DarkKalendor: So...I watch episode 41! I suck. This is nothing like what happens. It's good that I don't own FMA cuz' they're doing an awesome job.

Envy: She would have killed us by this time.

Luke: Tell me about it.

DarkKalendor: What are complaining about, Luke. You got a girl out of it

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"Please..." I heard my brotherslowlyprayed, "Forgive me"

"Ed…please!"

It was already too late. Would my frantic voice mattered? If I was…whole in the armor, and had the strength to stop him…would it have mattered?

The only thing I could hear was Edward's heart beat…it was normal at first…then it quickened, and returned to normal once again. A muffled scream, a strong wind, yells of men dying, and Ed…crying.

"Enough of this!" I yelled as I charged for the mental block Edward placed between him and me. My soul's fist franticly pounded upon the one way doorway, but it was locked on my side.

"Brother! Brother!" I screamed his name as I continued to batter against his soul's door, and with each hit and scream…my strength dwindled, "EDWARD!"

Finally I fell to my knees in sobbing defeat as one hand rested upon the door as if reaching for him. I knew what he had done, but would it had mattered if I wasn't there. Would it had mattered?

The concern of my own existence was the last thing I cared to think about, and I screamed to the unforgiving sky.

"Give him back…Give him back to me…He's my brother….HE'S MY BROTHER!"

"Well done, Edward Elric. Well done"

My senses failed as I became consumed by the anguish, and I feel numbly to my hands and knees. I felt the tears sting as they flowed freely to the cobbled stones, and I stared frozenly at the solid ground. Fragments of crimson lightning continued to dance inside the crypt, and my whole body was emanating smoke from the extreme transmutation of souls. My clothing was shredded in burnt shreds that loosely clung to my body from the large flames and lightning that once consumed the room.

Somehow my body did not go unsaved. Two dozen deep cuts pattered my body in array of bloody tattoos as my crimson liquid dripped to the ground. Somehow…I could not feel the severity of those slashes upon my skin.

"Did I have to hear them?" I prayed while I cried, "Did I have to hear their dying moans"

Flashes of peoples' images cascaded over my mind's vision, and I wept openly knowing my hands were sullied with invisible blood of a dozen men. I had become…a killer.

The fruit of my labor was in the center of the crypt, and only a hand reach away from where I had fallen. It was tragically beautiful as it glowed with a liquid like crimson glow. I hated it.

I wanted it.
I wanted to destroy it.
I wanted to use it.

I hated it.

I loved it.

As in some ironic since, Al's soul pendent has slipped and fallen only a few inches closer to the stone. The dried blood seamed darker in contrast to the stone's light…just like someone standing at the Gateway.

"Finally!" Lust cravingly and victoriously gasped, "The Philosopher Stone! It's ours"

All three cheered like deliriously joyful morons, and they stood shockingly as if it was a fabled dream. I continued to stare at the stone. Their footsteps awoken me from my sorrow filled trance, and I jerked my hand and grasped the stone.

Quickly I stood to my feet, and held the stone in my auto mail exposed hand between the thumb and the pointer finger. With my thoughts still in limbo, my body reacted to the threat that someone was about to take the one way I could get my brother back.

The homunculus steeped back as I threateningly held the most destructive object in known alchemy towards them, and not even they understood the power. No one did, but I wasn't going to take the risk of them taking the stone. "What are you about to do, Full Metal
Alchemist?" Lust questioned softly as her alarm faded, "You're already on a killing spree, and if you destroy us we'll just be on the long list of people killed by Edward Elric. Will you quit killing? Besides…how can someone stop when their own family members are on the top of that list"

I slowly closed my eyes, and prayed, "Forgive me"

I felt the electrical charge permeate the room and originate from a small mineral deposit in my metal fingers. They screamed, they died, and the room was once again in a mist of crimson light and lightning.
Three more names…to add to my list.

Somehow I had collapsed upon the floor of my soul, but still tears flowed. I lied next to the soul door connecting our souls. Filled with turmoil which had spilled from the mind link, I had became exhausted for the first time in a long time. I was about to slip into a paradox sleep until someone called.

"Brother."

Slowly I opened my eyes, and saw Ed standing over me. His face etched with sorrow, but he did manage a weakened grin. I guess I should have reflected his smile, but instead I stood to face him with an expression marred with sorrow. Turning I was about to enter the endless hallways of my mind.

"Al! Wait!" Ed softly cried as he desperately chased after me.

Sighing as if trying to regain some composure, I smiled more of a grimiest, "I'm sorry about earlier. I was…" in the middle of my explanation…I stopped. Ed's soul embraced mine, and he began to sob plainly into my shoulder.

"I…I'm so sorry, Alphonse."

We stood there locked in each other's arms for a moment, and then Ed took my hand. Puzzled I fallowed as we walked towards our mind link's open doorway. Before reaching the threshold, I stopped seeing what was happening in the real world.

My brother was holding the Philosopher Stone, and my soul's talisman in the other. Feeling my heart quiver, I found myself taking a few steeps backwards. Ed turned to me, and motioned me to steep through.

"Is that…" I gasped.

Silently nodding, Ed answered, "I'm sorry it took me so long"

Afresh tears dripped down my face, and we both raced through the doorway.

This was it.

Al's soul anchor brilliantly gleamed as the stone lightly touched together, and both floated out of my hands. Standing back I weakly smiled as the stone hovered above my brother's soul. Blinding light consumed the room, and I had to shield my eyes as a strong gale disturbed the centuries of dust which entered my wounds and infested them. I cringed and feel to the ground for the wind was growing in strength.

A familiar feeling came over me, and the hands returned.

The arms where pulling me back again as I dashed back towards the Gate, and I…could see his blinding soul walking towards me. Hardly noticing, my right arm was given by an unidentified darkness, but I didn't care. With the light imitating from his soul, I was consumed by a flash of blazing brilliance, and then plunged back into the dark crypt where I committed the sin.

Both my arm and leg returned to their natural form, but I still happily watched as my brother's soul continue to take shape.

I saw them…the convicts.

They disappeared into the Gateway, and they glared towards me. Their bodies slowly disappearing as did my brother's many years ago.

"What have I done...What have I done..."

Complete hate in their eyes as they vanished into nothing…their souls forever locked inside the stone. The souls I forced to die…the souls I forever damned.

I…did it for him.
Rubbing my eyes, my vision was slowly returning and I turned to see my brother…
My soul gave a frozen cry of dismay.

I…could see him.

"Brother?" my new lungs called through the dark crypt, but…there was no answer.

He continued to stare in horror towards me while tears poured freely from his eyes, and his mouth was slightly open in a silence gasp of terror. I could see his golden eyes shake with fear as his he wanted to flee. Blood freely dripped from a dozen wounds upon his body, but somehow the terror in his eyes was evident that he was unaware in how much anguish his body was in.

"Why is he looking at me like that?" my mind questioned, quite alarmed at his reaction, "Hadn't the transmutation worked"

"Ed…what's wrong?" I asked slowly walking towards him…but something was wrong with my legs.

"Alphonse…" Edward cried falling to his knees, and his eyes turned towards the cobbled stones that flowed with blood, "No…My…brother"

I couldn't move? It was as if my legs were frozen. What was going on? My mind filled with dread as the dimly lit crevasse began to gently darken. My newly formed heart pounded with dismay as my vision continued to dim. What was wrong? Seeing my fainting form, Ed quickly ran to my side. He was holding something, but my vision was too blurred. With his eyes still filled with anguished fear, he held me and gently lowered my recently formed body to the ground. The object in his right hand was white and Ed was…drawing quickly with it around my body. "This can't be happening." I could hear my brother franticly repeat as he continued the transmutation circle,

"This can't be happening"

"Brother?" my voice was weak as the world slowly dissolved into shadows, "What…What's wrong"

Ed stopped drawing the circle to stare back at me. I have only seen Edward look at me that way only once. It was the same expression that he had seven years ago when I first found myself locked inside a suite of armor. Regret, pain, sorrow, anger, frustration, and guilt furrowed upon his face as he resumed drawing the circle.

"It…wasn't enough, Al." I could hear his forlorn and pain filled voice whisper, "I wasn't enough"

I couldn't help but laugh as I stated, "The Philosopher Stone was"

"It wasn't the stone…" Ed interrupted as he tightly closed his eyes, and with anger mixed anguish, "It was me"

With concern, I finally asked the hallow question, "Edward…what am I"

Closing his eyes tightly, Ed hissed in sorrow as if battling the reality, "I can't…" tears streamed down his face as he slowly stated, "I'll have to put you back in the necklace again"

Undesirable disappointment collided in my gray eyes as my seventeen year old voice ached, "Brother…I can feel again." I reached a hand to his, but my brother recoiled at my touch. Puzzled I looked down at my hand…I also recoiled at seeing my hand. I felt nauseous.

I was…unfinished.

As my attention was drawn to my bleeding hands, and it was as if a knife had sliced three of my fingers leaving bone and blood. Patches of my skin where simply not there and white bone was exposed to the damp air. Feeling my face…I could feel half a skull upon my left side. With only partial muscle, my legs were rendered useless.

"Al! No!" Ed quickly dropped the calk and quickly held my hands forcing myself to lock my fearful glance with his, "When your mind realizes…you'll…" Ed was filled with complete despair as my world continued to vanish into darkness…Was…Was I dying?

"Hang in there, Al." Ed tearfully called as he held my unfinished form in his whole arms, "Al?…Alphonse"
I could finally feel my brother holding me…even if it was…for a little while.

"Please…stay with me…" I pleaded as my scraps of clothing became quickly saturated with his blood.

My fear was realized. Alphonse was unfinished because…the transmutation was half finished. With my mind clouded with the images of the convicts, my attention was diverted from the complicated human transmutation, and even with the stone…my efforts were badly needed.

Once Al's newly furnished mind realized how badly his body was…he would die. He was…dying.

Desperately I cried his name, and I franticly dashed to the Gateway and back to our mind bond, but neither alchemy nor my own will could stop him from dying. The half finished transmutation circle was washing away with his freely flowing blood, and all I could do was cry as I held him tightly.

"Brother…" Al's voice called as he rested against my chest and his breaths where growing shallower, "Promise me…you'll go back to Resumbull…Winry has something…to tell you"

Softly I answered…knowing but…denying, "We'll both go…together! We can forget the military and the state, and live our lives like we use to before with Winry and Pinako and"

A tear slipped from Al's gray eye, as he smiled, "Mom's up there…you know"

I sobbed, "Al…please…don't leave me"

"I never will…" my little brother whispered, "Good bye…brother"

"Al?…." My empty voice called to my lifeless brother, "Al? ALPHONSE! COME BACK! Please…" I then looked towards the unforgiving sky, "TAKE ME! TAKE ME…Take me…"

DarkKalendor: So? Who loves me now!

All FullMetal Alchemist fans: start trowing daggers and all pointy objects possible

DarkKalendor: People are either mad at me for killing Al, making Ed create the stone by killing those convicts, or...I stole all their cheese crackers.

Luke: Is nothing serious.