Chapter 8: Fear


The night was quiet, the house was calm and the sun had set bellow the horizon hours ago. The silence was broken by the crash of a plate form down stairs. Ed and Winry sat up in a fright.

"What was that?" Winry gasped in terror.

"I'll go check it out." Ed said.

Ed got from bed and grabbed his shotgun. He disappeared into the dark hallway closing the door behind him. Ed put his hand on the wall to guide himself down the hall. When he reached the stairs he saw lights coming from bellow. He crept ever so quietly down the stairs as not to alert the intruder. Lights came from the kitchen and Ed could here the angry mutters of the intruder. Ed put his back to the wall on the other side of the doorway. Ed then spun into the kitchen pointing his gun at the intruder.

"Freeze scumbag!" Ed yelled.

"Don't shoot!" Screamed a familiar voice.

As Ed's eyes adjusted to the light he could start to recognize the sandy hair of his brother.

"Al? What the hell are you doing scaring the shit out of me and Winry?" Ed stammered.

Ed looked at the floor where he saw the smashed plate with what looked like at one point in time was Winry's apple pie.

"I got hungry and I knew that there was pie in the fridge, but I dropped the plate."

"Ah, whatever Al just clean it up and go back to bed."

"OK."

Ed started back up the stairs and he could hear Al transmute the plate back together. Ed stumbled back into his room and put the gun back.

"What happened? Is everything alright?" Winry fretted.

"Yeah everything's alright Al just broke a plate. I about made him shit himself too." Ed chuckled.

"OK."

"Go back to sleep Winry there's no reason to worry, I'm here."

With those calming words Ed and Winry fell asleep. Al washed the dish he used to eat his pie and turned the light off as scurried up the stairs.


A/N Yes, I know that this is not one of my longest chapters but i thought it needed a short and funny chapter.