A/N- Time now for chapter 2, I suppose. I've wanted to write this story for the longest time, and I guess I finally am.

Disclaimer- I don't own FMA or the characters.

Chapter 2- Sweet Dreams

Wake up, child.

But when Winry woke up, she found, she wasn't actually awake. More like in the middle of a pitch black dream, some weird force carrying her somewhere she didn't want to be. And she knew right where she was going, too.

Soon after, as she found she had been correct, she was once again standing in her living room, the second night in which that odd voice had appeared in her mind, threatening to cause her more pain if she didn't do as she was told. Since she had been unharmed from simply falling down the stairs, Winry still couldn't believe that it was anything more than a mere coincidence.

It was storming outside, and really storming horribly. The thunder was exceedingly loud, and the lightning was almost enough to blind a person, but somehow, it didn't worry Winry. The voice in her head was telling her to do some absurd things again. She still wouldn't listen.

I told you, damnit, to get over there and grab that knife!

"And do what with it, exactly!" Winry protested, hoping that she was imagining all of this. She didn't want the problems escalating to anything they didn't need to be.

Stab yourself.

For Winry, the pressure was becoming a bit too much, but she hadn't given in yet. "No! Granny's gone, and if I stab myself and she comes home to find me dead, what would she think?"

Listen to me, you stupid girl. Everyone will be a lot happier if you'd just do as I say.

"I won't." A detirmined look on her face, Winry wandered over as far as she could to be away from the kitchen area, away from all of those sharp objects that had been almost completely surrounding her.

Then I'll do it for you.

"What?" And that was all it took, Winry's alarmed voice, suddenly turned into screaming as the wind blew harder outside, somehow breaking the window she was standing in front of. Glass rained down on top of her, one piece jabbing into her upper arm. A thick stream of blood was flowing, but Winry was okay. "Ow..." She mumbled, picking it out as best she could. "Who are you?" She asked, hoping the voice would answer her. It did.

I suppose you'll find out sooner or later, maybe, that is.

And that was all Winry was allowed to see or remember of the dream before she was yanked to a new one. Another horrible memory from a few days ago. The only real difference was, that after this incident had happened, she had fully done whatever the voice in her head had asked, whether it mean self-harm for her or not.

Pinako was in the kitchen, preparing some dinner for herself and her grandaughter. Winry was hurridly working on some automail that would have to be finished by the early morning. It was, she thought, one of the most beautiful pieces she had ever made. It wasn't perfect, though. Ed's was perfect. She'd put so much hard work into his automail, and yet she imagined he probably treated it like dirt.

I've told you before to stop thinking about that Elric boy. It causes you more stress than you're worth...

"But... I miss him."

Yes, well, too bad. He doesn't care about you. He never has, and he never will. All the more reason for you to hurt yourself. Forget your pain.

"How is that forgetting my pain if I'm just trying to hurt myself physically instead of mentally?"

You've felt it. How that blood flowed when the glass struck your arm. Don't you think that pain was easier to deal with than being lonely?

It made a good point, but still, Winry didn't feel like worrying her grandmother. She wouldn't go through the pain if she didn't have to, and she didn't. "I just can't do it... I'm too scared."

So you admit it. You want to hurt yourself, but you can't. You're afraid. You coward.

"There's no reason to try."

Fine then.

A few seconds later, Pinako was on the floor, having a seizure, or at least what looked an aweful lot like a seizure. Shaking horribly, after the plate she'd been holding had fallen to the ground and smashed next to her, Winry stared in fear. "No, you can't do this!" She begged, again hoping, praying that voice was listening.

Oh, but I can. I can do many things. Now do as I say, and she'll go back to normal. Don't worry, she can't see you. Not on the ground like that, at least.

And grabbing the knife from the holder, miserably, Winry slashed up her arm, blood trickling at first, then starting to flow more heavily. That very first time, it stung so bad, and Winry cried harder than she'd ever cried in her entire life. What was happening to her? Who the hell was talking to her, telling her to do these things? It didn't matter. What was done was done, and a moment later, Pinako returned to normal. Breathing normally. She was unconscience, but Winry knew she was safe for now.

That was all. The dream ended, and finally, Winry awoke in a hurry, sure that this was reality.

Having bad dreams, she did what any normal person would do. She cried a little, hating herself for all that was happening, and for how much she wanted so many little things. They all seemed so unachievable in her condition. Still, the voice in her head never let her rest. Not unless it decided it was time for her to get some sleep. Now that it was five in the morning, Winry was certain she was allowed to get up, and get a nice start on Ed's automail.

Yes, automail. She was an automail engineer, and the voice couldn't change that. Winry wouldn't let it. Not for the world, not for anything. Well, maybe for Ed... But it was best not to think about Ed when she was in such a state of depression.

She walked down the stairs, only to realize she wasn't the only one awake. There was a blonde, sitting in the chair, staring at her with extreme interest, ready to take caution if need be.

"Winry, we need to talk," Al's voice said softly as Winry rushed over to turn on the light.

Not this little bastard... He's meaningless.

"About what?" Winry asked, putting on a fake smile. Al sat up a little more, brushing his bangs out of his face. He looked more and more like Ed everyday, and this goes to show you just how much Winry appreciated it. She could practice with him. It was almost like talking to Ed, only Al was a hell of a lot nicer.

"Something's wrong with you. You went to bed at four in the afternoon. What's up?"

"I was just tired. Everything's fine, okay?" Al nodded.

"If anything happens... You'd be sure to tell me, right?" Winry nodded at him, giving him an even bigger smile as she walked away. Maybe Al wasn't so bad either. She just couldn't give up on Ed though. She'd never forgive herself if she did, and besides that, she wanted to prove the voice wrong.

Winry, I'm dissapointed in you...

It said her name. For the first time she'd heard, it had said her name. Something was up.

You can't have that Elric boy, or his brother. I'll make sure of that.

And the phone rang. At five in the morning, the phone was ringing. Winry picked it up, and sighed at the voice she heard at the other end of the line. "Hello?"

"Yes, this is Lt. Colonel Roy Mustang speaking. Is Edward Elric there?" She dropped the phone for a second. Al stared in slight alarm.

"Winry... What's wrong?"

"Get your brother... It's Roy." And Al knew, once again, whether or not he and Ed wanted to have some peace and quiet for a while, or whether or not Ed wanted to quit the military, Roy wasn't going to let them.

"Oh, and that's Al, correct?" Roy's voice came from the reciever again.

"Uh, yes," Winry said, picking the phone back up. "Why?"

"Could I speak with him as well? These are some important matters. Or I guess you should just tell them I need to see them in central as soon as possible." And somehow, Ed must have had supersonic hearing, because he came rushing down the stairs, and within a matter of seconds, the phone was in his hand again.

"Mustang, you bastard! I have to get my automail fixed! What the hell is this about? At five in the fucking morning? You've got to be kidding me!" Winry flinched at the sound of Ed's cussing, but soon got over it as she tried to hear Roy's answer.

"We've got another mission for you. But before that, we've decided to make your brother a state alchemist."

And once again, Winry knew, this was the work of that voice.

A/N- Well, what do you think is going to happen? I'll try to update A.S.A.P.