AN: Here is Ending two. Enjoy!

-BBI-

My eyes widened at what I had just done. The Homunculi shot glares of hatred at me, and I urged Pride to move, to run away, to save us, but before I could,everything went black.

When I could focus enough to see again I saw the black space I was so used to. And next to me was a wide eyed Pride. I had no idea what he was staring at. I rubbed my head in agitation and-…I was there. It was no longer my soul roaming in the dark, it was….me. I wore the torn remains of my military uniform, my hair was dirty, and let down, and my body in whole…It was me…..and the sin that covered me.

(Pride POV)

OUCH! My head hurts sooooo bad. What happened? One second I am being spoken to, the next I am out like a light! I look around myself in astonishment. Where was I….Oh, I know! This looks like the place I talk to the Voice in. I wonder if he is here. I look around. Nope, I don't see him…..wait, why would I see him I never have before. But then how did I always know he was there? Ow, all this thinking makes my head hurt!

"ugggggghhh" I turned when I heard a groan. Who was that? I walked towards the sound and spotted someone. I just stared at him for a second. He looks familiar….hmmmm, who could it be? I studied him closely. He wore a very familiar uniform….oh, the military uniform! He was in the military! Oh, but his clothes were very torn, he didn't even have the jacket, just the torn bottom of the uniform, and a sleek, black long sleeved, turtleneck. He had red stuff on him too…oh wait it was blood! Was he hurt? Was he dead? It was then that I noticed his hair. It was long and golden…..like mine! That was neat. I stepped back as he woke up. Oh, maybe now I could find out who he- his eyes! They were golden, like mine! Who was he…..was he a relative of me, or who I was supposed to be-wait. I have seen that face…..in the mirror.

He was me.

"Pride."

(Edward POV)

I called out to him. "Pride." He didn't move, he just seemed to stare. I moved to shake him, but he practically ran from me, stumbling over his own feet, before falling to the ground. I moved, trying to get him to stop shaking, but as I did so the space around us shaked. "WHO ARE YOU! WHO ARE YOU! WHERE IS MY FRIEND!" Among the shaking ground, Pride's voice rang out. He was confused, he had to calm down now. I shakily made my way to the small (DAMNIT!) form that was Pride. After what I hoped was a few minutes, I reached him. When I saw his face I held back a gasp. This was Pride, but not the one I remember. The Pride I knew was….dull, void, emotionless, horrific. And this creature, no person, sitting in front of me, was bright, fearful, crying, and scared. This boy was not dull, he was me, and his cries brought me out of my thoughts, and into this apocalyptic space.

"WHO ARE YOU!WHERE IS MY FRIEND!WHERE IS THE VOICE!WHERE IS MY FAMILY?"

I grabbed his hands and did what I was never able to grant Alphonse when he was in his most horrific moment. Comfort. I forced him into my chest, and rubbed his back attempting to calm him down. When it didn't work I remembered that my voice often calmed him down, so I softly told him to quiet down, that it was okay, that the 'Voice' was me. Just as he seemed to calm down the space seemed to collapse. And, once again, I passed out.

I heard voices. They sounded familiar too. With effort I opened my eyes. The room was mine, but that was impossible. This was the room I grew up in,before my mother died,but I burned it down so why, and how was I here? I looked up as the door to the room opened and a woman walked in. She had brown hair and green hair, and she was…..my mother.

"Oh, Edward, your awake. We were worried that you'd never wake up."

I must have looked weird with my eyes wide open, gaping at her.

"You took a real nasty fall. I wonder how you fell from the hill, it's not normal." she reached her hand over to feel my forehead. I leaned into her soft touch.

"Mom! Mom! I-" A boy with gold hair and gold eyes burst through the door. Just my luck huh? It was none other than Alphonse, my brother. My dear, sweet, innocent, but dead brother, stood before me. "Brother, your awake!" Alphonse ran to me and brought me in a hug. I have no idea what happened after that. I was too numb. This wasn't possible. What happened to Pride? Why am I here? And…did all that I went through…..even happen? When my 'family' was gone I got out of my bed and walked to the mirror that stood in a corner of the room. In it was my reflection of me when I was about six. Okay, so now the only question was, what happened. But before I could do that, I had to see. I had to see if it was all real, if all of my tears, all of the terror, all of my friendships, were real. How would I do this though? Hmmm, the one thing I always had was alchemy, but there was a before and after of that. Because when I was six I needed a circle. So, time to see the truth. I quickly clapped my hands together, and I felt it. I felt the power, the knowledge. I lightly touched the floor and in a flash of the bright light I was so used to, there stood a small wooden bird. So…what now?

I tensed up immediately when I felt a strange…how do I describe it?…a coldness. Heh, look at me using made up words. But I knew it well, and it felt so much like…the Truth.

Well, well, Mr. Al-che-mist. Lets try this again, but try not to screw up as much.

Hehehehehehehehehe…

Good luck.

AN:…I got nothing. But it is yours to decide, which ending should I make a sequel?