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The Death

Chapter One

The day is cool, sunny, and scattered clouds roamed about on the blue sky. In the distance, a dark black cloud crawls in. Lighting streaks falling from the top, hitting the tallest thing in site. The people walked to work with a glum look upon their faces. They look as if a bomb hit their hearts, having them lose all hope, faith, and courage to go on. Images of blood flashes, blood splattering across the ground, sharp metal piercing into the skin. These images keep returning, quickly moving to one image to another. Ed was screaming, tossing around in his bed and sweating. Winry quickly runs in, her eyes quickly shooting towards Ed. A worried look ran across her face as she slowly knelt down to him hugging him and comforting him.

Winry: "Ed, please stop screaming, calm down."

She spoke to him calmly in a sweet and comforting tone. Ed was crying, clear salty tears ran down his face. He turned over looking at Winry. He had woken up from his own bloody murder screams. He sat up next to Winry, hugging her and crying.

Ed: "Make it stop, these images, the same dream over and over. Make it stop, Winry. Please"

Winry hugged him staying silent for the most part. She knew she couldn't do anything and wished she could. She didn't know exactly what his dream was, or even what the images were. All she knew was that is hurt Ed, and made him cry. She hated seeing his tears. The screams were coming more often then they normal did weeks ago. She sighed a bit and slightly lifted Ed off her shoulder.

Winry: "Ed, stop crying. I know it was scary and it hurt you, but please, you have to stop this. It hurts to see your tears."

Ed: "I'm sorry Winry. The images, they are what I've sinned. What I almost have and…"

He stopped. He wasn't always comfortable mentioning his family members who have passed. He wished he only could have been there, knowing what was wrong, and how to save her before she left him. Ed knew what he was dreaming of, and he hated it. Ed wiped off his face, sniffing what was running down his nose slowly. He looked to Winry then stood up. He walked to his closet, opening it and taking out a clean red coat. He looked outside. It was pitch black. Perfect. He walked out the bedroom door and down the stairs where the lights burned his eyes, he didn't care. Spotting a mat next to the door, he saw his boots. All clean and shiny. He pulled them on. Winry ran down the stairs.

Winry: "Ed, where are you going at this time of night?"

Ed: "To see my mother."

Winry swallowed, and sighed know now what his dreams were of, and why it scared him. She waved even though she knew he wouldn't see her. Ed walked out the door into the cool crisp air of the night. The moon shining over head, making the grass shine. The wind blew making it even colder. Ed shoved his hands into his pockets walking towards the graveyard just over the hill. When he arrived, he turned passing many graves, some stones freshly placed and cut, flowers placed on them. He didn't look to any of them already knowing who was who. He finally came to a stone with vines crawling up the sides and around the back. Ed felt the tears press hot against his eyes. The tears broke and they ran down his face as he knelt down in front of his mother's grave.

Ed: "Mother, I know I haven't been here in a while, but I was afraid you would not talk to me because of all the sins I have caused. Please mother, I know I did many things wrong but… Help me stop the pain. I know it's a constant remind of what I did and need to do something about it. I can't find what it is I need to do. My dreams… they explain my sins."

Ed fell down to his hands and knees crying on his mother's grave. Raindrops were only begging to drop. The moonlight had disappeared and the only visible light was the coming from Winry and his house. Ed's hair soon became soaked as the braid fell off his hair and onto the ground. He heard a flop and a splash as it hit the puddle behind him. Turning around still having tears running down his face, though the rain was hiding them. He picked up the tie and stood up. He looked at his arm, it was still metal, he could feel it. He ripped the sleeve off his coat setting on his mom's grave.

Ed: "that's all I have now mom. Please forgive me. I… I… I Love you mom."

Ed slowly walked back to the house, an image of his father, Hohenheim appeared. He stopped staring at the figure in front of him.