Don't own FMA.
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Sun beat upon the poor alchemist like no other. Steam poured out of his right sleeve, making matters worse for his already broken and torn arm. He knew his little brother wanted to go with him to the desert town, but with the homunculi pestering them profusely this past month for reasons clear to the alchemist trained eyes, he sent his only little brother to be cared for by Mustang, who agreed knowing the mission the little alchemist had to carry on with.
With a final blood stopping screech, a mixture of blood and fire sent off down his right arm, ruining his coat, what was left of his auto-mail, and burning the tender flesh attached to the metal. He screamed as he ripped off his flaming arm and stomped on it multiple times before the fire flickered out without a trace. Crimson liquid drenched him from head to toe from the torn port that poked out in multiple places and gouged in soft pieces of tissue. He wiped the mess off of his face with out a second thought as he kicked the charcoaled metal arm half way across the desert. A small dust cloud proved as only means of truth that it did indeed land a good way away. He chuckled at his misfortune before trudging his way further into the endless desert of hell.
Cold. Hot. Which was it? It was dark now. Well past eleven o' clock in the night. The light orange glow that radiated of the soft moon showed, with a tented pink glow, the blood that covered his body. The blood that pained him so. It was a chore just to lift his feet off the absorbent sand. The sand was tricky enough, trying so slyly to snake their way around his ankles, dragging him deeper into their core. He, of coarse, prevented this by doing his chores by lifting one foot in front of the other. He cursed again as he tried to reach for the small leather sack that was attached to his belt. He pulled out a small, crimson apple. On the other side of his belt another leather bag rested. A small spout protruded form the top of the bag. He eagerly gulped some water down before gouging out a large piece of the apple with his teeth. He was feeling better already. He smiled broadly as he hungrily chomped off his apple, and frowned in agony yet again when the morsel disappeared. He licked his fingers hastily, trying to suck off any remains of juice from the apple, but mostly stung his tongue with flakes of dried blood. He spat out the disgusting flakes and continued on with his trudging through nothingness.
The moon soon faded away. He felt the heat begin to blaze upon him yet again. Pain shot through him as he hastily began to try to win the losing battle of blocking out the heat. In the end he gave up on his battle and let the sun cook him alive while he dragged his feet to get him to his desired city. Sand, sand, and more sand. Wait. Ed perked up at the sight before him. A vast city showed its presence on the horizon. Ed gleefully picked up his pace as him feet dragging turned into a brisk run. Almost there…
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this is what happens when you've lived in Texas for too long. Texas is REALLY hot. and SORRY about not getting that FMA Harry Potter thing updated. I have a few tests coming up, and I had a math project to finish. Math can go burn in hell. anyway, hope u liked. plx reveiw and i'll try to get about 6 or 7 pages of the other fan fictions finished. kk. tnx.