A/N: Thanks to my reviewers, counting me, I will put the last chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own FMA or it's anythings. :3
"Fine, I'll go to Uncle Mustang, but I'm not gonna like it!" My eyes snapped open, and I stared at the vaulted ceiling above me. I was back in the old apartment, holding Shelby's bear, the one she couldn't live without. "I'm scared to be all alone." Closing my eyes, I rubbing my forehead and sat up. My hands were trembling like little leaves, and my head was throbbing.
"I'm sorry, Shelby." I whispered, grabbing a glass of water and leaning, hunched over the counter like some kind of drunk. "Forgive me."
"Say what you will, Ally. It's stupid." Looking over, I took a rather long gulp of water, listening as my heart fluttered like a baby bird.
"I won't let them hurt you. Just let me get brother, he'll come, he has to."
"He won't come back." Her voice was everywhere.
That night I lay in bed, listening to the chatter of two souls, in different worlds, chatting away all night long. So, Shelby wasn't dead just yet, her spirit was unattatched, along with Edward's, who must be the second ghost in the room tonight.
"He misses you."
"I can't come home."
"You've got to. He could waste away without you."
"I can't come home."
"You can't say that!"
"I can, and I am. I can't come home."
"You've got to come home."
"I'm sorry, Shelby."
"You have to save me. I'm scared to be all alone. You have to help me."
"I'm sorry."
Slowly, the voices dispersed into the air, seeming farther and farther apart with every word. Shelby and I needed Edward, and Shelby needed him the most, being stuck as a hostage in some creepy mans home and all. "I won't let them hurt you." I whispered, closing my eyes.
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"We gots the perfect place fer ya, girly. Ain't no one gonna find ya here. Not even yer lil guy friend." The man spat, sitting down next to me and patting my head once again with his dirty, brown hand. I cringed away, and he grabbed my knotted hair in his fist, tugging me back. "Shh, girly, my friends gonna take good care of ya. Dun give her no trouble, or I'll be the first ta know!"
"Yes sir." I mumbled, watching him stand straight and walk out the door. I'd been through so much this past few days. So much for saving myself for that special guy, now that was all over and done with, and the abuse would be scarce if I was a good girl. Well, what he considered a good girl.
"Hello!" I heard a melodic woman's voice call down the steps as she slipped down the stairs to the basement where I was hidden. She was as light as a feather and carried herself more professionally than a cat! Her hair was waist long and a dark black-brown color, her eyes a bright blue with the smallest pupils ever. "I'm Miss. Conolly. How old are you, sweetie?"
"I'm Shelby Elric... I don't remember anymore." She frowned at me, my eyes were half closed and I looked disoriented. It was probably all of those beatings to the head. But, of course, she had no idea any of this.
"Horst told me all about the ordeal with those boys out in the street. Don't worry, you have a home now." My eyes opened up a bit further, one of them swollen shut from a hit, and the other just tired and dizzy.
"Boys... yes... of course, those boys." I lied, quicker than I'd ever lied before. "I remember them. They were so mean to me." I couldn't help feeling closer to this woman than ever before, and I carefully wrapped my arms around her neck and allowed her to pick me up and carry me into her house. She took me and washed me up, then carried me to a guest room and set me down for some 'much needed rest.'
"The soldiers will be back to get you tomorrow. Your only staying nights with me, sweetie." She told me, smiling. "They'll take care of you."
Staring at her, I slowly shook me head. "You'll never understand…" I whispered, as she rose from my new bed and sauntered off out the door. "never."
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Al watched the window helplessly, wishing he could see the nice family walk out again. Possibly to see something Shelby may miss in her absence. Trying to see what it was that she saw in them in the first place. It was the middle of the night, so he wasn't expecting to see any member of the family any time soon, but suddenly a big, bulky man stomped out of the house. "I'm tired of all this crap, Jeanette." Al heard him say, in a large, rumbling voice. The small woman, the mother of the children, dashed out after him and touched his large arm.
"Then don't come back." She said, turning and going inside and slamming the door behind her. Al flinched, and his smile turned to a frown. Shelby would come back to no more happy families.
"I have to get Edward." He said, rising from his chair. "I have to." He turned and dashed out the front door, never to be seen by Central again.
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Edward spun around at the sound of the gun, and his jaw dropped. "A-Al…" The gun was lying in the old man's limp hand. His eyes were closed, and there was blood; sprayed all over the wall from the gruesome head wound. He wanted more than anything to run to his beloved brother's side, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He had to keep going, but that was when Callie chose to walk out into the hallway.
"Gran--" Her curious expression turned into a look of fear and shock. Running to the phone, Edward watched her dial a short number and stand still for a moment, shaking harder than a leaf. Edward chose this time to race out the front door, and he kept running and running until he got a small idea of what he needed to do to get home.
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"What's wrong, Edward?"
"I want to go home."
"Do you now?"
"...Yes."
"Why do you want to go home, Edward?"
"I have to fix something."
"Is something broken?"
"Everything. My life. My soul."
"Go home, Edward."
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We were sitting together in a rather large, warm puddle of blood, and I carefully lay my head against the crook of Al's elbow. Opening my eyes slowly, Al gently pulled me up against him and cried into my chest. "Al..." I whispered. "It's alright." I couldn't seem to get my voice out correctly, so I settled for a slight whisper, but it was enough for Al to move away from me and smile.
"Brother? You're okay?" I nodded carefully, not believing it myself.
"It hurts a lot...." I said, while the hospital men came in and put me up on a stretcher. One of the hospital men leaned over me, checked my vitals and told something to Al that sounded like, 'Come in an hour or so.' Then they carried me off into a car. After a while of driving, and them checking every bit of me that was possible, they pulled me out and dragged me into a rather large, white building and sent me to a room in the ICU, to be wrapped up and watched carefully.
An hour later, Al came in to the room and put a hand on mine. "Brother, I was so scared you were dead." His teeth were chattering, and his hands were shaking, but I reached over and snatched his hand tightly in my own.
"I had the worst dream, Al. You and Shelby... you two died. First Shelby, then you came to find me, and I was in England or something. You stayed for decades before you finally saw me, and then you shot yourself, Al... You killed yourself."
That's when Envy decided to reveal himself, it wasn't truly Al at all. "That wasn't a dream, Edward Elric. It was all real."
My eyes went wide as I pulled my hand away from him. "What?" I sat up quickly and Al grabbed my arm.
"Brother, you're going to hurt yourself." Shivering, I lay back down. I could have sworn I just saw Envy, but no one was in the room. Just me and Alphonse.
"Al, I'm scared." I whispered, three times before I could shut myself up. Al held me in his arms and smiled.
"It's okay now. I'll never have to go find you because you're here."
"Where's Shelby?"
"She's at home."
"Can we go see her?"
"Yes, brother." He stood up, grabbing my hand, and we walked out the doors from the hospital and towards the train station.
To this day, I still remember walking out those doors. We made it home, but Shelby wasn't there. Mustang said she'd freaked out during the night and run away. I remember searching all over for her, and not finding a single person who even knew who Shelby was besides Mustang, Al and I. I remember us going to the apartment, lost in thought, as I told him the story of England and my escape.
I guess it's a lie when they say someone will come to rescue you. I sit here, my own child in my hands, born from that nasty soldier and his ways. I'm in a cold room now, just the baby and me in our own tiny apartment in Central. Of course, no one recognizes me. I've been beaten and have my own child. But I swear to keep telling Aleas, or Aly, everything about the two princes who would soon come rescue me. After all, I'm only fourteen.
The end. Hope you liked it. Maybe if your lucky I'll make another fic. Please review. I'd really appreciate that. This wasn't the best fic I've ever done but I've learned from this fic to make due with what I've got.
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Don't do it :3
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