Chapter 3
Hell is always described as hot. But what if it wasn't just fire and flames, a burning inferno of nothingness but truly a cold so bitter and frosty that it seems to chare anything. The cold would be so painfully not there that insanity would take over ones mind and all would seem like a whirlwind of a mad deception. Like life was never there, just a huge lie blown out of proportion, a cruel trick with no end.
That is hell.
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The room was dark and drape almost. Musty was the air for Roy Mustang had rarely used his study since the time he had began renting out the little apartment up the street of Central. He never liked coming home in all truth, to lonely with out any noise that could match his office.
But sadly his office seemed quite quiet of late. An unnaturally peaceful calm swept over the office, as very loyal subordinates seemed to get work done. It was odd to say the least. Havoc not dazing off into the oblivion, dreaming about the dates he never would experience, Breda not yelling and screaming in pure terror at the little cute Black Hayate, Falman not reciting lines from the dictionary, Fuery hadn't whined about random and slightly trivial matters, and Riza not trying to discipline fellow coworkers.
Roy should have been enjoying this peaceful retrieve but one thing stood in his way. The notion of why ever thing seemed to calmed over.
Hughes before his untimely death, had always told him, not including how adorable his daughter was, that sitting in the corner morbidly recounting what you should of down better never helped anybody, especially yourself. But Roy felt that his words seemed unfair to the cituation considering if he had down something better maybe Ed wouldn't have ran into that building.
There are a lot of maybes in recounting ones life and he was no exception.
Maybe if I had gone in…
Maybe if I had ran faster…
Maybe if I had done something better…
But maybes never changed written events after they were in stone.
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Al couldn't imagine how painful it must be to burn to death. He knew that most people in a fire died of suffocation by smoke before they are even touched by flames. But it is still a painfully slow death.
Dark thoughts seem to cross your mind when you have nothing else to think about. Al wasn't all that certain what to think about on those lonely night she had to bare through probably for the rest of his life. Lately the thoughts had been of Ed's supposed death.
He still wouldn't accept but he couldn't help but wonder.
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"Mommy, I think a see something!!" The blonde girl, Marsha shouted in her tiny almost feeble voice as she glared with much intend at the burnt up ruins in front of her. Marsha turned as she felt the ground slightly tremble as her mother approached in a hurry.
"Where?!"
Marsha pointed to what looked liked a sliver glinting circle.