~!WainGuy?~ here! With the next installment of DotM(new!) Sorry if they seem OOC and I truly am sorry about it. I hope you enjoy this chapter and thanks goes out to those that reviewed, fav-ed and alerted this story. This chapter is basically about the after math of the taboo.

Hope you enjoy and see ya nest time.

Disclaimer: WainGuy will never own FMA!

Warning: Gore, blood, tinny tiny bit of cursing

P.s. Be sure that you are comfortable and are in a well-lit room when reading this. Enjoy!

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Edward clutched his bleeding shoulder tightly, blood pouring out of his socket in a dark, thick river. It was gone; his arm – his whole right arm – had been ripped off by the children of the Gate. Pain coursed through his whole body, racking at his nerves like wild fire.

He looked around the dark room, golden eyes searching, looking.

He heard a small gurgling cough and looked to the centre of the room. He called out, "Mom?"

He searched, trying to look out for the familiar brown hair and grey eyes through the smoke but what he saw made him sick. This was wrong! It wasn't supposed to be like this!

A pair of glowing eyes stared at him, a mouth gapping open, an out stretched hand (A perfect pale hand) reaching out to him, a pumping, shuddering heart in its open ribcage, intestines splattered on the grey floor, paper thin skin stretched over its gasping face.

A gurgling chocked cry, blood hacking out of its gapping mouth.

"W…hy? Ed….wa….rd… W…hy?"

He shook his head, this couldn't be it! He had his brother and his arm taken away from him and for what? For something sick and not even human? This wasn't fair! The Gate had taken too much from him!

He ignored the… thing and moved towards the armour. He knew how to get his brother back; he knew what array to call him back to call him back to this domain. He was not going to be left all alone and he would never abandon his little brother! He was just too DAMN important!

Alphonse was his baby brother and he did not deserve such a thing to him. He was too kind.

It wasn't Al's fault; it was all his! He was the one who wanted to do this human transmutation, he wanted to bring their mother back to life even though it was he knew (even though he fucking knew) it was a taboo.

Alphonse was innocent. He was not.

The armour clanked onto the floor, its sound echoing around the small, dark room. He drew arrays on his legs, on his heart and onto the armour's blue tinted metal. This would work; it had to work!

"He didn't deserve it, so take whatever you want! Just give me back my baby brother back!" he yelled and slammed his remaining hand onto the array.

In a flash, he was back in the white nothingness that contained the Gate with its huge, black doors and its mostly invisible keeper.

"Oh?" the over-lapping voice said, sounding almost surprised, "back already Mr Al-che-mist?"

He turned around to the voice, the Gate keeper was there, sitting on the 'floor' in front of the Gate with a cloudy black outline.

"Give me back my brother," Ed stated, glaring at It.

It gave a very large grin and a loud laugh. "You expect me to just give your brother back to you?" It said laughter clear in its over-lapping voice. "Surely, you remember from the last trip you have to pay something to get another thing in return."

Ed waved an arm over himself. "Take whatever you want, I just want him back."

It tilted its head to the side, a frown on its featureless face. "Hm? Anything you say?"

Edward nodded. He didn't care what It took, only that it gave Alphonse back to him.

Suddenly It grinned, a wild, wide grin that made Ed wonder what It would do. Would it take his heart? His leg? Another arm perhaps?

"Let's make a deal," It suggested.

"A deal?" Now this was confusing… Why would it want a deal?

"Yes, a deal," It stated, Its head nodding.

"What deal?"

"You came here ready to give just about anything for your brother right? So you're loyal to your brother am I right?"

Ed nodded; a confused look on his face. Of course he was loyal to Alphonse! He was the most important person to him!

A shard of glass, as big as his palm face up, appeared out of thin air and rammed into his chest. He gave a shocked cry and stumbled backwards, staring at the shard with wide eyes. Slowly, painfully, it pushed into his chest until the whole thing had disappeared inside him. He clutched his remaining hand over the spot, shocked and baffled and stunned into silence.

It positively cackled, it multi voice echoing in the white nothingness. "Look here Mr Al-che-mist," It said, "every time you break, it's a doggy day for you and the more times you break the longer it's gonna get to fix yourself together!"

"What?" What the heck did that mean?

"You'll become a little dog! I hope to see you again Mr Al-che-mist, you make things a lot interesting," It said, grinning.

Then he was back in the real world, his arm gushing out blood and blood leaked out of a small wound from his chest.

The armour creaked before it sat up, red light filling its sockets. "Brother? What happened?"

Then Alphonse looked at his hands and gasped. "What happened to me?"

Ed was dizzy, tired and sick to the stomach but he was also relieved; relieved that he had his little brother back.

"I had to bring you back… I had to…"

Then armour looked at him and scrambled to him, giant metal hands holding his body. Oh, the metal was so cold and it was also unfeeling.

Dammit, this was his entire fault!

And yet Alphonse lost the most; he had lost his whole body whereas his older, idiotic, selfish brother only lost an arm! That was so unfair! His brother was in so much pain because he could not feel, eat, sleep, smell or cry.

"… about mum?"

"AL! Don't! Don't look," he pleaded, tears cascading down his cheeks "it's not… it's not her… It isn't even human… Don't look, please don't look."

He clutched at the cold, unfeeling, metal casing that held his brother's soul. Don't look! Don't look! Just don't look! It was his mistake! Don't look! Don't look! It wasn't human! It wasn't their mother! It wasn't her!

His chest gave a small shuddering twanged and he felt the glass break, cracking into two solid big pieces.

DON'T LOOK AT IT!

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