Sorrows of the Heart
Chapter 1
Nothing could be heard that night, save the pattering of the raindrops over metal. A young boy, his blonde hair plastered to his face from the rain, lay in the arms of a huge suit of armor. An almost peaceful look was on his face, as his breathing slowly labored on. Ignoring the rain, the armor carrying him continued forward, begging to anyone in its path. Behind it trailed drops of blood; bread crumbs marking the trail.
People parted in the streets to let the strange pair through the streets, their faces twisted in expressions of horror, fear, even disgust.
"Help me!" cried the suit of armor, its voice like that of a young boy.
"My brother's hurt! Please someone…. help me…" it trailed, watching hopelessly as people backed away in horror.
Continuing its way up the street, the armor continued to beg for help. It was only when the boy in its arms stirred, that the armor looked at its charge.
"Brother?" it asked.
"Al… don't worry… I'm fine..." said the boy, struggling against his brother's arms.
"No brother, you're hurt. We've got to find someone to look at you."
"I'm fine…" continued the boy, still struggling against the armor's cool embrace.
"Hey you!" yelled an angry voice from nearby. "Let the boy go!"
The armor, Al, turned his attention to the bearer of the voice as the boy fell motionless in his arms, also looking towards the voice.
"Will you help him? My brother?" Al asked, walking quickly towards the man. Yet the old man ignored him.
"What did you do to the boy? How could anyone do something like this to such a young boy? Put him down, you hear? Leave the boy here and leave! Leave and I won't press charges!"
"But…" started Al, thinking desperately of another solution.
Not appearing to hear the armor, the man stepped forward, reaching with shaking hands for the boy. Seeing no other way to get care for his brother, Al handed the boy to the man.
"Now get out of here! Go on! Get!" yelled the man, turning and running indoors with the boy safely in his arms.
"Al…" called the boy, watching the image of his brother fade as he sunk into unconsciousness.
AN: This is my first Fullmetal Alchemist fic, so please forgive me if characters get too OOC. There may be spoilers in the future or this may turn out to be AU, but since there is no real plot just yet I have no idea. Just be prepared for anything. Also, sorry about the absurdly short chapter; I hope to make the next longer. Thanks for reading.
T.K.