Okay, so I felt really bad about uploading such a crappy last chapter that I had to upload another. Just Winry's point of view during the whole Barry the Chopper incident. I hope you like (please forgive me for chapter 20!)
Disclaimer: I do not own Full Metal Alchemist or any related material in any way whatsoever
I watched in complete horror as Barry stuck his cleaver into Ed's shoulder. I cried out, but he paid no attention to me, all of his focus on torturing Ed. Blood dripped down his arm, and he was shivering in pain.
I was scared. For myself, for him. I was scared.
Suddenly, the chains around Ed exploded, and he fell out of the chair. The chains clattered to the ground and became one long pole. Ed grabbed it and started off in the other direction, stumbling and tripping, his balance unstable with only one arm.
Barry, grinning evilly, went after him, and they went out of view, behind some dead pigs. I could hear them though. Barry spoke menacing words and Ed yelled at to stay back. Something clattered to the floor, and a few moments later, Barry yelped.
Ed's footsteps continued, and he came into sight, running towards me. I had never seen his face so frightened in my life and he reached up, fumbling with the chains around my wrist. Barry appeared behind him and he muttered, "Come on…"
Barry swung his cleaver, and Ed dodged, grabbing his auto-mail arm sitting on the table and ran out of sight again.
Barry had a decision to make. He could pursue Ed and kill him before coming for me, or kill me now and then go after Ed. He chose to go after Ed, which made me immensely grateful. A scream rang out and I at first thought that Barry had gotten Ed, but when his footsteps began again, I realized that he must have re-attached his arm.
I heard a thump, and I shrieked when I was jerked off the stool and dragged backward, the chains cutting deeply into my wrists. I hit a pig, and a chain reaction started. I twisted around enough to see a pig hit Barry and he fell over. Ed's panting and frightened yelps were painfully loud.
Through that, I heard a voice yell, "Brother, don't!" and a loud clang of metal on metal. It was Alphonse, with the military.
Al's next words were lost in the clamor of men flooding in, armed with guns. One man found me and came over to free me. I looked over at Ed, who was crouched in front of Al, sobbing.
"So scared…" I stared at him, unable to remember the last time Ed had cried like this. It had been when his mother died. Not at the funeral though. It had been later that night, when he thought I was asleep.
Ed was covered in cuts and scratches, not to mention the deep wound in his shoulder. Al helped Ed stand and they went outside. I followed, wanting desperately to go and console Ed. But he was shaking, and still quite upset, so I didn't.
When we were outside, someone placed their coat around me. I watched Ed and Al as they spoke, Ed's face still covered in tears.
They were sent into a car, and I was put with them too. I sat beside Ed, who tears and voice had fallen silent.
"Silly," I murmured, using the blanket around his shoulders to wipe his face, "If you don't dry your face, it'll be red for the rest of the day."
He looked up at me, "Are you okay?" he asked. His voice was hoarse and croaky. I let my hand fall still on his cheek.
"I'm fine Ed. Are you?" He nodded, and I continued wiping down his face.
"I'm glad to see you again though." I smiled at his words.
"I'm glad to see you too."
Please tell me that you enjoyed this one more than the last one (although who would be able to enjoy reading about Ed nearly getting killed is beyond me. Whatever, pay attention to the better plotline than the last one, if that makes any sense) :-)