What Lies Beyond the Gate
We, at one time, did not know anything of Alchemy, but as we progressed one about mom's death…we came to know a lot more than needed…
!DISCLAIMER! – I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist, though…I really wish I did! ;.;
Chapter One – Problems with the Flow of Life; The Gate
As Ed said earlier, there are two types of people. The Complicators-those who complicate things to the max-and, the Emphasizors-those who emphasize, or make things seem easier than they really are. But there is much more to it than just complicating and emphasizing things. We, as a human race, did not create ourselves.
Neither did the so-called God. We evolved through-out the years from primates to…humans. But, where do you think primates came from? The Gate. That is our only answer. The Gate's flow of life is keeping us alive still today. So far, not a single alchemist knows how, or why, the Gate was created. All the Gate does is make us repeat ourselves a hundred or so times.
But, how is alchemy involved? Simple. Through the Gate is a parallel world that me, Alphonse Elric, and my brother, Edward Elric, live in as of right now. However, we cannot determine whether or not alchemy will suddenly make us…shall I say, incomplete?
My brother and I suffered from the Gate, for we did something truly forbidden, and though I'm finally back to normal, my brother still suffers the incapability of having his own limbs. He only has two REAL limbs and two metal prosthetics; we call it auto-mail.
Though we know the Gate exists, we have never TRULY felt its power. But now, as the two worlds it binds together is in deep trouble (Which might I add was Ed's fault…), Ed and I have to close the Gate, for it will destroy us all if it continues the way it is.
(A/N: I'm in THIRD PERSON mode now, just to let you know.)
Staring into the deep tunnel of bright and brilliant shades of gold and yellow, he shaded his eyes with one hand, as a heavy gust of wind shot at him. He didn't budge, though his long, brown coat went whipping around, twisting and flapping, making sounds, that of a flag in the wind would.
It was indeed a sigh now human would want to see happen, though he had seen it one too many times for it to be 'unbelievable'. However, if you would ask this man what his past life was like, he would most likely turn and walk away without a word. It was a horrible and tragic past, one that he could never forget, whether you wiped his memories away a thousand times or not.
Standing before the two iron doors when he was just 9 years of age was a great deal of horror, for what reached out of those doors was nothing more than falsely created humans awaiting to be born. Those creatures had put a deep grip on his body, holding him in place so he couldn't move. However, he could still move. He fought those monsters as he reached for his brother.
But it was too late.
Too late for him and too late for his brother.
Or was it?
Who was this man standing before the Gate, in old-style clothes consisting of a white shirt, brown vest, and black pants with a belt to hold them up, and black shoes, all hidden beneath a brown long coat? He was undoubtedly the prodigy alchemist from the Alpha world known as the Hagaren world; he was Edward Elric.
He took one step closer to the iron frame that the Gate had been created in. He still shaded is eyes as another, younger silhouette of a boy appeared behind him. "Brother! Don't!" He shouted. He as scared as Ed was, but Ed seemed to blow it all over as a side effect from the Gate.
"No, Al. Something's wrong with the Gate. We need to fix it here and now!" Shouted the man, taking off his brown coat, only to have it go flying away from the intense winds blowing. His foot slipped and he skidded back a few inches, but he soon regained his footing and continued to move forward.
Edward latched himself to a pole and held on tight. The winds were getting too harsh for him to be able to move much farther. He would have to be launched up into the Gate and close it from the other side.
These winds…I'll never make it through like this. I'll have to…damn…that's right-no alchemy on this side o the Gate, thought Edward. "Fine. I'll use that prototype rocket. It's barely ready to be launched, but I'm sure I can make it." Ed said to himself. Letting go of the pole, he let the winds push him back as he tumbled back to Alphonse, the younger of the two.
"Come on, Al. We're gonna launch that prototype I built." Ed said looking up from the ground. He was lying on his back looking up at a sweat-dropping Alphonse.
"Okay brother." Al said in response, holding out his hand to help the blonde boy up. Ed's golden eyes reflected upon the Gate and he and Al turned to the Rocket Launcher.
The rocket Ed spoke of was already in place. Ed set the timer for when it was to launch and he hopped in the driver's seat, right in front of Al who sat in the passenger's seat. "Ready?" Ed asked. Al nodded and buckled up. Ed did the same and the timer rang. Ed pulled on the handle to shut the rocket's over-roof–which was a window-like roof that fell down upon the driver and passenger, to protect and keep them safe.
It clicked shut and Ed pulled another handle to release the brakes and the rocket was launched into air. Ed set the rocket's engines to start up as soon as they hit around the upper balcony of the building they were in and as Ed set it, he pulled the engine-igniter and the rocket's flared up and sped up through the air quickly, entering upon the Gate's interior.
Ed and Al were frowning for they were both unable to see what was going on. But stayed calm, cool and collective as they made it through the Gate, them unharmed, but the rocket plane–they could not say the same for.
A/N: So, that would be chapter one. It was two FULL pages a forth of one on Microsoft Word. I typed all this up during the night shift of work, so don't get angry if it's a little…bad. I tried my best and that is ALL that counts, right?
-Smiles- I do have a dedication, however. It's to me friend Dunamis, who on Gaia Online, in my guild, Fullmetal Alchemist: A New Rising…, is our Roy Mustang role-player.