything was getting worse. Ed had slipped back into a coma, when he woke up he was coughing up blood and couldn't breathe. The doctors and nurses calmed him down and managed to ex-ray his brain and entire body. The doctor told Al that his brother was suffering from a tumour lodged in his head right where the memory was stored. They had asked Ed and Al if they wished to go through with the procedure, since Ed could lose his memory. They had decided not to go through with the surgery, but that failed when this morning Ed forgot how to breathe, then a few hours ago forgot how speak, and now he forgot how to move. In other words Ed had to go into surgery, he hadn't a choice.

The nurse informed Al that he couldn't go any further and Al complied reluctantly. "Ed, Nisan don't you die, Don't you forget me! I'll fucking kill you if you forget me Ed! I swear I will!" Al yelled after his brother. Tears pouring down his face. Suddenly Al felt like the entire world decided to sit on his shoulder's. He sat down in the middle of the hall and prayed. He never thought in a million years he would pray tothat sick bastard who tore his whole world apart, but he did. He prayed because that sick fuck was the last thing standing between him and his brothers happiness, the last thing that could save his brother, the only thing with the power to keep Ed's memories of him there, to save him and not let him leave. Al prayed

"Dear God,

Please find it in your heart to keep my brothers memories with him. Please don't be a fucking Tart and take him away from me again. Please make him better, and healthy again. I need him, you see, you know how much I need him. PLEASE don't take my love away from me. He's all I have left in this world. God if only this once you could get off your fat lazy, peive of shit ass and answer my prayer, I would be forever grateful.

Amen.

P.S. If you kill him I swear I'll fucking come up there a beat the shit out of you with your own GOD DAMN HALO! Amen"

Al sobbed and sobbed. He knew his brother was stronger, that he didn't need help from some god but he really needed something, someone to lean on, to have faith in. Right now God weather he cares or not was the only thing or person he had. Al hated that he gave so much faith in this God of his, he knew he was real he saw him, but he hated him, hated everything, and didn't want anything to do with him. Praying to him wasn't the greatest thing in his eyes but he needed it.

Al went home that night, to wear his brother was living. The same empty room ,in the same boring hotel. He slept soundly despite everything. Before he fell asleep I strange chill ran up his spine. Something Bad was stirring.

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