Disclaimer: Once again Full metal Alchemist doesn't blong to me no matter how much I wish it does.

Warnings: This story will have Yaoi in it, so if you do not like it, don't read.

Author's note: I'm dedicating this chapter to my very talented friend ShadedRogue if it wasn't for her I'd probably have never written this.

.:Chapter Two:.

The fire still roared fiercely behind them, cracks from the wood echoed in the now silent alley.

Roy stared at the boy, his coal black eyes focused on the boy, it was impossible. There was no way in hell the boy's fiery determination could have been broken. It was the one thing in this world he'd been sure of never disappearing. He cleared his throat, and opened his mouth to speak as hard as he tried to speak his words wouldn't leave his mouth.

Jean Havoc stood next to Riza; his cigarette had fallen to the ground from seeing Edward. He was dumbfounded, their brat had been broken. He shot a glance at Hawkeye; she didn't look any better than he felt.

His hair fanned out in the wind the blonde locks falling from their bounds. Arms hung limply at his side, the streaks where the tears had fallen drying slowly. His escape had been foiled, by the one he hated most. The void eyes went to the others of Roy's loyal subordinates as they made their way into the alley. His hands balled into fists; looking over his shoulder he watched the flames.

Images of Al lying dead on the ground flashed in his mind, eyebrows knitted together twitching ever so slightly. Why did they have to follow him, couldn't he just be left alone? He wasn't good for anything anymore, why did they pursue him. The tears that he had been holding back suddenly flowed down his cheeks. He looked down at the ground his face obscured by shadows. He bit down on his lip; he wouldn't let them see him helpless. It was the only he couldn't do, he swung his head towards Roy.

Normally the look of concern on his commanding officer's face would make him question his intentions. His hands when still no longer in fists. He rose them the metal one glinting from the flames. The quickly pressed them together, the sound of them hitting lingered in the air. He knelt placing them gently on the ground. Anything to get away from them that is what he'd do.

The blue light of his alchemy flared out, making the flames part so he had enough room to get through. Now at least he wouldn't get hurt. They didn't need to worry about him, it wasn't their problem. He rose silently, feet turning towards the flames. His golden orbs intently looking at the escape path he'd created.

Roy took a few steps forward, finally catching on to the boys actions. "Full metal stop." He repeated the words that he knew would pass through the boy's ears.

The sound of his footsteps, made Edward cringe. He didn't look back, his military uniform swayed as he moved towards freedom. Where he would go was unknown still. His eyes shut quickly and he started to run once more.

A crash of thunder sounded, rain fell to the ground hard. The flames from the colonel were dying. Roy cursed silently, he couldn't do anything to stop him, he couldn't use his alchemy.

"Sir?" Riza's voice broke the silence, "what now?"

He hesitated; he had no clue what to do now. He watched the form disappearing from the alley; it wasn't too late to follow Edward. "Nothing." His words betrayed what he actually wanted. He wanted to help the boy, to do anything to stop him from running from his past.

Hawkeye kept quiet, the rain falling heavily on the group. "Understood sir."

Edwards finally came to a stop next to an abandoned house. He glanced over at it, his tears hidden by the rain. It was a place he could hide from them. Even f it was only for a while. He couldn't return to the dorm, he had spent most of his time remembering the fun times with Al.

His feet traveled to the door, his hand grasping the doorknob tightly, he turned his hand the sound of a click heard. Pulling it open, he entered the building. Dust covered every surface; this at least was something to take his mind of his brother. At least that is, he hoped it would.

He moved slowly, every movement he did sounding out loudly. Everything felt numb to the boy; emotions like happiness were nonexistent to him. He made his way through the empty building, feet moving without thinking. He came to a stop at a set of stairs; his hand quickly flew to his head. He clutched the side of his head; a soft whimper came from him.

'Nii-san!'

His eyes shut tightly, legs giving out. He slumped to the floor. Tears cascaded down his cheeks, "S-stop..." He pleaded to the memories about to fill his head once again. His words fell on deaf ears as the barrier he'd attempted so hard to keep up crumbled.

The empty suit of armor was still on the ground, it battered and ripped apart. The helm of his brother strewn across the room, there wasn't need to check the seal. It was gone, the whole area around it.

A strangled sob emitted from him, his arms slowly wrapping around his frame. He shook his head violently, "Go away!" He called out in the empty house. Nothing could make the image of his dead brother disappear, nothing at all. What he wouldn't give to forget, pretend it never happened.

Edward took in a shaky breath, "Impossible." He told himself, there was no way he could erase that image haunting him. He bit down on his lip until blood was drawn; he shuddered at the coppery taste in his mouth. His body was wracked with sobs, his broken frame shook.

He really was alone in the world without Al, nothing mattered anymore. His life insignificant without the younger Elric. His golden locks now were falling in his face, but he made no attempts to push them away.

Another sob came, he was useless. Pathetic, he couldn't even save the only thing he had left, what good was he to any one? Why did he deserve to keep living, when life was taken from the center of his universe?

The light caught something and an object near him glinted. His amber eyes slowly rose, focusing on the shards of glass near him. They shone when the light hit it, he watched dimly aware of his surroundings.

Inside the internal conflict still raged wildly, he couldn't stop blaming himself, and wishing he too was dead. He didn't notice as his metal hand drew closer to the razor sharp shards. His head was tilted to the side more hair covering his face, he brought his hand back to him.

He hissed as he pressed the glass into his left forearm, he pulled it downwards before removing it from his pale skin. Blood beaded up from the large wound, an emotionless smile was placed on his lips. The crimson liquid stained his uniform, and ran down the flesh. It fell to the ground in drops; he studied it with a sick fascination.

An idea soon flooded his mind, not for the first time in his life though. If the boy had been thinking clearly he would never ever dream of once again considering it. He leaned forwards as the far too familiar transmutation circle was drawn with his blood. At the moment equivalent exchange didn't matter to him, no nothing did. Just Al, he needed his brother. He had always depended on him, without him life wasn't worth living.

As he finished the circle he sat on his knees, eyes focused directly in front of him. Nothing could stop him now, he would complete the transmutation. The punishment the gate would set upon him didn't frighten him at all; the lifeless eyes quickly scanned the array.

He smashed his hands together and placed them upon the array. The emotionless smile grew as the bright light of his alchemy flashed around the empty house, it flared out. The house seemed to glow eerily in the rain storm.

Edward remained motionless, Al would be brought back.

He'd resurrect him, and everything would grow to be normal again.

The last thing the boy remembered was the brightness of the gate as he lost consciousness.

.: --x--:.

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- Kena-san