Nobody wants him
He just stares at the world
Planning his vengeance
That he will soon unfurl
He sat there in the corner, unable to move since the homunculus Gluttony ate his metal arms and legs. The one good thing about being a suit of armor was you could always be fixed, as long as your blood-seal was intact (which it was). The people in-and-out of the hospital room ignored him, like he wasn't even there, and when they did notice him, their eyes said, "You poor freak" before quickly looking elsewhere. 'Stop looking like that. I know I'm different. Why don't you people judge me after you know what I've been through. Do you actually think I wanted to be like this? If you knew what it was like to-' and during the middle of his thinking, Alphonse smiled to himself . . . a dark, evil smile. He knew what he was going to do: after he was finished, no one would ever look at him or his brother like they were freaks ever again. He looked over at Ed and Winry who were fussing that Ed hadn't drank his milk, which brought back Al's bad mood from moments before.
Winry was yelling and shoving the glass of milk in Ed's face, "How do you expect to get taller if you don't drink your milk!" "I hate milk! It's nasty and disgusting and it comes out of a cow!-" Ed yelled back. "Just drink the dumb milk, Ed" Al said from his spot in the corner. "Oh yeah," Ed said with a smug look, "you didn't have to do anything to get that big." "Shut-up." Silence. "Ed, are you and Al fighting," Winry asked, not getting an answer "That's just like you, going off into danger, not telling me anything . . . I don't know you anymore!" she cried, then ran out of the room.
"I'll be on the roof when you're done" Al said an called one of the officers outside the door to take him there. Once alone, he could plan out the whole thing. And the best part about being alone on the roof was no one would hear him laughing evilly all to him-self.