Edward stood, his arms hanging limply at his side, as he watched Gluttony tear into his little brother. He began to charge forward, but he was too late as the Sin bit into the blood seal and Alphonse gave one final scream as the one thing anchoring his soul to this world disappeared into the belly of the beast.
Edward's knees went weak, like jelly, as he saw his brother's light fade from the armor. His eyes became unfocused for a few seconds, but they suddenly went into hyperaware as he saw Gluttony continue to eat at Al.
Edward growled as he clapped his hands and pressed them into Gluttony's back. Gluttony stopped his ministrations and began the same process as the others. The Stone came up in globs, sticking to the floor in a gooey mess. When he finally stopped, the blonde took a ferocious glee in slowly sliding his blade through Gluttony, drawing out the pain as long as possible. He screamed in agony, the knife blade digging through internal organs and sensitive veins.
When Edward withdrew the metal, Gluttony slumped, and as he fell to the floor, he looked over to see his precious Lust lying in a pool of her own blood. Her mouth had fallen slightly open, and her features had a soft look to them. Through the internal bleeding, Gluttony managed to sputter, "L-Lust…my Lust…"
Then he fell silent, death overpowering his immense body.
Edward ignored all of this, choosing to go and kneel by his brother, now lost forever. He looked inside the armor, checking to see if any remnant of the blood seal remained. Nothing. The Sin had eaten completely, leaving nothing. He was always good at following Lust's commands. Edward fixed his arm and sat absolutely still, unsure of what to do. His brother, his rock, his life was…gone. Snuffed out like a candle in the wind. A candle that Edward had depended on to burn so he could warm himself when the world became too cold and lonely. Now…he had…nothing. Just the cold to keep him company.
He lay huddled by the armor, and he stayed there until the rescue teams found them. He saw nothing, and he felt nothing. Finally, he felt a pinprick in his upper arm and a drowsiness that followed shortly afterwards. He welcomed the darkness, the nothingness…
He awoke in a hospital bed, an IV strapped in his arm. The cool white sheets that would have normally felt soft and comforting now felt like sandpaper. He had not forgotten the events of…well, exactly how long had he been in the hospital? Did it really matter? Of course not. Nothing mattered…not without Al…
He didn't really hear anyone when they came in the room, it sounded garbled, like being submerged in water. When he had visitors, time sped up for him, like everything was being fast-forwarded and he couldn't control it. Only when the room was empty did it slow down, slower than normal time.
He did not speak as the hours drifted hazily by. He did not eat as people came and went. His eyes did not see as he lay in the bed, his ears did not hear. He was there, but he wasn't there.
He wasn't sure where he had gone, but the one thing he was absolutely sure of…
Was that he didn't ever want to come back.
(A/N: Sorry this chap is shorter, but I was a little nervous about it. Next chap will be longer, promise! And BMF, I better see a new chap of LF pretty darn soon! lol -no pressure-)