::Schmerz und Panik::

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Alphonse walked into his room throwing his coat on a chair next to his bed and sitting on his bed. He let his head fall into his hands as he sat feeling horrible. He had thought that his brother would be happy to see him, and Al thought that he would be happy to see his brother. It didn't seem to turn out that way as he leaned back lying on his bed. He stared at the bunk above his. No mattress shown over him now from where his last roommate had stayed. Now it was just a clear empty space.

Tears began to come to him as he remembered the pained look his brother gave him as he was forced with his life to beat him. Had the warden known that it was his brother who he had beaten, the warden would have laughed and probably forced him to kill him. Al turned over facing the wall across the room feeling selfish. That's when Edward's eyes finally flashed in his mind letting him almost quake in fear. Those eyes of his brother were no longer the pure gold that shinned before; instead they looked as if they had been forced to try to turn blue. The colors were similar to what it would look like if you spread blue, green, and yellow food dyes in cold water. The multi colored shimmer in them struck fear in him. He wondered what had caused that than he remembered a series of experiments that had previously gone on when he first arrived at the camps. He had heard the results to be drastic and the statistics of those who died and those who survived and were not functional as a result of the experiments. There were few who survived and Al was grateful that his brother was among them, but he was not glad for what they did to him.

He stood up and threw the whip he had remembered was at his belt across the room along with other weapons and even his gun. The gun was a mistake though as he finally remembered the safety was off after he threw it and a gunshot fired loudly in the room. It was ironic that the gun would make the shot right towards him as if getting him back for some unforeseen sin that he had done. He felt the pain before he even noticed what had gone on and cried out in shock as he stared at where the bullet hit him. He would have not been so terrified if he were anywhere but here, but seeing where the shot had landed he was sure that they would try and throw him in the camps of kill him. He held his shoulder tightly where the wound inflicted by the bullet was and rummaged around for something to cover it with. It was only than that he noticed sounds coming towards his room and alarmed screams that he began to panic. The wound wasn't serious and he knew that, but if they found out he was injured he was doomed.

Alphonse looked around seeing no blood droppings anywhere in view of spectators who might come in and investigate. He quickly put on a sweater and a jacket over that to cover where he was hit by the shot and was thankful that the bullet went strait through.' I'll have to find that bullet later' he thought as a man opened the door. Alphonse saluted immediately ignoring the searing pain that struck him hard as he did so.

"Good day to you sir." Alphonse responded quickly hiding any pain in his voice.

The warden who had come in nodded.

"You too." He murmured and looked around.

"Did you happen to hear any gun shots?" he asked rounding on Alphonse after he took a moment to look around.

"N-No sir." Alphonse said cursing himself silently for his stutter. He hoped that the warden did not notice and he was quite thankful that he had not.

The warden nodded and shrugged.

"Ah well carry on."

"Thank you sir." Alphonse responded and watched as the man left. Alphonse quickly closed the door behind the man and locked it. He looked around looking for anything he could use to help close his wound. He cringed at what he saw before him and sighed as he knew it was the only way. Alphonse slowly made his way towards the fire place and began to make a fire. He watched as the flames roared to life and he felt comforted by there warmth but still he felt the hallow-gaping wound and reminded himself. He of course, could not let himself bleed to death.

He pulled out a metal rod used to move the firewood and brought it towards him. The red hot end made him shiver as he brought it closer to him and to his bare skin where he had been shit. It still continued to bleed. He brought the rod up to his shoulder only to cry out in agony was it sizzled his skin. He knew better than to cry out so loud and muffled his screams by biting his shirt, but than he remembered his brothers eyes and the pain that he must have endured when Alphonse was forced to strike him, and he calmed down knowing that this pain he was enduring now was nothing to what his brother had before.

Edward looked up and groaned knowing that the next day would be a drag. He would have to see his brother again and he did not want to face what he had irefully before. He sighed trying to forget that event ever happened. He had hoped it just a bad dream before, but than as the soon to be scars on his back reminded him he grew angry about the entire matter. He turned to look at the others he worked with. He had began to know some of them and tried not to carry on long conversations with them. He knew they tried to do the same. If you were to know someone well it normally turned out painfully when you had to watch them get killed. He did not want that experience.

Edward sighed as he noticed a loud commotion come from the warden's house and the other officer and sentry houses. It seemed that something had happened as he watched a few soldiers report to the warden. He barely over heard there voices and froze when he did.

"Sir!!" one of the soldiers screamed loudly over the barren grounds.

"It seems that a gunshot was fired sir, but we do not seem to be able to find a body."

The warden frowned.

"Be on the look out, I'll check Sergeant Alphonse's quarters you check the others."

The soldier nodded and went on his way. The warden turned around facing the group of them and making Edward shiver. He looked away as quickly as he could even though he could not see the man's face. He hoped that he was not looking at him. He also hoped that the gunshot fired was not anything to do with Alphonse and went on his way. He may be mad at him for what he did, but was sure not in any mood to hate him.

Alphonse did not know half of what happened, but he remembered the pain in his shoulder and the searing hot fire on his skin quite well. He woke up only to find himself on the floor before the fire holding the metal rod he used to burn his wound shut. He quickly let go of the thing and stood up cringing in pain from his shoulder and looking around flustered. He hoped nobody had seen him during the time he was passed out.

He sighed seeing no evidence of anyone watching him and began to scrub off the dried blood on his arm and shoulder, and clothe himself with a new shirt. He noticed that soon the pain in his arm would get in the way of his actions, but as he looked himself in the mirror he sighed knowing that if he went out for lunch now, they would notice how pale he was. He decided to settle in for the afternoon and take a nap in the meantime. His shift was not for a few hours anyways. He looked around to see if anything was out of order and or would give evidence that he was injured. Lying down after checking the place over, he appreciated the soft pillow and warm blanket. Getting comfortable he stared at the bunk that was once a mattress above him, but now an empty slot. Eyes half lidded with sleep he listened to the dying fire and felt the throbbing of his shoulder. Later he was sure he would be fine, at least he hoped. With a last dizzied thought he closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep. He would sleep his pain away and hopefully feel much better soon.

((Translation to title: Pain and Panic))

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