Author's notes: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist, Alphonse Elric, nor Edward Elric. Darn. This is left without a title so not to make it less scary. I hope you all get it... or some of you... sigh
There was darkness all around... it was utter and complete. Alphonse Elric was in the middle of it. Before long, Al begins to feel frightened. However, he also feels like he was there to look for something.
"Brother?" Al's voice wavered with fear. Still there was only darkness. Al's voice did not bounce off of any wall or echo, making the darkness seem without bound...
Suddenly a small spot of white appeared in front of Al. He tried calling out again.
"Brother?"
The spot grew larger. Al squinted to try to see it better. It hurt his eyes to focus after being in the dark for so long. The spot continued to grow. The object was coming out of the abyss like an item emerging from water.
Al realized this object wasn't more than an arm's length away. He began to lean in to get a better look. Suddenly he leaned back, but he didn't get far.
The object suddenly shot out and grabbed Al's shoulder forcibly, digging in with cold hard fingers into his flesh. Al had realized what the object was a split second before it had grabbed him. The hand had no skin, muscles, ligaments, tendons, or flesh upon it.
Only bone.
Al's wide and frightened gaze traveled up from the hand to the skeletal arm it belonged to... and then there was a shoulder. The flesh should have been bleeding, but it wasn't. Strange patterns marked the edge where the flesh should have connected to an arm. The patterns were the mark of an alchemic reaction.
"Al."
Alphonse's eyes jumped to Edward's face. He looked the same as usual, but the expression on his face was serious.
"B...Brother?" Al couldn't help it. His heart was pounding in his chest. His brother's hand on his shoulder was bordering on painful.
"I want my arm back."
Al's eyes locked onto Ed's. Ed's eyes were still serious. Al's eyes widened in fear. It had to be a trick... a joke... but he couldn't help it. Now Al was trembling.
"Brother... you're scaAAAAAAH!"
The boney hand dug deep down into Alphonse's shoulder. Al's immediate reaction was to try and pull away, but that only made the pain worse. He opened his mouth to plead with his brother, but only another scream of pain managed to escape his lips as the fingers dug into his flesh.
Alphonse's vision and hearing blurred with pain. Still, he was aware of a ripping and slurping sound similar to the ones when they gutted rabbits together while training.
When he became aware of the world around him again, Al was lying on the dark cold ground, his shoulder throbbing with pain.
Looking up he could see his brother placing a piece of flesh... his flesh… onto his own boney shoulder. Ed looked at it once it was in place and smiled ever so softly. The blood only seemed to stain his flesh hand. Then his expression changed to its former stony serious expression as he turned to look at Alphonse below him.
Edward began to reach down with his dead hand...