Dangerous Waters

Im back, and with a new chapter for you guys! Im reallyyy sorry it took me so long. I started my freshman year of highschool, and those bastards dont play when it comes to homework. Oh, and Im sorry its so short, and if there are any formatting or spelling errors. Leave a review, or PM me!

Disclaimer: I dont own Fullmetal Alchemist, or Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood. Flames will be used to roast Envy and Lust. (I love Envy, dont worry...just not Lust...XD)

Roy Mustang, the famed Flame Alchemist, was not very fond of children to say the least. The way snot dribbled out of their noses, drool dripped down their chins, their grubby hands that grabbed at everything and anything, everywhere, made Roy cringe and hold up his fingers in a cross, as if they were some unholy beasts sent straight from hell to warn him of his womanizing ways. So, when Roy Mustang, Flame Alchemist, found out that a certain golden haired, sun eyed 12 year old had become a State Alchemist, passing the exam with flying colors and rainbow ponies, it was an understatement to say that Roy was shocked. Who in their right minds would have such a young boy become a dog of the millitary? Oh yeah, the same person who would grab a crippled boy by his collar and yell in his face. Him. Roy Mustang, Flame Alchemist. And he was even more surprised when he found himself acting as a father figure for the Elric brothers. For the love of the Gate, this would be a long run...

CHAPTER 10: TERROR

ROY'S POV

It was what he felt when he heard the shot, but wasn't fast enough to save Edward.

It was what he felt when he watched, in what seemed like slow-motion, Edward fall to the floor, limp and unmoving.

It was what he felt when he couldn't find where who, or what, had hurt his son.

It was what he felt, when Edward didn't wake up for 2 weeks after that.

And it's what he was feeling as he watched his pale faced soldier, no, son, breath in and out, day after day. Thats probably the only thing that was keeping him from going insane from grief. Watching the rise and fall, rise and fall, fall and rise of the blonde's chest as he lay there, in the blank white hospital bed, the sheets and pillows and robes making a bright contrast with his golden hair. "Just like his eyes..." Roy thought sullenly. Eyes he hadnt seen in 2 weeks, usually filled with such fierce fire and determination, now cloaked behind pale eyelids, hidden away from the world like golden coins in a chest, burried deep within the ocean floors. Roy shook his head, running a hand through his hair. He needed to take a walk and get some air, if he wanted to make it through the next few hours.

EDWARD'S POV

It was if he was floating..in a blank sea of nothingness, yet filled with so much color. He was sleeping, yet not sleeping. Breathing yet not breathing. Seeing yet not seeing. Feeling, yet not, all at the same time. He moved his arms and legs, which felt so light. He hesitantly took a step forward into the nothingness, and at that instant, everything exploded into a flare of bright colors and light, swimming past him like fish upstream and flying through him as caresses of sound, the faint whispering of his name against his skin. He took a moment to inhale, if you could really call it that, and began walking forward. "What is this?" His voice had an echo to it, as if the void he was in could stretch on for miles? "Who...am I? WHERE am I?" Everything was so blurred. A voice reached his ears. "Edward, dear. Come bring Alphonse, dinner is ready~" He froze, the colors, light and sound stopping, turning to a heavy darkness that seemed to sit on his shoulders. "M-Mother?..."

What? The? Hell? XD Im not sure how I feel about this chapter...its so freakin...POETIC. I AINT SHAKESPEARE. Aheheheheheheheheheheheheheh eheheheh. I blame Fahrenheit 451. If you havent read it, I suggest reading it, it's a really good read...please dont kill me...DX. REVIEW, IT MAKES ME FEEL WARM AND FUZZY INSIDE...It also keeps Edward alive, sooo...X3 Its your choice, sweethearts.