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Yay! People actually reviewed! Well, here's more that comes out of a mind at 1 in the morning…maybe I'll put some dialogue in the next chapter…

How far he had gone was a mystery to the blonde, as well as where he was. All he knew was that he had run without looking back, but only forward. He was determined to evade anything that was out for him, as well as continue his search for the stone. The military was left far behind, being that they were forced to retire until morning because of the weather conditions.

It was freezing, to put it lightly. The temperature had at least dropped twenty degrees from the time Ed had once again eluded the military until now. The icy air didn't nip, but it rather tore at the blonde like wolves on a rabbit. It would probably do that to anyone, even if they had on a form of warm clothing. But Ed; he only had on his regular red cloak and black undergarments to keep him warm, and that wasn't doing much, even with the hood up.

Ed wrapped his arms around each other for warmth, but abruptly pulled away from the sudden sting of cold auto-mail on flesh. He couldn't keep going on with the conditions of the night. He needed to find warmth, and fast. The tips of his eyelashes were frosted over, as well as the dog blood that was spread about his body, adding to the cold.

But where could he stay? Any place that was warm was most likely inhabited by people; people that wanted to capture him for the military and wouldn't help him in the least. Or it would be inhabited by people; people that would help him but then figure out who he was and alert the military. Either way, no place was safe to go. He didn't want to take lives, nor did he want his to be in any more danger than its current state, if that was even possible.

The temperature was rapidly dropping, and Ed was becoming tired and beginning to get hypothermia from the frosted night air. His breath was becoming shaky and unstable, a sign that his body was weakening. And what was worse, it began to snow.

Ed had to find shelter and warmth quickly, or he was going to faint. Then, he would be captured by the military, a person, or homunculi and be rendered helpless to anything that they might do. He shuddered at the thought of being helpless because of something as minute as snow, and concluded that he must find some form of shelter immediately.

For ten more minutes the blonde searched for a safe and warm place to stay the night. Taverns, inns, hotels, bars; anything with people was too risky. But what about dead people? What could they possibly do?

This is what Ed concluded as he approached a cemetery in hopes of finding some form of warmth and shelter from the vicious night that attacked him ruthlessly. No one would be looking for him in a cemetery, so this was also a perfect place to hide.

Passing several tombstones covered in snow, Ed felt as if he would soon join them. The snow was becoming harder, and now he wished nothing more than to be in front of a warm fire at home, to be with his mother, to have his and his brother's bodies back, for everything to be normal. But he knew that would never happen. His life wasn't normal, and it never would be.

Finally an old mausoleum appeared through the wall of snow. Ed used his last energy to fight his way through the whipping wind and to open the stone door. He quickly closed it being careful not to let anymore cold air in.

Inside it was dark, unwelcoming, musty, damp, unnerving, a place no one would really want to spend the night in. And, on top of that, bodies were lying above and below Ed becoming his only company. But, it was warmer than the outside. Not by much, but still a good eight degrees warmer.

Ed stumbled his way around the tomb, being that he couldn't see a thing. He tangled his foot in some dries moss that he tossed off to the side. Once he felt the back wall, he leaned against it, slowly sliding down. In the process he slid past the arm of a body, knocking the bone onto the ground. It echoed throughout the tomb, giving an eerie presence of emptiness as the echo faded away.

With a heavy sigh Ed picked up the arm and flung it back with its proper owner. The alchemist huddled together against the side of the wall and was on the verge of much needed sleep, when suddenly another echo was heard inside the tomb, but not on his own doing.

Thanks for reading this very weird story of mine…well I have a fear of mausoleums cause of one night when I was in a cemetery on a ghost hunting (yes, I look for ghosts…) thing we passed a mausoleum and a team member threw up and was attacked (yes attacked and she had to go to the hospital a little while after... It was a very bad cemetery where this cross bled water. I also got some really cool recordings of voices from the ghosts' …evil trust me. Don't believe me, I don't care. But I'm just telling you the reason for this chapter…) Anyways…leave a review if you will!