Warmth
By Henrika
Henrika- I told you I'd make it worse for them. I think I delivered. Enjoy and review!
Chapter 2
I enter the solemn train compartment as quietly as I can, even though the wound on my leg is causing me to limp. I really was lucky that that thing didn't land its claws a few inches deeper or I'd have been paralyzed. There is a stack of coarse blue train blankets that I've scavenged from other cars over my right arm and a cup of decently warm coffee in either hand.
Alphonse looks up as I walk in, his steely expression beyond reading. I think he's in a bit of a shock. To tell the truth, I think we're all still a bit shaken up. The events just happened so fast. One moment he was there and the next…I set the coffee down on the small indented ledge next to the window, breaking off my train of thought. Roy eyes it gratefully as I drape a blanket around his shoulders; the rest I tuck in around Edward and I'm not quite able to hide my wince when my hand comes in contact with his frigid auto-mail.
He hasn't stopped shivering since we first got him into the warmth and I take a bit of time to try to rub feeling back into the parts of his flesh where the tremors are worst. His normally fair complexion has become pale and a fine sheen of sweat illuminates the fever that is staining his cheeks scarlet. I stand, handing Roy his coffee in the awkward position he's in and I manage to hide a smile as uses transfers the minimal heat his fingers receive from the cup to warm Ed's human fingers. I sit back down next to Alphonse, grimacing slightly as the pull stretches the edges of my wound. It isn't right to see them like this, any of them. These men should not look so…vulnerable.
Everything had been a whirl of snarls, snaps, crackling flames, gunfire, and spraying blood. Then everything had gone quiet just before we heard the 'CRACK!' that reverberated louder than any gunshot ever could. There had just been a look of pure surprise on Edward's face before the flood of snow loosened by mustang's flames sent him and the majority of the chimera over the cliff.
I think I remember screaming and I'm sure Alphonse did. Roy tried to reach him, but it happened too fast and he was too far away.
We waited; we had to wait, before we could run to the edge. But all we saw was an expanse of white and trees that blocked our view. And there were still chimeras up with us, regaining their senses enough to renew their attacks.
It was then that something broke free in Alphonse, sweet little Alphonse. I don't think anyone or anything has ever put him in such rage before. The remaining chimeras were bodily ripped in half, the carcasses thrown over the cliff. He killed all of them, quickly. He finally stopped, bending over in the snow as if he were panting, even without lungs to exert. Mustang tried to approach him, but Al stood up before he could come close. "Let's go find my brother." He said in a low voice that would not allow argument.
We had no choice but to follow as the armor began to pick his way down the cliff. The going was slow and even Al had trouble in a few spots. The bloody bodies marked our path effectively and we followed them down until we reached trails of blood that Alphonse had not created. The Colonel began snapping again so he could melt the snow into a path for us as the hill leveled out. The blood trails got thicker as we went on and we began to find the bodies of dead chimera that stuck up through the drifts.
And then we found the body we were looking for, half-buried in the freezing snow.
Henrika- Poor Alphonse. I made him go nuts. And I left you guys with another cliffhanger. I am cruel, aren't I?