Eh. I'm back ^^; Don' kill meh D:


ONE DOWN, TWO TO GO { Maka }

I think I came close to throwing up, having to listen to the barely audible sounds of pain emitting from the other room. That one scream, and the resounding crack that presumably caused it, made me jump out of my skin. It was one of the scariest, worst things I've ever endured. Blame the nervous anticipation.

BlackStar's was only slightly better, because the guy had annoyed me to no end during the week we'd spent moping around waiting our turn, and his first few screams didn't make me go green and want to hurl. The next five days were torture. I was the last one.

I can't even begin to describe the sensation. The pure, unbridled agony that comes with having steel stabbed into your nerves and metal screwed cruelly into your flesh is indescribable. I know I screamed far more than my two counterparts. On and on went the pain, only brief respites that I spent in a daze, unable to form a coherent thought. Sometimes I think I forgot my own name.

Then it was over, and we spent half a month just healing, lying in beds and being spoon-fed by Winry. (It was rather humiliating, looking back.) Another week was spent making sure that our tissue was handling the ports correctly and the placement was still fixed. And then came the painful part, according to my blonde friend. (If what we just went through wasn't the painful part, I shuddered to think what was.)

Turns out the painful part is attatching the limbs. Ed, that bastard, he'd made the attatchment seem like a small stab wound, instead of fifty cold spikes driving all at once into my stumps. I like to think my screams were audible wherever he was. Pssh. They sure were loud enough.


Just some quick narration to get the boring part over with, then we get on to the real fun!

I've found myself addicted to FMAxHP crossovers lately. o3o I thought about writing one, then thought 'Nah, my price to pay readers would kill you. Don't do it Kat!'

Meh. I'll do it someday =w=

Kat