Please be kind when reading and reviewing this. It's my first time trying a FMA fanfiction, and I only just got into the series this week. This is only a short bit, but most likely all of the chapters will be small because I'm only doing this for fun.Once or twice a weekI'm going to write as much as I can, and call that a chapter. Bad me, I know.
Warnings: Rape, torture, lemon(yaoi and straight)... most of which will be written badly, onec I get there.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own FullMetal Alchemist. If I did, this wouldn't be a fanfiction and no one would be allowed to read/watch it.
Everything has a Price
Chapter One, What is your price?
"Edward Elric... correct?"
Edward sat up in his bed, rubbing the back of his head lazily. Past the thick shadows in the room, and his eyes still blurred due to being half asleep, he could barely make out the figure dressed in white that stood at the end of his bed. He blinked once, then twice, in an attempt to focus his eyes. It worked, slowly, though for some reason there was still a strange haze around the edges.
"Who... 're you?" he asked, slurring his words together just a little.
The woman smiled softly. "So you are him, then? Just as I expected..."
"Huh? Expect...ed?" He shook his head. It was so hard to concentrate on what the woman was saying. He voice sounded so far away, echoing in the hollows of his mind.
"Edward, what's your price?"
Okay. He really wasn't following her now. Price...?
She giggled, and stepped closer towards the window that was a few feet away from his bed.
"You're price of freedom, of course, Edward," she explained. Her voice was condescending, as if he should have understood exactly what she meant without the explanation.
"My price of freedom?" he repeated, sounding as confused as he was. "I... Huh?"
She was gone suddenly. He glanced frantically about the room, but there was no sign of the woman in white. There was no one, but Alphonse laying on the other bed across the room.
He sighed heavily, muttering under his breath before laying back down, "I must be dreaming..."
Edward's eyes fluttered open. He was laying in his bed, in the hotel room. The curtains were drawn, leaving the room darkened. Only a faint light from outside managed to filter in, though even that seemed dark and grey in its own way. He could hear the soft pitter patter of rain striking the window.
He pushed himself up into a sitting position and sighed. A quick glance around told him that that Alphonse wasn't in the room, but that didn't panic him. He knew that his brother had plans to go out, anyways, to the city's generallibrary for some studying. They had been supposed to go out together, but he must have overslept and Alphonse left without him.
Another sigh escaped him. "What a strange dream," he mumbled, recalling the woman in the white dress. "Who was she...?"
"Edward, what's your price?"
He sat up straight, staring at the window that she had walked towards. In his dream she had, anyways. Now there was noindication that anyone had been in the room. If there had been, he was sure that no one would have let him sleep in so late. Especially not Colonel Roy Mustang. No, he probably would have made some sort of comment that would have provoked the golden haired teen from his sleep by calling him small.
His eye twitched at the thought.
Edward swung his legs over the side of the bed and reached over for his clothes. He was running late. Alphonse was probably being a"good little brother" and was waiting patiently at the library for him, even if people looked at him strangely because of the armour he was in.
"I should get going," he decided with yet another small sigh. He wasn't looking forward to having to run in the rain, and better yet, he was still tired. It was a great start to the day.