I know you all were excited about chapter 2, so here goes! I worked really hard on this one and I've been awake after midnight some nights for it.
Chapter 2: Lost Soul
Three days had passed since Ed had ignored her existence, had become unforgiving. Winry sat alone in her bedroom. She sighed. Why was her life so difficult?
On the other side of the house, Ed sat alone in his room, Al being outside. Inside his mind, a war raged. What is with that girl? But she didn't do anything. Why is she so difficult? But she had been so open. Why was she so heartless? But she had begged for forgiveness. He had ignored her. His insides were being torn apart.
Winry thought to herself, I wish he cared. I wish he understood that I'm sorry. At the same time, Ed thought, Why am I out of control? Who am I to do this and what am I becoming?
A tear slipped down Ed's cheek. He thought at times that she was cruel and heartless. At the moment, he knew it was him. He began to cry. If anyone understood him better than Al, it was Winry. He had lost her. But she didn't know. She hadn't seen what he had at his mother's grave. It was a warning. In alchemic symbols. She just didn't understand… Why was this all so confusing?
Winry looked up as her door opened. "Ed!" she gasped. She was surprised to see her best friend there, after what had happened.
"Winry. You didn't see what happened. You don't know what this feels like. But… I have to do this. I have to… kill you." He raised his auto-mail arm and began an alchemy ritual.
"Ed? Ed, please no! Just tell me what happened!" Winry cried, alarmed.
"You wouldn't understand."
"I want to! I'll try! Please, just tell me!" she said.
"Winry…" Ed aimed. "I have to." He fired. Winry screamed. He hit her with a powerful blast.
"Ed – why? Why did you – have to?" she cried out to him as she fell back on her bed.
"Like I said, you wouldn't understand. You aren't dead yet. I'm just making it slower."
"What? What are you doing to me? The real Ed wouldn't do this! Who are you?"
It was true. In fact, Ed was still sitting on his bed in the room, but his eyes were blank. He had no expression.
Winry gathered strength and burst up off of the bed. She hit "Ed" in the face, ran out the door, and dashed down the hall. She threw herself into Ed's bedroom to see him lying on his side in bed, his eyes wide open and staring.
"You FAKE! You – you took his soul!" She fell into a rage. She had many thousands of thoughts boiling in her mind. Then she figured it out. She thought to herself, 'He took Ed's soul at the grave!' She began to cry and flew at the fake. "You despicable freak!" It was all her fault. She had done this. She let it happen. The real Ed was imprisoned, locked inside his own soul! He was… a lost soul…