Chapter 3

Hey guys, the third chapter in 1 day! There usually wont be this many per day because of school, but as for now: Enjoy~

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist

Warning: Ed's foul mouth (and the voice's too)

Damien

Ed sat on his bed sighing. Al was usually back by now. Where is he? Ed thought. He lay his head on the soft pillow and rested his flesh arm over his eyes. He soon was in deep thought, Who was talking earlier? There was no one else there. Roy was home. Did I Imagine it? No, it was too real. But, it can't be-

"Oh I'm real." The unfamiliar voice said, reading the young teen's mind.

"Gah!" screeched Ed, falling off of his bed. He immediately used his legs to push him against the nearest wall, wide eyed in fear. "Who are you?! Where are you?! Gah!" It was unlike Ed to be this scared.

The voice laughed, "I am your worst nightmare. Yourself. Mwahahahaha."

Ed glared into space. "Show yourself!" He shouted. "You fucking coward!"

"Foolish boy, I'm not a coward. Your the one up against the wall, eyes as large as dinner plates." the voice accused bitterly. Ed bit his lip. "I've always been here. You've just now finally become weak enough for me to be noticed."

"W-what?" Ed shook his head, mouth agape. "Who are you?!" He yelled, anger boiling up inside of him.

"Well, you might say I am you. But, you can call me Damien. Everyone has a inner figure based off of Truth. He made us. Since you can only see him at The Gate, he decided to make the bond closer. He made everyone a personal inner version of him, yet not him, if that makes sense. But Truth didn't know that if penned up, the feelings of our anger, my anger, can boil up, and we can change. We were created to be guides of a sort, but I didn't like that. We are what some people call a conscience. At first, I was good, I did my job for the most part. But then, you decided not to listen to me about the taboo. One thing led to another, and I eventually got buried deep into the depths of your mind by your will to get you and your brother's bodies back. But now, you are weak, I made you haunted by the memories, and now, you are almost to your breaking point, and I'm back. Being inside of you was lonely, dark, and cold. You changed me. It's your fault. That's not the only thing that's your fault either, and you know it. You are of now, you can listen to me. The feelings of anger have turned into power. If your will to go on gets too low, or even your health, I might even be able to take over. For now, you can only hear me, but maybe if I get strong enough, you may be able to see me too." The voice, Damien, explained in a mocking, disgusted tone.

Ed couldn't believe it. He shook his head. "I'm going nuts. Look, I'm sorry about the taboo, don't you think I've already paid enough?" Anger shone in his golden eyes as his voice faltered. "I almost lost my brother and an arm and a leg. Can't you have sympathy?"

"Sympathy can only be granted for so long. At first, I was very sympathetic. I wish I could have been stronger and able to warn you further, but my flame of pity burned out long ago." he growled. "You are the lucky one," Damien yelled. "You get to live, socialize, and feel many feelings, whereas I, I can only feel anger. Pure, bitter anger. I'm kind of like your brother in a way." Ed remained silent, thinking over what Damien had just said.

Ed opened his mouth as if to say something, but was speechless. What could he say? His eyes began to water. Then, he thought back to what Damien had said about Truth and The Gate. "Damien, who is Truth, where is this gate you speak of?"

Damien smirked, but of course Ed couldn't see it, " should know, you met him yourself dumbass." Ed shook his head in confusion, scraping through every corner of his memory for anything of the sort. Then he remembered. He opened his eyes wide.

"Y-you mean-" Ed started, horrified.

"Yup. Right after the taboo. He is the reason you can do alchemy without a transmutation circle. You really are dumb, you know that?" Damien snarled bitterly.

Ed gritted his teeth. he squeezed his eyes shut as the memories flooded his mind. Damn it! He thought, grabbing the sides of his head. All he could do was sit there, as the all-too familiar scenes played through his mind of the cursed day of the failed attempt. He did remember hearing a small voice yelling at him, "Stop! Don't do it!" With a small chuckle, Damien was silent and Ed curled up into a small protective ball, rocking back and forth, until the memories slowly became less vivid as drowsiness came upon him. He tied back his golden hair and crawled into his stiff bed and fell into a nightmare. Moments later, Al walked through the door arms full with bags of groceries. Al looked at his brother, who had just fallen fast asleep. He looks so cute. Al thought.

"How can I stay mad at him?" Al whispered to himself. He then noticed small beads of sweat rolling down his elder brother's face. He moved closer and realized he was shaking. Al put a hand on Ed's forehead to feel for a fever, but as usual, didn't feel anything. It's because of my body. But brother will get it back. Al thought in a cheery tone. He sighed and settled for putting a wet washcloth over his forehead and pulled his covers up to his chin. Al looked at his brother's sleeping form, Sometimes, I feel like the older brother, he thought and let out a small giggle. "Goodnight brother." He whispered softly as he turned out the light and sat against the wall, waiting for morning to come.

TriforceLover: I finally explained the voice! YEY!

Ed: you say "yey" too much...

TriforceLover: Shut up shrimp!

Ed: *eye twitches* W-what did you say?

TriforceLover: *smirks* shrimp.

Ed: WHO ARE YOU CALLING A SHRIMP SO SMALL THAT-MPH! *Al puts hand over Ed's mouth, attempting to hold him back*

Al: Brother! Calm down!

TriforceLover: Thanks Al. *turns to readers* I hope you enjoyed! Please review! Thanks for reading, I will update soon!