A/N: I have to say that this is my favorite drabble of all the ones I've written so far. It's fitting, actually, since this is the eleventh chapter I've posted (I've actually written 15 but I'm waiting on posting some of the ones that I don't like) and eleven is my favorite number. Anyway, thanks a million to my wonderful reviewers; you all really make my day. Enjoy!


-Title: Darkness- -Word Count: 134- -Warnings: um... (I don't seem to be using this as much as I anticipated... is that good or bad?)-


Edward Elric has always hated the dark. It reminds him of the nights when he would sit at his window, waiting in vain for his dad to return. It reminds him of the pupils of his mother's eyes as they slowly glazed over in death, and the color of the stormy sky on that terrible night when they had tried to bring her back. It reminds him of the lifeless, emotionless, inhuman stare of a steel visor, and the shadowy stain of blood on clothing. It reminds him of the cold, harsh metal of a gun barrel, and the look of pure hatred he has seen burning in far too many eyes. Ed has always hated the dark; but tonight he is glad because it hides the tears he does not want to admit.