Bitte: part 2

Alphonse picked up a gun and stood at his post gazing out. He remained unmoving even when he saw his brother glance at him. His eyes were no longer as cheerful as they used to be. Instead they remained cold and glazed over. It was a shame to see such a nice young man turn into what looked like a man reaching there mid life crisis.

Edward turned back again after glancing at his brother and remembered when they were small children with adventures and missions in his home world when he was a state alchemist. Not noticing how upsetting it was before, he saw his younger brother who was once so gentle and carrying turn into a soulless solider with hardened eyes, something he had tried to prevent his brother from turning into all his life. That's when it finally dawned on him, filling him with dread, that it was "his fault". It was his fault that Al joined the National Socialist Party or other wise known as Nazi's. He mourned in his own guilt forgetting to work, when the sound of a whip behind him alerted him with its sounding crack. He froze panicked by the sudden sound and realization that he had stopped working, something that was not permitted on the camps grounds. Turning his head slowly to see where the sound came from, he finally felt the searing of the pain caused by the whip run hot up his back.

He saw who it was not surprised by there soulless expression as he swung the whip again forcing Edward to grimace in pain. He dared not fall to the ground for if he did it meant that he was a goner. Looking around he saw the others starring at him. Some of them who stared even took out there own whips or pointing a gun at him. His brother, Alphonse was among them.

Edward backed down as quickly as he could trying to make his self look obeying and docile, but it did not work. He saw this and in return felt another blow of a whip on his body; he was only glad that it wasn't one of the barbed wire whips that they had used on one of the men before him. The only option he saw to avoid the pain of the whips was to get back to work as he continued, but the whips still seared his body with pain and they still attacked him. It was as if they would not listen nor realize that he was trying to follow there orders. Almost as if all humanity had left them. He watched as a few smiled in malice.

"Halt Bitte!! Halt Bitte!! Iche Arbeite!" (Literal Translation: Stop Please!! Stop Please!! I work!!)

Edward screamed trying to avoid there attacks and trying to continue to work. Unfortunately his attempts for trying were limited as he felt more pain emerge from his body. Looking up he saw Alphonse walk towards the ones that lashed at Edward. And for just a moment Edward thought that Al was there to help him. But he was sorely mistaken.

"Al…" he whispered under his breath so that the others would not hear him. Al made no recognition of the word as he stood before hum unlatching his whip from his belt as the others had. With a swing back of his arm and than foreword again, he watched as the tip of the whip grazed his brothers back. To his own surprise he did not pity his brother who now coward below him. Instead it seemed athat he was quite pleased to act the way he was. It just seemed to painful to have his brother around and as his mind was already fogged with pain from his own arm, his distorted thoughts told him that his brother was probably better off dead. He swung the whip down again mercilessly not carrying or even noticing his brothers screams. It seemed that he had gone completely insane as he continued to whip down upon his brother. The other men backed off seeing Alphonse's rage and noting his higher authority. They assumed he would take care of what ever there was to.

In blinded rage Alphonse watched as blood began to splatter from Edward's back to the icy ground and snow. His malicious thirst to give his brother misery did not falter. He had no idea where this evil thought came from but as but was, it felt good to express it.

Edward watched in horror as he saw his brother completely loose it. It seemed that he was no longer human and that he had turned into one of the demons who ruled the camps. His screams came out pain wrecked as every swing with the whip became more and more painful. He knew that if he didn't do anything now he would die by his brother's hand. He did not want that and knew that if he gave in it would lead to great misery in the future not only for him but his brother as well. Anger rose in his own self as he faced Alphonse standing up strait for a moment and watched as Al drew the whip back with hesitation.

"Brother…." He said darkly. It was a tone that he rarely used. In fact he never even called Alphonse by the name of 'brother'. Al stopped to stare, tears running up to the ridges of his eyes as he stood with a hurt expression on his face. Closing his eyes Al screamed aloud in rage and attacked his brother with the whip once more. His brother was a threat, he saw and he needed to get rid of him, if he did not the pain and misery would haunt him forever; or so he thought. But to his surprise the whip hit nothing and he soon found himself sprawled onto the ground under Edward's body.

"Damnit Alphonse! Snap out of it!!" Edward screamed ready to sock him across the head. In a sudden shock Al blinked in surprise and saw his brother on top of him with an angered expression on his face.

"DAMNIT AL!!" he screamed again.

Al shook his head when he noticed what he had done when he saw the blood on his brothers back and the dried tears around the ridges of Edward's eyes.

"E-Edward?..." he said. His voice sounded scared and he was even more scared when he heard a gun shot and saw Edward go limp before him.

"NO!" Al screamed standing up and letting the body of Edward slump to the muddy ground. He looked around to see who had shot his brother only to see that all the officers had there guns drawn but not any particular one seemed to have shot him. Not caring if the others saw him he bent down on the ground to his brother's body and felt for a pulse. There was one and he was surprised that it was so strong, than he remembered that his brother still had false limbs.

"…Al…" came a small voice from Edward who lay face down in the mud.

"Brother!! Brother... Please be okay... Brother….." he panicked not even bothering to see what the other soldiers thought.

One frowned at him and a few others shook there heads. They knew that they would have to report this, after all a broken solider was a sign of weakness, especially one that mourned for one of the creatures that they looked after each day. They could not have weakness in the death camps and all weakness needed to be exterminated.

Edward cringed in pain as he felt the bullet stuck in between his prosthetic shoulder. It hurt the mechanics of the nerves well enough, but he knew there was no way the shot would kill him or cause any serious injury. In fact that moment he was more concerned with Al's safety. Alphonse had disobeyed his orders and he realized that once again it was all because of him. He nearly laughed at him with a smirk after remembering all the lives he had caused to be exterminated and or become ruined over his life. "I must be the angel of death at this point." He thought to himself, quite amused over the fact. He didn't bother to move but than if he didn't he was sure that one of the other soldiers would come up to him and finish the job. Finding his will stronger to live than to die painlessly he began to get up feeling the open wounds on his back gape in the cool air that surrounded him. He glanced to the other men who he worked with and watched them work, but stared at him from the corner of there eyes curiously. He smiled to them letting them see his smile than looked away to see Al's hand on the ground before him. He did not bother to look up at his brother's face but only stared at the clenched mud covered hand of his brother.

"Edward….please.. I'm sorry…"Alphonse's voice sounded close to tears, and he couldn't have his brother cry in such a place. Lifting up his head he smiled weakly at his brother.

"It's alright Al, you did what you could…" and with that he suddenly felt weak as he swooned on his hands and knees. Al noticing Edward's weakness, that if he collapsed here he would surely be dead. Knowing that he still had to play the part as a Nazi, he lifted Edward up and slung him carefully over his shoulder, but still hard enough to still pretend to be a ranking officer.

Edward not being able to take being lifted up gradually fell into unconsciousness, the last thing he saw were Alphonse's feet before him walking to some place unknown.

Alphonse knew that by his actions his time as an officer was limited and that he may become one of the victims of the camps. But as if on queue for being detained he heard his name being called over an intercom and sighed. He would hide Edward in the quarters in which they kept the prisoners until he himself found his self out into the camps. He knew he would be thrown into the camps and so recognizing just what he had done, he found it worth it. He walked to the Warden's office with his few belongings with pride and no sight of fear.

((WOOT! Finished Part 2. I'm sorry if there was any confusion with the chapters. Either way please Review!! The next chapter is going to be great I can tell you that and in fact (having the entire story mapped out already), this will be a very unpredictable story, unless… you can read minds or your rreeeaaaallllyyy good at assuming things. Oh well. Please Review!! And thank you for reading. Also Happy holidays!! ))