Deleting new story to write NEW NEW STORY! Lol. Okay. I just finished watching the movie last night and omg it was sweet. Therefore I have finally gotten the inspiration needed to write a story. If you don't like spoilers then I suggest you don't read this because this story is based after the movie so with that said enjoy!
Edward Elric formally the full metal alchemist sat at the hotel window staring out into the night sky. He looked down thoughtfully at his auto mail as Nazi soldiers patrolled the streets below him. Germany was changing drastically in a short amount of time. He feared that soon it would not be safe for him or Alphonse for much longer.
"Brother….I've…found you." He sighed in his sleep. Ed glanced over in his younger brother's direction and smiled to himself. Al had kicked the covers off again, he always did that. Ed walked over to him bringing the quilt over his brother and ran a hand through his bangs.
'Even though it's been two years since Al and I were reunited he still has those dreams but I guess there better than those damned nightmares.' Ed thought to himself and sat on the other side of the bed getting under the covers. He faced Alphonse enjoying his warmth and the way his eyes moved under his lids as he dreamed.
"I'm here Al and I'm not going anywhere again." He whispered squeezing Al's hand before drifting off to sleep.
On another side of the city, underneath the city to be precise, a young girl writhed and screamed in pain.
"Tell us unless you want your flesh burned more." Her captor said calmly brining the hot iron to brush against her cheek. She cried out glaring at them with bright golden eyes.
"I don't know whom you are taking about!" She screamed angrily. Her captor let out an irritated growl and rested the iron on the bridge of her nose.
"What has become of Hohenheim Elric? Where is your father?"
"Britton enough." A deep voice commanded as a tall man approached.
"Yes sir." The other said and backed away from the girl. This second man sported the swastika on his right arm proudly and smirked at the now battered young woman chained before him.
"Perhaps we have the wrong one…" He said trailing off digging a picture out of his pocket. He looked from the picture to the girl and the back again.
"No. You are the female identical to this man there is no doubt he has to be your father." The officer said.
"I never knew my father. As far as I'm concerned that bastard is dead." She breathed heavily trying to ignore her seared flesh.
"Well that may be so Sierra Elric or it may not be. As far as I'm concerned however, one way or the other, we will find Hoehenheims whereabouts." The officer said and left. Sierra waited until both officers were gone before going back to work on the wall. After scanning her prison she had noticed a carpenters nail protruding somewhat out of a wooden beam. Her finger tips were already bloody from scratching at it and her thumb nail threatened to rip off at the cuticle but still she dug at it determined to free herself from her chains and flee Nazi Germany forever.