Dripping Memories
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
The sound of dripping water filled his ears.
Drip.
Like an echo of the past.
Drip
Reminding him of that day.
Drip.
When they thought that they could resurrect their dead mother.
Drip.
Drip.
It reminded him of the drip of blood off their cut fingers.
Drip.
It was supposed to be their sacrifice.
Drip.
It reminded him of his brother's scream.
Drip.
It reminded him of the bright flash of light.
Drip.
It reminded him of the Gate.
Drip.
It reminded him of the pain.
Drip.
It reminded him of the sacrifices.
Drip.
But, most of all, he was reminded of what he saw.
Drip.
The 'thing' that he saw when it was over.
The blood that dripped from it.
Drip.
It was their mother.
Drip.
Or what they could bring back with their transmutation.
Drip.
But it was her blood.
Her blood that dripped.
Drip.
And dripped.
Dripping like water.
Drip.
Drip.
"Drip."
A/N: The last drip was said. It could be either Ed or Al. Preferably Ed, 'cause that's who I was thinking was listening to the dripping when I typed it up. It was a spur of the moment thing. I just sat down at my laptop, opened a new Word Document, and began typing randomly. Please review. I accept flames 'cause I love to bitch at flamers. Well, bye!
Insomniac Jaki
