Demons
Who said they didn't exist. Pitchforks and fangs excluded, they lurk everywhere in my world.
In my dreams.
We are plagued by them, you and I. By the faces that never sleep inside of us. Plagued by the screams that won't stop and by the eyes that bore into us as we struck the final blow.
I am glad. Glad you didn't kill those men.
You wouldn't do as I'd done. You wouldn't try to take your own life. Fullmetal, you would've survived. And that would've been your undoing.
A man can't sleep at night knowing someone hates him. Hates him for taking away the people they love. The voices that sang them to sleep at night. The children they bore. The husbands and wives they married.
I haven't had one night of peace.
Not even after burying myself into the hot flesh of a woman. That once seemed to remedy it, until I began to scare others than myself with the screams.
Their screams became mine Ed. I can't stop screaming at night.
Peace, it only comes now and then. I believe in vengeance, so how long do I wait until some child, some mother, some father, someone's….someone's brother, Ed, comes to kill me. Kill me for what I've done.
You don't think it's bad?
Children. Children. Innocent, and afraid, I murdered them to survive.
Eyes can see the soul. And sometimes they scorch it.
There has never been a greater punishment for me, other than the death I deserve, than the emptiness I feel. I would take a miracle for me to be what I once was. Who I once was. That person, that person was warm.
I can't even say I was only doing my job. Though I was.
How long can a man hide behind his lies? His excuses until he breaks? If you think I'm strong, you'd better be damned ready to bleed to get this strong. Everything has a price. Equal exchange, right.
So its safe to say that the more powerful I become, the weaker someone else has to be. So my pain, in a way, eases theirs. If I suffer, it's because they suffered. And if someone suffered this much, by my hands, damnit, I deserve the death I know is coming.
If there is a God, let him give me one thing.
Give me hell. Because it couldn't possibly be worse than this.
I always wondered, if the Flame Alchemist shared anything with Ed, it would definitely be about the pain of his past. They do have a lot in common don't they….
Anyway, just to ease a little confusion, I set this little sit down right after ep...I forget, but its when Ed finds out about the lab, and he's supposed to kill a crap load of inmates...but he can't...oh well, I can't think. I have fumes stuck up my nose.