It went through him.
It didn't dawn on him until he saw the homunculus smirking, his arm transformed into a spear.
Then he felt the pain. Millions of knives registers to his head.
Then he saw the blood. The blood seeping from his stomach. Faintly he felt blood dripping from his back.
His shocked eyes did not shut as the homunculus sharply changed the spear back into his normal arm.
Numb, he fell to the floor beside him on his back. Vaguely he felt blood seeping from his body and into his hair. Everywhere on his body.
"Brother..."
"Ed...ward...? EDWARRRRRDDDD!"
Who were those people talking? Who was Edward?
...His vision blurred.
His vision faded, but his eyes did not close.
He only saw a laughing figure looming over him.
And then, like a slap in the face, it dawned on him.
He was dead.
He...was...dead.
Dead.
No!
The theater slowly came back into view, although his view was still somewhat blurry.
The pain was still there, and his heart beat too slowly.
Ba-thump...Ba-thump...Ba...thump...Ba-thump...
He was not dead.
He was barely alive.
Suddenly, he noticed a large, bulking figure over him.
No! Y--you can't take me, my little brother needs me! Dammit, I'm not leaving!
As much as he wanted to fight, he couldn't find the strength. He was drained.
The figure rested a cold hand on his cheek, and the last thing he remembered was seeing a large, red glow.
Yeah...I know it was weird. You should know what's taking place here. Just a one-shot that came into my head after reading another fanfic about Ed dying.