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Priestess Kurumi Inu's Sister: Your question shall be answered in this chapter!

Thanks to all of you who reviewed. You guys made me feel special; I'm glad those who reviewed liked my first chapter.

It's kind of hard to write when you got research papers to type for English class! But I've been able to squeeze in some time for this. So, here it is my second chapter.

Chapter 2: Edward's Nightmares

It was one-thirty in the morning when Winry began to feel exhausted. She had stayed next to Ed from the moment she laid him down. She didn't dare leave him alone in the state he was in. She just couldn't

The moment she saw him at the door covered in cuts and bruises and his right arm partly demolished, a spark of a greater worry erupted within her. Granted she was worried about him all of the time, but this time she felt a worry stronger than she had felt before.

He had come back alone, and that's what scared her. What had happened to Al? Did they get separated along their journey in search of the Philosopher's Stone, or was it something else?

Putting all thoughts aside, she turned around to look at Ed. She leaned her head on her right hand for support, her elbow leaning on a pillow. She stared at Ed's face, memorizing every curve, from the color of his lashes, to the way his eyebrows curved up a little, to the outer edge of his lips, the smoothness and complexion of his skin, and even the faint freckles barely visible on his nose and cheeks. She couldn't help but notice how handsome he really was. She didn't remember him ever looking so, well, cute.

She lifted her hand and let it hover over his left cheek. She dared herself to touch his face lightly. She wanted to know if his skin was as soft as it appeared to be. She slowly lowered her hand, reaching out to gingerly touch his cheek. She gradually ran her index finger down to trace the outer edge of his jaw-line and reached back up to where she had started. She continued tracing the outer curve and slowly made her way to his lips. She hesitated, looked to see if he had wakened. When she saw that he was still sleeping, she continued the exploration of his face. With the same index finger, she lightly traced his full, bottom lip, starting out from the left, outer corner, slowly caressing the line to the other side. She then went upward, tracing the curve of his heart-shaped upper lip.

'He has beautiful lips…' She thought. She was amazed at the fact of how soft they were. She blushed as a vision of them kissing surfaced in her mind.

She moved her hand away from his face when she felt him stir. She looked at his face and saw him furrow his brows as if in deep concentration. She hadn't realized that she had held her breath for that split second. She let out a sigh when he seemed to relax again.

Winry closed her eyes; she was starting to feel the exhaustion again that had left her when she had begun her exploration of Ed's face. She opened her eyes, sat up and fluffed her pillow. She lied down, her body facing Ed. She stared at him for a moment, just listening to his soft breathing. Her eyes began to feel heavy; surely the Sandman had paid her a visit. She started to fall asleep when she began to feel the bed move. Through half-closed eyes, she saw Ed stirring in his sleep. She continued to watch him stir, this time he was gripping the sheets hard with his hands.

Winry sat up. She could have sworn she heard him say something, but she couldn't make out what he was saying. He was mumbling again and again, stirring around between the sheets. She held her breath, straining to hear what he was saying. After a moment of listening, she opened her eyes wide when she realized what he said.

"Mom…I'm sorry…"

(Okay, so nobody gets confused, I'm going to describe what's going on to Ed at the moment. He's having a nightmare, hence the title "Edward's Nightmares" and will be describing the dream here.)

Ed was standing in a room, surrounded by nothing but darkness. He was alone, confused, and didn't know where he was. The darkness prevented him from seeing any recognizable forms. He heard a voice from within the chamber; a soft voice that sound so familiar. The voice was calling out his name, slowly and softly.

"Edward…Edward…."

He looked around the room frantically, trying to find any source of the voice. It was a woman's voice, he was sure. He took a step back, feeling the prickles of fear creep up his spine. He couldn't think of anyone whose voice it could belong to, but somehow he felt it was someone he knew.

Suddenly, a bright, white light flashed upon him from somewhere above. He looked up, only to be blinded by the source of light. He held up his right arm to shield his eyes from the whiteness that showered him. As he lifted up his arm to shield his eyes, he had not caught a glimpse of metal. Wouldn't it have reflected the light from above? He did a double take and stared at his right arm.

It was a flesh arm. The one he had lost so many years ago…

The voice called out his name again, snapping him out of his reverie. The light had shut off, leaving him in darkness again. This time, a figure was walking towards him from a dark corner in the distance. He tried to take a step back, but fear had cemented his legs to the ground; he couldn't get himself to move.

Once again, the light appeared above him, but this time it was not as bright. It was just enough light to allow him to see the figure standing before him.

"…M-mom…"

It was no mistake. He recognized the long, light-brown hair, her green eyes, and light complexion.

"Edward…what have you done? Look at what you've done." She said to him in a calm voice.

All of a sudden, Ed felt a white-hot, searing pain on his left leg. He looked at his leg, only to see that a metal limb had replaced it.

"Mom…I…" He was at a loss for words.

"And look at what you've done to your brother! To Al!" She raised her voice a bit, sounding a little harsh.

"Mom! I didn't mean to! It wasn't meant to turn out that way!"

"I'm so disappointed in you…Why would you do such a thing to him? He didn't deserve that!"

"Mom…I…I'm sorry!"

Ed closed his eyes; his eyes burned with hot unshed tears. He fell to his knees. His mother's voice echoed in his mind.

' …Look at what you've done to you brother!'

Ed cried out, slamming his fist onto the stone floor. After a moment of silence, he looked up. The figure of his mother slowly faded away, only to be replaced by the image of a young boy. A boy that was awfully familiar…

The blonde boy stared at him with golden eyes-Ed's golden eyes.

The young boy stared at him with pure hate. He glared at him with such hatred that if looks could kill; Ed would have been dead. The vision of Ed's younger self dissipated and was replaced by yet another boy. A boy with light brown hair and grayish eyes.

"Ed…what did you do to me? Why did I have to turn into this!"

The boy then turned into a large suit of armor.

It was Al.

Ed shut his eyes; he couldn't stand to look at his brother. It hurt just looking at him.

Another white-hot pain seared again. This time, it was in his right arm. He looked at his arm, watching it disappear. Just like his left leg, it was replaced by a metal limb.

Ed looked up again, but the suit of armor was gone. The emptiness was replaced by an image of a younger Edward and Al, kneeling around a transmutation circle. In the middle was the pile of ingredients they had used to resurrect their mother. The circle glowed an eerie blue color, followed by a vivid purple.

Ed was shocked. He couldn't move. As much as he wanted to turn away, he couldn't. Just watching a memory of his past made him feel horrible; he wanted to die.

He was entranced by the vision before him. The younger Ed and Al were smiling, thinking they had succeeded at Human Alchemy.

Ed blanched. Suddenly he was watching himself screaming in pain as his left leg was disappearing before his eyes. He then felt the tears slowly sliding down his cheeks. Then the worst came-

The young Al blanched, watching his hand dissipate. Then, his whole body followed suit. Young Ed looked at Al with fear. He was watching his brother disappear and he couldn't move. Al was almost completely gone. Al screamed. A scream that forever haunted Ed…

"Ed! ED!"

"Al!" Young Ed reached out for his brother. There was no use…Al was gone.

"Noooooooooooooooooooo!"

The Ed that was watching the memory screamed in unison with the Young Ed. With his right arm, he reached out towards him. The memory itself was enough to drive Ed mad. So many times had he tried to forget his past. And now, he was reliving it.

Ed clutched at his chest with his right hand. He was still kneeling, his left hand supporting him. The same hot tears fell from his eyes. He yelled out in pain.

Emotional pain.

He wept and wept. He kept repeating the name over and over-

"Al…Al…I'm sorry…I'm so sorry…"

Suddenly, he was surrounded by complete darkness, only a voice echoing in the dark.

"It's all your fault…all your fault…"

Winry was stunned.

She grabbed a hold of Ed's left arm. She shook him slightly, trying to wake him from his nightmare. He continued to thrash about in his sleep. He cried out again.

"Al! Al…I'm sorry…"

She shook him harder, trying desperately to wake him.

"Ed! Ed, wake up! Please, wake up!"

Ed suddenly opened his eyes and sat up. He stared out in front of him, panting hard.

"Ed…Ed, are you alright?" Winry asked with concern. He turned to face Winry, staring at her as if he didn't recognize her. His eyes were wide open. She stared back at him, her eyes filled with tears, waiting for him to respond.

"Ed? Ed, are you alright?" She repeated.

"Winry…Al! Al is gone! It's all my fault." Winry stared at him. For a second she caught a glimpse of the young Ed she had known years ago. The young Ed that Al had brought in, bleeding and wounded.

"It's all my fault…All my fault…." He whispered, lowering his eyes.

The tears that Winry held back suddenly slid down her cheeks. She moved herself closer to Ed, wrapping her arms around him. She held him tightly, crying freely now. He laid his head on her shoulder and cried.

A/N: Well, people, this is my second chapter of my story. It turned out longer than the first! Yay! I'm so glad that those who reviewed liked it. Hopefully you'll feel the same of this one. I tried really hard to make it full of emotion.

I still don't know what my next chapter will be called, but I do have an idea of what will take place. Anyway, please review. It really helps. Feel free to write what parts you liked best and perhaps that'll help me for my future chapters.

Thanks a bunch!

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