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WARNING: cursing and blood

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Three Shallow Scratches

Al paced back and forth nervously in the white room. Brother, Al thought, What happened? With a sigh, he sat down in the large chair adjacent to Ed's bed. Sqqquuuuuuueeee. Al's head snapped towards the opening door of the infirmary. Al slowly relaxed as the raven haired man gently closed the door behind him. But alas, this man was no ordinary man. He was Colonel Roy Mustang of Central Command, also known as The Flame Alchemist, or Colonel Bastard to Ed. He is the only state alchemist, or any alchemist who can use Fire Alchemy. Roy has a burning (no pun intended) desire to be at the top, to be Fuhrer.

"What happened?" The man asked in a monotone voice.

"I-I'm not quite sure Colonel." Al's shaky voice responded. Roy let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Tell me all you know." Roy said in a husky voice.

"Well, I had just made Ed breakfast this morning, and then he started acting...strange..." Al attempted to explain.

"What do you mean by strange?" The raven asked suspiciously.

"Well, he was clutching the sides of his head...and he was saying things, like he was talking to himself or something. Then, he looked at me, and kinda fell over..." Al replied. He glanced at Edward's still form laying in the bed. They didn't know what was really going on inside Ed's body.

MEANWHILE, INSIDE ED'S BODY:

Ed glanced around the dark room. The only light was from a single candle on a small bedside table. The windows were dark, and there was a bed with red sheets and a black comforter beside the small table. Ed sat on the dimly illuminated bed. Where am I? Ed thought, a chill running down his spine.

"Al?"

"Winry?"

"Colonel Bastard?"

I need to get out of here...He glanced around the room once more, noticing two doors. He stood up and walked to the one furthest across the room. He slid his flesh hand around the cold doorknob, and tried to open it. Locked.

"Damn" Ed cursed under his breath. As he neared the second door, his heart beat accelerated, and he got a somewhat tight feeling in his chest. He froze as he heard nails from beyond the door before him, He gulped. Ed transmuted the top of his automail into his signature blade. He reached his other shaking hand towards the doorknob.

"D-Damien?" he asked as turned the knob slowly. He bit his lip as he quickly wrenched open the door. As he did, a cold, dark mass of air surged through him, he screamed, but no one heard him. He noticed the room was only a closet, not a way out. He slowly backed away from the door, his breathing loud and shaky.

"You called?" A sharp voice said from behind. Ed whipped around, blade sticking out of automail, and stabbed it. Damien. Ed realized. He slowly looked up at his own conscience.

Before him stood a tall male, roughly a few years older than him. He had hair like Ed's, but down, and freely flowing down his back, a duller version of Ed's golden locks, with black tips. His eyes were blood red, and his skin was pale. He towered over Ed, making him tremble in fear. On his face, he wore a deadly smirk and glare.

"A-are you?" Ed stuttered, eyes wide in fear.

"Yes, I am Damien." The now familiar voice said.

"W-Where.." Ed bit his lip, the courage slowly building up inside of him. "Where the fuck are we?!" He furiously asked.

"You really are pathetic, we are in my room." Ed tilted his head at Damien's response. "It's in your mind, dummy." Damien glanced down at Ed's automail, the blade embedded in the older teen's skin. Ed pulled it out, courage diminishing once more. There was no blood, almost as if Damien were unaffected. But, it hurt him emotionally, because deep, deep down inside of him, he really did still care for the boy.

Ed tried to explain as anger took over Damien's face. "I'm sooooo sorry. Y-you see, I had just been so scared and-"

"Don't you EVER do anything like that again, you freak," Damien snarled. He lifted up his hand, showing Ed his fingernails that were each about two inches long, sharpened to a deadly point. He growled and slashed Ed across the chest, ripping his black shirt as some blood seeped from the fresh cuts. Ed cried out in pain, slamming his back against the wall and sliding down, clutching his chest.

"I-I'm sorry." whimpered Ed.

"Whatever." The spirit growled. "Now, get out."

"W-what." Ed grimaced.

"Get. Out. Do I have to make it any more clearer?! Get. OUT! NOW!" Damien screamed at the younger teen.

"How?" Asked Ed, mouth agape.

His dark conscience sat on the bed and rolled his eyes before tossing a small metal object at Ed. Ed looked down at the shiny object, glinting in the light.

"It's a key. Now. Get. OUT!" The spirit yelled. Ed stood up, the pain in his chest dulling, as he walked towards the door. He put the key in the lock and started to turn it. He opened the door, a blinding white light filled the small room. Ed stuffed the key into his back was about to walk out when Damien's voice stopped him.

"Say anything, and I attack Al's blood seal." He threatened as Ed gasped. Ed clenched his fists and muttered the word, "Fine." before continuing out the door.

BACK INTO THE INFIRMARY ROOM WHERE WE LEFT OFF:

"Hmmm," the Flame Alchemist pondered aloud."Well, did he do anything...out of the ordinary before this...incident?"

"Well," continued Al, " last night, he was sweating and shaking last night...a-and I was really worried, but this morning he said it was just a nightmare..."

"Alphonse, nightmares are a normal thing, everybody gets them from time to time." Roy said in a slightly annoyed voice.

Al looked away and replied in a sad voice, "Sorry colonel, I haven't slept in years. It's kind of impossible with this body." Roy mustang sat up straight, realizing his mistake.

"Al, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to make you upset..." Roy said sincerely.

"I-It's okay colonel, I'm thankful for the body I have." Al let out a sad chuckle. "I remember back when-"

"Uuughhhhmmmnnnnnn" Al looked over at the bed to see his older brother rolling over, clutching his chest. Al sped to his brother's side and held his older brother's hand.

"Maybe another nightmare?" He wondered aloud.

Roy shook his head, "I don't know."

The nurse walked in. Alphonse walked over to her and asked in a worried tone, "What's wrong with my brother?!"

The nurse sighed and shook her head, "We can't seem to figure it out. We've tried everything. There's no telling wha-"

"A-Al?" Ed's tired voice asked. Al was there in an instant.

"Yes brother?" Al asked eagerly.

"Can we go home now?"

The nurse sighed, "Thank goodness he's alright... But you should keep an eye on him, though...Okay well, I assume he's in good hands, so he's free to go. Goodbye now! Have a nice day!"

Al responded in a relieved tone, "Thank you!"

So the Colonel drove the boys back to their apartment building, and gave Ed the remainder of the week off. After eating a large dinner, Ed sat on his bed.

"I'm stuffed." Said Ed, smiling.

"So, brother..." Al didn't really know where to start so he simply asked, "What happened?"

Ed really didn't want to talk about it, so changed the topic back to that night's dinner.

"The mashed potatoes are good."

"Brother..."

"But the steak was a little chewy."

"Ed.."

"You should really make that again someday."

"BROTHER!"

"So how's the weather?"

"ED!"

Ed looked down and sighed, "It was nothing Al, I'm tired. I want to go to bed."

"Tell me," The younger sibling pleaded. "Please?"

"It's nothing, okay!" Ed growled angrily.

Al stood up, "THAT'S IT! Brother, you never tell my anything anymore. First you lied about crying, and now this? It's not fair."

Ed sighed, "Look Al, I'm sorry, it's just that..."

"Just what, brother? Just what?" Al asked, voice softening.

Ed was at a loss for words. He bit his lip and shook his head.

"I knew it." spat Al, as he stood up and stormed out of the room.

Ed shook his head as tears threatened to overflow. He layed on his back but felt something poking his behind. He reached into his back pocket. The Key!He thought clutching the small piece of metal. He got a piece of string from the drawer in his bedside table and made a makeshift necklace, with the key attached. He slipped it around his slender neck, and tucked it into his shirt. Wait.He thought, but if the key is real, then that means-! Ed stood up and walked to the full-length mirror on the back of the door. He lifted up his shirt.

Ed saw three shallow scratches.

TriforceLover: Ok there's Chapter 5! I hope you guys enjoyed! And just for being so amazing, I want to make Ed do something for you.

Ed: Oh no.

TriforceLover: Oh yes. *whispers in ear*

Ed: No.

Damien: yes

Ed: ...

Damien: *holds up sword to Al's blood seal*

Ed: NO! Okay fine. *mutters* RoyMustangisdeadsexyinaminis kirtthatis.

Damien: *smirks* louder.

Ed: ROYMUSTANGISDEADSEXYINAMINIS KIRTTHATIS!

TriforceLover: Say it like you mean it!

Ed: *sighs and turns to fangirls* Roy Mustang is dead sexy! ( fangirls nosebleed ) In a miniskirt, that is. There. Happy?

TriforceLover and Damien: YES! ^^