--- So I've milked the nightmare theme for all it's worth. No more. ---
29. Haunted.
"No… NO! Give him back!" The little boy shouted, tears pouring down his face. "He's my little brother, he's all I've got left! Give him back!"
The boy's arm began to disappear, and he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder.
Ed awoke, bolting upright out of bed and sweating. He was clutching at his automail arm, which was cool to the touch. He sighed. It was just a dream, brought on by the storm raging outside no doubt. That would explain the throbbing of his stumps. They always hurt when it rained.
How many times had he woken from this nightmare? No, this memory, burned into his brain like a brand. The memory that drove him in his quest. The memory he could never forget.
Ed lay back down and turned to stare out the window. Apparently, Winry wasn't the only one haunted by that night.
