The Blood Spiller
Chapter 2: Darkened Home
Ed sat down on the train compartments seat, sliding all the way down until he was leaning on the window. He then propped his head up on his elbow and looked out of the glass, wishing he didn't have to be there. Wishing the purpose never existed. Footsteps made their way down the aisle to where Ed was sitting and he knew that Al had finally made his way to the usual spot they sat on the train. Al looked at him with hope in his eyes, wishing that he would talk. But Ed would not talk. He couldn't. He hasn't said a word since they had left Roy's office.
Ed heard his younger brother sigh. "Brother?" Silence. "Niisan, this has to stop, you can't hold in your feelings all the time, it can really hurt you." Still, the silence filled the air until it was broken by the train engine rearing up. The slow chugging began and the train started its journey to a place neither wanted to go.
Ed felt his eyes droop and he started to nod off, his head jerking up each time he caught himself falling into slumber. Alphonse sighed and put his hand on his shoulder; catching his attention and making him look up into his eyes. He watched his younger brother gasp as he saw his tear stained face. He than looked at him with pity and care. "Niisan, why don't you get some sleep, by the looks of it you were up all night again." He nodded and slowly sank down into his seat and covered himself with his coat, staring at the blank color of the seat. He than shut his eyes and let sleep take him into the darkness.
Alphonse watched as Edward lay down across from him and felt his heart sank. He had never before seen his brother so depressed. Sure, he was saddened by little Nina and her cruel passing, but this takes the cake. He sighed and watched the coat slip off of the oldest Elric, revealing his backside. Al looked at it carefully and spotted something. Carefully, without waking him up, Al reached across and gently slid his black shirt up, revealing deep gashes in his back. He dropped the shirt and stared at the scratches, wondering where they had come from, when he suddenly knew. He remembered just last night…
Alphonse sat up in bed, unable to sleep from the tragedy that occurred so fast. He looked over at his brother and saw that he was rolling back and forth in the bed, mumbling something. He listened carefully and heard "Winry" in a pain stricken voice. He then watched as Ed dropped his hands over the side as he rolled onto his left side. Blood trickled down off of his fingers. Al turned away, hoping it wasn't what he thought. When he went to look back, Ed had turned again, leaving no trace. Not remembering to look at the floor, Al rolled over and went back to sleep.
Al shook his head and felt his eyes well up with tears. "You dug your nails into your back while you slept." The rest of the way, he was to afraid to turn away, incase that he would start the infliction again.
Ed woke up with a hand shaking him. "Niisan, it's time to get off the train, we've arrived in Rizenbool." Ed frowned. He wanted to catch the killer, but he had to go thru the house for evidence. He was frightened to go into the house she was killed in, it just wasn't right. He sat up on the seat and rubbed his eyes. Than he slid his coat on and started to walk off of the train.
Jumping off of the steps, he started to walk in the direction of Winry's house. He then thought about his automail. If it ever broke, he would never let anyone touch it. Only she could put her loving care into it. "Ed, are you gonna talk to me?" Al walked in front of him and stopped. Ed sighed. Now or never. "I don't want to go, Al." The younger Elric brother hung his head for a moment and then looked back up at him. "I don't want to go either, but I do want to catch the killer so he doesn't hurt anybody else."
A couple hours had passed and soon the Elric brothers found themselves in front of the Rockbell house, afraid of what they might see. It was silent and the leaves from the trees were blowing around them, as if telling them to go inside. Ed took a deep breath and then felt determination rise up inside of himself. He started to walk forward. He saw Alphonse hesitate, but he too began to come forth. Walking up on the steps, Ed opened the door and took a step inside. His brother did the same and then the door shut, making them jump. "Wind?" Al whispered. Ed nodded and started towards Winry's bedroom, the scene of the crime. The house was very dark than the usual warm bright smiles that would be shared when people or customers would come to visit. He remembered how happy and pleasant the mood was in this house that he partially grew up in.
Reaching Winry's bedroom, the door was cracked open, revealing more darkness. Ed stepped forward and pushed it open, trying to be ready for what he was about to see. But when the door was fully swung open, he felt himself shake and yelp from surprise. Nothing could ready himself for the scene that unfolded in front of his eyes…
Sorry its been so long, I have been so busy. I am going to vegas this weekend and will not be able to update in a while but I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I look forward to your reviews, thanks a million!