Last chapter's preview was kinda scary, eh? It gets better (or worse, depending on how you look at it. Me, I like the glass-half-full approach whenever possible). Here's the first of your two bonus chapters for today.

Don't have much to say, so, I don't own FMA, please review, and enjoy! Next chapter will be out in a few minutes.

"Brother!" Alphonse walked through the aisles of the library, searching for his older brother. Finally, he located Edward, completely absorbed in a book about medical alchemy.

Ed glanced up briefly to check who it was calling him, then looked back at the book. "What's that in your hand...? Was there really that much mail for us already? We've only been here a week and a half. How many people d'you think even know we're here?"

"At least four," said Alphonse, "since that's how many letters we have. Did you find anything interesting while I was gone?"

"Here, trade." Ed picked up his research notes and handed them to Al, taking the mail as he did so.

"Hm," they both said in near unison. The first envelope in Ed's hand was handwritten and, naturally, had no return address. "'Fullmetal Alchemist, we know you are involved in the Fuhrer plot'… No, they don't. They write that to everyone, I'm pretty sure. 'You should beware of strangers if you know what's good for you.' Nothing new in this one." He tossed it aside and looked at the next one. "Hey Al, since when is Mei sending you letters?" Ed was tempted to open Al's mail but he resisted the temptation and set it aside.

"This doesn't look like anything new," said Alphonse, who was reading Ed's notes and only half listening to Ed's comments on the letters. "Although I think this array," he held up the piece of paper he was looking at, "might be different from the ones we've seen before. But only slightly. Still, we should look into it."

"Yup." Ed was reading the third letter. "This one's garbage, too. They're tying to scare me by bragging about how much they know about us, but there's nothing written here they couldn't get from a public database." He snorted and tossed that one aside also, then ripped open the final letter. "Huh, this one looks different from the others. Looks like the author tried extra-hard on this one. They cut out every individual letter from newspapers and such, then glued them onto the paper." He scanned the letter once.

Raised his eyebrows.

Reread it.

Reread it again.

Paled.

"Alphonse."

Al looked up, concerned at the change in tone. "Brother."

"I think I'm gonna be sick. Or pass out. Or both." Ed certainly looked the part. He held the letter out to Al. "Read it."

"What's wrong?" Al took the letter from his brother.

Read it.

Frowned.

Reread it.

Made a little suffocated noise with the back of his throat.

"Ed, we gotta go home. Now."

"Y-yeah."

They shoved all their papers and books together hastily and practically ran out of Central Library, both panicking, hearts pumping fear through their bodies in perfect sync.

Love that last line! I always feel proud of myself when I come up with a particularly good bit of imagery. And speaking of writing devices, how did y'all like the fragmented sentences on separate lines? It's a method that I haven't really tried out in anything serious (yes, I consider fanfiction serious). Through your reviews, please tell me how you feel about the fragments! I want to know if my readers can feel that tense atmosphere through the use of broken thoughts; at least, that's what I was going for, and that's how I felt writing it. Feedback, pleeeeeeeeease!!

Next chapter: the contents of the letter!