Nina
The rain pelted down hard, pasting his golden hair to his pale face. His golden eyes were staring down at the ground, watching the water flow down the street and into the gutter. Although the rainwater was coming down on him in buckets, he did not feel any cleaner. He felt dirty, stained.
Her blood had long ago stained his glove, even with the rainwater, it didn't seem to want to come out. That little girl, she had been like a sister to him. That bright gleeming smile of hers lifted both his and Al's spirits, in their months of studying.
The three had grown so close it was almost unbearable to see her like that, morphed together with Alexander. She was in so much pain, trying desperatly to choke out words, it made him sick. His heart had been in such a hold, he felt as though he could roll over and die that very instant.
When they went to take her away, as they drove down the street, guilt overtook him. They were just going to bring her back to Head Quarters and do horrible things to her. They were going to test her and make her life a living hell. He felt like throwing up the guilt was so thick. He slammed his hands on the ground, upsetting the road. The car flipped over, the door slammed open. The Chimeara jumped out, sniffing around before bolting off.
He had called her name, but his voice was covered up by the rain and other voices. He had run after her, effectivly soaking hismelf further. If there was some way to save her, some way to get her back to normal, he would find it.
By the time he had found her, it had been too late.
The military had shown up by then. He was numb. Standing in the alley, watching with horror-struck eyes at what was left of Alexander and that precious little girl that had treated them like brothers. She was blown apart. From the inside out. She was dead, and there was nothing that could bring her back. He knew she was in pain, he knew that there was likely no way to save her. But maybe... some how... some way...
He fell to his knees, watching the rainwater carry traces of blood into the sewers. He let his head hang low. He had failed. Edward Elric. State alchemist. The Fullmetal Alchemist. He was supposed to be the hero of the people damnit! Slamming his fist on the ground only caused bloodied water to splash up into his face. He felt sick.
"What kind of hero..." he mumbled, the rain dripping off his lips as he spoke. "Can't even save one little girl...?"
The question haunted him. And he knew, for a long time afterwards, it probably would.
The street lights went out with a blip, the rain though, didn't seem to want to let up anytime soon. Edward turned back to the Central Military Head Quarters, a sad look in his eyes. He trudged back slowly, not thinking he deserved the warmth of a house and a blanket. The rainwater that dripped off his face, mingled with the blood of the young girl, as well as Edward's own tears. That's what he liked about the rain, no one could prove he was crying.
As he trudged down the street, he passed by the alley they had been in prevously that night. It was cloacked with blood. Edward was not unframiliar with blood, but that blood, her blood, made him feel queasy.
"Nina..."
His voice was easily covered by the sound of the rain. He then turned towards the Military Head Quarters, and bolted into a straight out run.
"I'm sorry."
A/N: There you go. A sad little oneshot for you. I've been going crazy with oneshots lately. I have no idea why.