FWD: Hey people! How you doin'? I'm fine….(yea, sure….like you wanted to know about me…) but anyways… guess what? I finally got some outside sources that proofread my stories, and tell me if I should revise, perfect, or completely trash my stories…and if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to give them a little shout-out right now…Ahem…

Shout-out to Sam and Mike…You're the coolest nerds in Hillcrest! (J/K about the 'Nerd' part!) but seriously….Sam knows more about FMA and Inuyasha than anybody else I know….and Mike…well….he knows just about as much as me…but he's better at bowling…

With their aid, I shall NEVER misspell a word again! (There's still a chance, but a smaller one at that…)

DSC: For the fourth time…in a row….I do NOT own ANYTHING FMA, or anything even closely similar, no matter how much I wish….but I can still dream….AND YOU CAN'T TAKE THAT AWAY FROM ME! Well…maybe you can….BUT ONLY IF YOU HAVE 35 TWELVE PACKS OF MOUNTAIN DEW AND A MOUNTAIN MADE OF SNICKERS AND SWEET TARTS! (oh...and Pixie Stix, can't forget the Pixie Stix...)

WARNING: Last chapter should tell you, that this IS a graphic, violent, and vulgar story…including Blood/Gore (Refer to VIOLENCE portion of warning…)

And the worst part…the beloved characters of FMA being killed off….that's right….character death…I'm sorry…..

As usual, here are the last few lines of the previous chapter.

"It's time to finish this…" Scar suddenly got a serious look on his face, "Goodbye…Alphonse Elric…"

"No!" Ed screamed. Before Ed could do anything else, his eyes went black. The only thing left was his ears, to make out the electrifying sound Scar's arm always made when he used his deadly alchemy. Edward wished he had gone deaf…wished he could've just reached up and ripped his own ears off…done anything possible to prevent himself from hearing his brother's screaming voice, and the gut-wrenching, splattering sound of his brother's life being torn away.

Here it comes, the sequel to 'The Cries of a Loved One'

Chapter 4 - Al's Death, and Ed's Revenge

"Edward…." Ed heard a soft, familiar voice calling his name.

"Edward…." It repeated.

"Al?" Ed's vision slowly began to return. As Ed stared up at the night sky, he could make out a blurred face hovering over him.

"Edward, get up…" Ed's vision became slightly clearer as he could make out a patch of soft golden hair.

"Alphonse!" Ed couldn't believe it. He thought his brother was dead! Ed wrapped his arms around the figure, noticing immediately that it wasn't Al.

"I'm sorry, Ed…" Ed could tell who it was now. It was a woman. Only a few inches taller than Ed, but with shorter hair. Lieutenant Reza Hawkeye.

"Sorry, lieutenant." Ed said, removing his arms from her shoulders.

"Its okay Ed," Hawkeye said with a strong hint of sympathy, "You're not hurt, are you?"

"Well, not in case you call a knife in your back okay, otherwise, I'm fine!" Ed sat up and realized where he was. Still in the alley.

"Where's Al!" Ed snapped back to the sounds he heard before he passed out.

"…" Hawkeye stared at her feet with a sad look on her face.

"WHERE IS HE!"Ed shouted at the woman. Ed shoved her aside and searched the darkened alley for any sign of his brother. His eyes darted from person to person. But all of them were wearing a police uniform or the standard blue and grey state alchemist's coat. Ed saw a group of policemen all huddled over something towards the end of the alley.

"No..." Ed couldn't beleive what he was thinking, but he had to check. The older Elric ran towards the group and frantically pushed his way to the front.

"Get the fuck out of my way!" He shouted at a man, pushing him violently out of his path. When Ed reached the middle of the pack, he realized that his suspicions were correct. There, lying in a pool of blood, was the body of his dead brother. A good-sized piece of his neck missing.

"No...Alphonse..." Ed fell to his knees, tears streaming from his eyes, "How could you Al...How could you leave me like this!" Ed threw his metal fist into the ground, making a small crater in the cement.

"Get that boy outta' here!" one of the policemen called. Two other men pushed their way through the crowd and approached Ed, each grabbing an arm. As soon as their fingers touched Ed, he screamed.

"DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH ME!" Ed threw the men back, making them collide with the others.

"Don't do that again..." A tall, familiar man said. It was Major Armstrong.

"I knew how much those two boys loved each other, and if I know Ed, he will fight each and every one of you off if you try to take him away from his brother." Ed just sat there, waterfalls of tears still sliding down his face. Ed began clapping his hands together and placing them on the heart of his brother, attempting to use alchemy to brimg him back.

"Come on...WORK!" Ed removed the watch from his pocket and wrapped it's chain around his hand, experimenting if the alchemic enhancers would have any more of an effect. But it did nothing.

"Damnit Al!" Ed shouted, touching the ground, "I won't let you leave me! We were supposed to grow up together! We're still just kids!" Ed broke down. He buried his face in his brother's bloodstained shirt, sobbing like a mother that lost her only child.

"Edward, get up...I know you're experiencing a great loss, but please, come with me and Major Armstrong, we need to ask you a few questions."

"QUESTIONS? AT A TIME LIKE THIS!" Ed shouted at the woman, "YOU MUST HAVE BEEN HANGING AROUND MUSTANG FOR WAY TOO DAMN LONG, YOU SOUND JUST LIKE HIM!"

"Listen Edward!" Hawkeye shook Ed violently, "Your brother is gone...there is nothing you can do!"

"Get the fuck away from me!" Ed shreiked, slamming his hands on the ground next to the lifeless body of his beloved sibling. A long, black car pulled up just outside the alley. As it slowed to a stop, the rear door swung open and out-stepped a tall man with dark hair and a pair of white gloves.

"C...Colonel..." Lieutenenant Hawkeye saluted.

"At ease," The man said softly. The dark-haired man strolled silently over to the greiving Elric brother, placing a soft, gloved hand over his shoulder.

"I'm terribly sorry for your loss, Mr. Elric, but I have buisiness to attend to." Roy turned to address the crowd.

"Did anybody see the man responsible for this?" Roy said aloud. Nobody spoke. Roy asked again. And again, nobody said a thing.

"I'm sorry Ed, I guess we don't know who did this..."

"You know who did it just as well as I do...Don't play dumb." Ed stood up and wiped the blood from his face.

"This was found in the boy's hand, sir." One of Roy's subordinates handed him a piece of yellow cloth, half stained with blood.

"Listen to the kid," Roy dropped the cloth, "I already know who did this, it was Scar."

Everybody else seemed surprised at the news. Ed reached over and picked up the piece of Scar's jacket, vowing to stuff the damned thing down Scar's throat the next time he sees him...as well as a few other 'choice' items...

"Don't worry Ed, we'll get him..." Hawkeye tried her best to try and cheer up the still teary-eyed boy.

"No, you won't..." Ed replied, "You guys won't do anything, I'll get him myself..."

"I can't allow you to do that Edward." Roy turned to face the Elric boy again, "I have strict orders to capture and question this murderer."

"Question him!" Ed couldn't believe his ears. "Why in the hell would you question that asshole! He needs the fucking elecrtic chair!"

"Still, the Fuhrer wants him alive, so he'll get him alive." Roy placed his hands in his pockets, his usual stance when he knows he's right.

"I don't give a rat's ass what the Fuhrer wants!" Ed shouted, "I'm finding him, and I'm killing him!"

"Fine, do as you will," Roy said, "But first thing's first, we must give your brother a proper burial."

"No shit..." Ed walked over to his brother and knealt down beside him. He found his jacket and tore off a sleeve to use as a tourniquett to stop the still-oozing blood. As Ed tied the knot around his brother's neck, he leaned over and placed a pair of tear-soaked lips to Al's cheek.

"I'll get him back for you Al..." Ed's tears began flowing heavily again as he picked his sibling up the same way Al had done to him when he broke his ribs. The group of police fanned out, creating a path for the blonde boy to follow to the ambulance that was parked out in the gutter.

The next day, Al's burial services were held in Risembool and were carried out as according to Ed's plans. Al was placed in a black coffin with the Elric insignia on the top of the casket. Al's memorial was long and tear-jerking, as one by one, all of his friends stood up to deliver their speeches about 'What a good person he was,' or 'how much they will miss him.' Even Izumi stood to speak on behalf of her departed student. Then, it was Ed's turn. Ed stood and walked to the front, brushing lint off the front off his black tux. As he stood at the podium, he looked out at all the crying faces.

"Alphonse..." Ed began, "A friend to many, a brother to me. Alphonse died a soldier's death, choosing to put himself in danger to save me. He may not live on in a physical form, but he will always remain in each, and every one of our hearts. Now that he's moved on, leaving this horrible world behind, he can now be with all of us, protecting you all as he did me." Edward's speech continued on for another few minutes, causing many to laugh at the good times, and cry from the bad. "I remember when we were kids..." Ed laughed, "When it was mom's birthday...we decided to use alchemy as a surprise to show her how much our powers had grown, each of us making her a gift by oursleves. I made her a little metal cow...and Al...that slacker of a kid...copied me. Of course, his wasn't as good as mine...but mom loved both of them the same..." Ed reached into his pocket and pulled out a small item wrapped in cloth. Ed removed the wrapping and revealed a small, disfigured, metal cow. The one Al had made so many years ago. Ed turned and walked over to the open casket and placed the figurine in his brother's arms. He then leaned over and placed a soft kiss on Al's forhead.

"Don't worry Al..." Edward wispered to his brother, "You won't be alone...You'll finally get to see mom again..." A small tear trickled down Ed's face and dripped off onto his brother's cheek.

"I love you, Al..."

Al: sniff...That was sooooo sad!

Me: sniffs also I know...wasn't it?

Ed: sniffs louder than us

Me: Aww, Ed...You're crying...

Ed: turns and sticks his nose in the air

Me: WTF?

Al: He said he wasn't talking to you...

Me: Well why not?

Al: Well...maybe it's because...YOU KILLED ME!

Me: gasps Ed...Is this true?

Ed: nods

Me: Grabs his chest oh...that hurts...but...I'm still letting you get revenge!

Ed: Oh...Well...You still shouldn't have killed Al...

Me: I know...but...(Trails off)

Editor: Okay folks...this is gonna go on forever...so just read the piece of the next chapter and go...hurry! While you still have a chance!

Chapter 5 - Ed Takes Action

"Be careful, Ed..." Winrey said as Ed started down the path to the station.

"Don't worry about me..." Ed said, "You should be worrying about what the Fuhrer is gonna do to Roy when he brings Scar back in a matchbox!" Ed darted down the path, a pack slung over his shoulder full of 'new parts' that Winrey made especially for his Automail arm.