Thankyou, everyone, for sticking with me 'til teh end of this Longueur. (that's french. look it up on ninjawords(dot)com) I know this has been quite the ride, considering my whiny whimsy updates, and my inability to form coherant thoughts O.O
This is the first story I've ever completed, and I'm so proud of myself...
A special thankyou to all who've helped along the way:
Mortichai
The Curse of Forever
Fullmetal Epicness
Sathreal
Chris. I love you, man. I hope you're doing well up there(:
R.I.P. To my friend Jason, who helped with this story and kicked my ass when I slacked. I miss you, lovely, keep chris company(':
And to everyone who reviewed and critiqued. The marshmallows i roasted on all the flames were quite delicious(;
I love you guys so much! Look for fanart out in March! I should be done with it ALL by then, and I'll post it to my pro ^^
WARNING!: Sleeping kitty-edo, sad goodbyes, winry'sabitch, flashbacks, TCTHMHprologue references, and The End. I can almost promise people will hate me for the ending. I'm sorry, but in all seriousness, I'm not trying to please you(: this story is mine, I expect you guys to be mature about it, kay? Please no flames :D
For one last time... ONWARD(:
Sometimes he'd lay awake and contemplate ending his life. All he had to do was bite his tongue, or strangle himself with the chain that held him.
The thought of dying seemed beautiful to him, even when it seemed so low before.
...
He had stopped fighting it long ago.
Time beats faster than seconds... miliseconds... nanoseconds... All of it seems like hours compared to the speed of which time moves...
However... there are moments -rare moments- time slows, and you see everything around you, as if the world slowed it's turning to make the agony last just that bit longer, to make it worse... as if it could be any worse than it'd already been.
Let me make it perfectly clear to you; there is no such thing as perfection. No moment can be perfect, no person, no feeling, no situation, or even thought. Perfection is defined as the quality or state of being perfect or complete, so that nothing requisite is wanting; entire development; moral excellence; the highest attainable state of excellence; perfection in form or degree; a quality, endowment, or acquirement completely excellent; an ideal; faultlessness; especially, the divine attribute of complete excellence.
Perfection in itself is a parodox. An ideal is flimsy, untouchable... it is because of this perfection isn't real. What would be utter utopic to one could be hell to another...
It isn't a real word...
It isn't real...
It isn't real...
It's never real...
They lied to you...
They lied to everyone...
Themselves...
It isn't real...
There's no such thing as perfect, and don't delude yourself into thinking there is. Perfect isn't...
Just isn't.
Because it isn't real.
'Brother... please...'
Ed rocked. Back and forth. Back and forth. The smell of burnt flesh and hair littered the air and mixxed with the smell of blood. That sick, metallic smell that burned your nose and made your eyes water. It was hard to miss, but hard to notice.
Al watched his brother through the blur of tears and blood that had long ago seeped down to his eye. Funny, he didn't remember being cut... but it wasn't important.
He watched from his position slumped against the wall he'd landed on. So many thoughts flew through his head, but he only caught glimpses. No, all he understood was static, like his mind was a broken T.V. There was no thought.
Only seeing.
Only feeling.
Only crying.
Ed clutched and clawed against his chest, trying to get a grip on the golden fur that grew there. His heart hurt so much, he couldn't bear it. He would rip the damn thing out and stop hurting. No, he couldn't take this hurt. He couldn't deal with this any longer.
With a scream, roar, terrifying sound, Ed fell forward onto his hands and his burning skin tore, making way for fur. Yes, give control to another, the instinct, the animal. He would go rest, he couldn't bare the pain.
Couldn't bare those grey eyes. Those ugly grey eyes...
Those damned eyes!
Ed growled toward his brother, cold golden eyes sparking with what looked to be... and could only be described as raw hatred. Ed hated this man for all he made him feel, for hurting Auric, for daring to near his master, for talking to him like he was some ungodly child, for making him hurt, for... for everything, anything, nothing...
He wanted so badly to hurt this man, to hurt his 'brother'.
Ed laughed, or made a sound akin to laughter. The fear that floated around that thing, that boy, his brother. It was like honey, so sweet, so amazingly sweet. He wanted it, needed to feel this thing's blood running through the cracks in his teeth and pooling around under his paws. He would roll in this boy's remains and spend every minute doing so with laughter and happiness.
He'd kill this thing and revel in it's screams...
Al watched his brother turn into that beast once more, watched Ed glare at him with such cold hatred. It stung, so badly. Oh God, did it sting. That stare, those eyes, that hate... it was too much for him, he knew, but he couldn't turn away.
The thing, beast, his brother... started toward him, in that lazy way a stalking cat would walk. Ed didn't seem aware of his burning skin...
Al stood on shaky legs, looking over to where Auric held down the General. There was no help this time. It was him, and his brother.
No.
He couldn't.
Not Ed.
He could never...
He let his hands drop down to his sides and swing lazily. He wouldn't, he refused to hurt him, his brother, this beast... this thing that killed Havoc.
Ed was still there.
Right?
He'd deny it.
To the very end, he would believe this to be his brother.
Until he stopped breathing, he still atleast had Ed.
He wasn't alone.
He had him, he had Ed.
(AN: I was SO going to stop it righ there, but i feel like this isn't enough. count yourselves luckeh ;))
Ed winced as the burning ache increased. It was hard for him to breathe, hard to see, his vision shifting. He need to do this quickly.
The ache became pain, and that to unbearable, blinding, tearing, seething, enveloping, white burning Agony. He screamed, roared, bellowed his agony to the ceiling, and through that toward the sky. The burning skin that encompassed him began to bubble with heat, adding to the blinding pain.
No.
He had to finish this.
He still had to laugh as he shredded this thing.
His brother.
He rose to his feet, not without difficulty, and crept toward those ugly grey eyes. Said eyes widened, and the thing that held them backed away, into a wall. Ed smiled, nows his chance.
Go for it.
Kill the damned thing.
It was getting harder to breathe, barely any air came through his lungs. But it was enough. It had to be enough. He ran now, toward those large, fearful eyes. the bubbling increased, his skin melting with the heat. You could see bone, and muscle, and rotted flesh. It was disgusting. The skin on his face started to slowly burn away, leaving his righ teye and that entire cheek and part of his mouth gone. Al couldn't understand how he was still going.
But Ed had to.
To kill this thing.
He neared his victim. Yes, finally. A giant scream, roar, bellow of raw hatred and loathing and despise and everything, nothing, something... anything.
And time stopped.
Those rare moments, so very few. Everything slows down so you can witness it step by step.
Step.
By.
Step.
Each seconds lasts a minute, and each minute, an hour. Hours go for days, and those themselves, years. When time stops, A lifetime is trapped in a moment. And this...
It was such a horrible moment.
It was as if Al could see everything, but still could see nothing.
He saw his brother rush toward him, saw everything through the blur his tears had created. He saw as his brother lifted his claws and pushed them toward Al's face...
But he never felt that rush, his claws.
Instead he heard a scream, roar, bellow. His eyes had shut without his prior knowledge, but he was so scared.
So scared...
...to open them that he couldn't. He felt something warm dripping down his face, coating it and his chest. It was thick and smelled metallic. The smell burned his nose and made his eyes water.
A cry, so much pain, so much, echoed through the room. He knew that voice.
It was Auric.
Why was he crying? Hadn't Al died? Killed by him. By his brother.
Al took his time, opening his eyes, blinking away the blur... and he stopped breathing,
stopped moving,
stopped thinking,
stopped existing.
In front of him lay a splattered mocking outline of golden fur and flesh. It sat halfway on his lap... and on his face... and scattered about the floor. Blood ran down his face and arms and chest and lap and accross teh floor.
Everywhere.
His brother was everywhere.
It took a moment, to register that is. For Al to understand what coated every inch of his skin. The splatter that had followed that scream, roar, bellow... had been his brother.
And then it clicked.
Al knew.
Seconds passed... a lifetime. His breathing stopped, his heartbeat sped, his tears poured freely, if not absently.
And Al screamed.
...
well then xD
FEAR NAWT! THERE IS AN EPILOGUE! God, i told you atleast one of you would hate me^^
props to Mori for not skinning me alive :D? (hopeful)
anywho, look forward to the conclusion, it shouldn't take long...
hey fullmetal epicness, you remember what i said, right?
You're in teh epilogue, lovely ;)
DON'T MISS IT!
