Heh, wow! I sure got some crazy responses for this story. Didn't expect it of me, did you? After reading all my other stories, you should realize that the only thing you can expect from me is the unexpected. Sometimes my stories are happy, sometimes sad, sometimes dramatic, and sometimes, like this one, a little creepy. Hehe...Like I've said before, my mind is a scary place. You never know what to expect.

Anyway, hope that you enjoy this chapter. It's a little short, so I'm sorry about that. Tomorrow's chapter will be a bit longer. Please review though, and let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: I don't own FullMetal Alchemist. No amount of wishing will get me the rights to FullMetal Alchemist, so stop asking! (No one's asked, but I figured that I might as well play it safe. Heh.)

The two shivered with fear as they beheld the face of the young man who had been dead for nearly a year. The man in charge of the testing group looked around nervously for an exit. Edward stepped aside and motioned with his hands that the man was free to go anytime he pleased, which the man took advantage of and darted out of the room. Mustang wished he could do the same, but he knew that he wasn't going to be afforded that privilege.

"So, Roy," said Edward, turning to face the frightened Colonel, "What's this I hear about my little brother being forced to test an explosive which he'd never even intended for that purpose?"

Roy didn't bother to correct him about his rank. Somehow, he didn't think that that applied any longer, not to a zombie, at least.

"W-We thought it would be useful in helping Amestris win the war we're currently in," said Roy, nervously, "We all know that there are risks involved when we join the military."

"Yes…But," said Edward, "The substance the explosive is made out of is highly unstable. Al had intended to use it as an energy source once it had been perfected. He was only transmuting small amounts of the stuff for his experiments to keep himself and everyone around safe. You're asking him to transmute a larger amount than he's ever done before. That amount of unstable substance will not only destroy all those involved in the experiment, but all those in the city as well."

"We have taken every precaution to keep that from happening, and furthermore…" Roy was cut off by Edward.

"Have you already forgotten that I've crossed over into the spiritual realm? I can see things you can't. I have come back to stop this catastrophe from occurring."

Roy continued to shiver, and it was definitely not because he was cold.

Edward continued. "This body was the only way I could re-enter your world, but it is quite inadequate for me, since it is not alive, or in good condition. Would you care to lend me yours?"

Roy gasped. Was Ed asked to possess him? What kind of crazy fool would say yes to such a question? Perhaps Ed wasn't even going to wait for a yes, and just do it anyway.

"This will be a lot easier on you, Roy, if you don't try to resist," he said as he placed his hands on Roy's desk and stared deep into his eyes.

Roy cast his eyes down at Edward's gloved hands. The right one looked normal, thought that was to be expected, being an auto-mail arm. The left hand showed the outline of bones showing beneath the glove. Roy felt a knot in his stomach. He was so glad that Ed hadn't bothered to remove his gloves. He really did not want to see that hand.

He looked up at Edward again and gulped. He could have fought against him had he been a normal living being, but what could one do against a zombie?

"Don't worry," said Edward, "I'll leave you body as soon as my mission has been fulfilled."

With that, he grabbed Roy by the collar, closed his eyes, and waited. The body of Edward Elric fell to the floor without its master's soul to hold it up. Roy knew what had just happened. He had just been possessed by Edward Elric. What was going to happen now?

Yes, I know, majorly weird. That's pretty much all you can expect from me, hehe. Hope you liked it though. Review, and let me know what you think!