I stared at myself in the mirror. Hating the way my green eyes stared back at me. Almost mocking. Why are you so weak they told me you keep getting kidnapped you useless joke of an alchemist-
"Addie," Ed popped his head around the bathroom door startling me out of my thoughts. "I need to talk to you."
"Alright what is it?" I asked, leaning back against sink in the small bathroom.
After what happened in central we decided to high tail it out of there to a small town on the outskirts of Central. We'd been staying in an Inn there since. I needed to get over what had happened, my encounter with Pride had left me with paranoia and nightmares.
XxX
I could feel the dry ice feel of Pride's shadows curling around my neck. The burning, the evil glint in the kid's eyes.
The heat stopping realization that they could hurt the people I love with out a second thought.
I woke up with a start, choking on tears. I couldn't handle it any more. I couldn't sleep and dark bags had appeared under my eyes, I was constantly fatigued. "Addie..." I heard Ed mumbled from across the small inn room and I wiped away my tears, willing them to stop, "Get over here."
"W-what?" I whispered, trying to stop crying.
He sat up on the twin bed across from mine, "I said get over here. I can hear you crying you know." His golden eyes were glinting in the moon light, his hair was out of it's normal braid and rolling over his shoulders like a golden waterfall. I sighed and got out from the fear soaked sheets and pattered over to him, sitting down next to him. He brushed a piece of hair back from my face and I leaned into his flesh hand, letting the tears fall.
"I-I'm sorry," I sobbed, putting my face into his shoulder, my forehead touching where metal met flesh.
Edward ran his fingers through my short hair, genitally undoing the small tangles in it. "Shh it's okay," he whispered, putting his automail arm around me. "I won't let them hurt you again." His voice was so soothing, it's gentle roughness showing how much he'd already seen in his short life. He kissed my head and my sobs slowly started ebbing away.
I looked up at him, studying his face. He really had changed since all those months ago in the underground city. That scar above his eye that I loved so much was still there, but he was so much older. His jaw was stronger and his eyes held that much more guilt. "You know what I miss?" I whispered to him, whipping away the tears in my eyes.
"What?" he asked, his eyes searching mine for an answer.
I leaned down on his bed, staring at the ceiling remembering days long past. "I miss the days before any of this happened, before Lies and everything. When it was just you teaching me alchemy and Al laughing at us every time we started to argue," I sighed, running a hand though my hair.
I felt Ed lay down besides me and I put my head on his chest, feeling every beat of his heavy heart. "I miss them too," he wrapped his arms around me and remembered. I felt his breathing, the steady intake and out take of breath, reassuring me that he was here. That he was real. "Remember when you were just starting out and you tried to mix ink and water but turned out making it explode in your face?"
I felt him chuckle and I laughed lightly, "Don't remind me," I whined, "it took me a week to get it all out of my hair."
And that's what we did till we fell asleep. Talking about memories from the past.
XxX
Ed leaned against the doorway, "I think it's time we started working on the physical part of you're alchemy training," he stated, crossing his arms.
"A-alright," I stuttered, rubbing my arms. I hadn't worked on the physical section of my alchemy training because before I hadn't even had a leg to talk about. It wouldn't hurt to start.
"Get some easy work out clothes on, we're starting soon as possible," he said flatly, but with a slight smirk behind it.
"Great," I groaned sarcastically, pushing past Ed to the small suitcase that held all my belongings.
Surprisingly, the old man that was in the cell next to Ling, wasn't that bad. The man, who had told Ling his name was Marcoh, had told him about how he had been locked up in another place for about a year before being dragged here. He'd known about that guy named Edward Elric and his apprentice Addison. "Hey Marcoh," Ling was bored, thinking about an escape plan through the vent at the top of the right corner of his cell.
"Yes?" his old voice asked. Ling hadn't seen the old man but he was the only company that Ling had.
"What about the air vents?" Ling asked, squinting at the air vent sizing it up, it was possible that he could fit through it.
"What do you mean?" Marcoh asked and Ling heard him shifting with a groan.
Ling couldn't move his eyes away from the air vent. "Could we escape them?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. His eyes were open for once.
Ling heard Marcoh get up, his steps going where Ling assumed was the air vent in his room. "It's possible..." Marcoh mumbled, "It's the right size but it's too high." The old man thought for a second, "We could use the cots to reach them... no they're to small."
"But is it possible?" Ling asked, not daring to get his hopes up.
"I suppose..."
Ling yelped with happiness.
(Addie)
Ed brought me down, straddling me and pinning my hands above my head. I groaned in pain as my head hit the ground. "Got 'cha again," Ed boasted and I rolled my eyes.
"It's not fair, you have years of fighting training behind you and I have a few sloppy fights behind my belt," I whined, wigging.
"I'm going easy on you, Snoozealot," he smirked, not letting go of my hands and leaning down till his face was inches from mine.
I pouted, trying to get my arms free of his death grip, "Doesn't seem like it. Now would you let me up!"
Ed chuckled, letting go of my hands and getting off me. We were in a clearing in a woods near the inn and had been fighting all day. Ed was 'teaching' me how to fight but all it felt like was I kept getting my ass handed to me. He'd taken off his shirt to fight and I was in a lose fitting button up and loose shorts. "Again," he said, holding out his hand to me.
I took it, whipping off my butt when I stood up. "Alright, Bean Sprout, this time was going down."
Hey guys! Encase you didn't know I'm rewriting The Place We Belong and if you want you can go read it!
Anyway, I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist!