Hmm.. I guess no one really likes femEd these days... Oh well. I like it. So I'm keeping it up.
I no own so no sue I.
Here's part Edward Elric.
... Maybe I should have changed his... her name. ... oh well. Too late.
Edward Elric
Where had the things gone wrong? From the beginning, it seemed.
Edward Elric, age 23, was shaking; the Full Metal Alchemist was scared. Alone in the dark cathedral, alone with her son. This would be the end of her life.
She finished doing her prayers, to the statue of 'god'. She didn't believe in it, oh no. She only needed something to focus on for meditation. And something to put hope in. For her love, for her child. She wasn't praying to any 'god' at all, anyways. Not after seeing what was in store in 'afterlife'. In stead, she was praying to herself, Alphonse, her mother and perhaps her bastard father if he was interested any, to give her the courage to go through the procedure and if they couldn't protect her, then to protect her child.
She shouldn't have believed that bastard, the Amestris' womanizer. Oh how her life had twisted ever since he laid his eyes on her two-limbless form. She couldn't have a normal childhood… she couldn't even have a normal adulthood.
She became a soldier to return his brother his body, a lapdog for the military's use. Then she became Mustang's personal bitch, in both implications. How foolish she actually believed in that fucker. She trusted him with her life, her career, and her virginity; her everything. And all that's led her was betrayal.
The bastard had another woman. And not just a random girl. Riza Hawkeye. Ed was just a toy for him to play with for a short while, a body he could relieve himself in while his heart was chasing his true love. It was so unfair that it was she who had to step down, she who'd been risking her life, her career and her only chance at getting hers and Al's body back, for the woman who didn't even love him. Yes, Hawkeye didn't love Mustang. Mustang didn't love Hawkeye. Edward was dumped, after loving Mustang with all of what's left of her, sacrificing everything she had just to be with her lover… and he betrayed her trust. He betrayed her love.
Just how did it come to this?
It was ironic, really. She thought people who suicide at the age of 30 idiots, only because she thought they still had another chance at the world, at living, and yet they were giving up so easily. How could she have known she'd be joining the dead at the younger age of 23?
Some curious couple some pitch black night winds up in speeding
The lustful night swallowed the two and the umbilical noose tightens her throat
The day she turned 16, the bastard had his way with her. The day she became a legal adult was the day she became a legal prey for the womanizing bastard. How foolish was she to think that the bastard had other thoughts than just nightly fucks? How stupid was she to cook for the jerk every early morning, yawning with the lack of sleep only to be ignored later on? How ignorant was she, silently praying to the god she didn't believe in just for the safety of her lover, who was fucking another woman every time she went on a mission? How fucking naïve was she, believing in all in the simple kiss which he'd give only occasionally, when he was giving Riza the engagement ring?
She thought he loved her. She loved him so much, and he'd love back. He'd smile that smile, he'd say those words, he'd caress her so gently as if he treasured her every particle…
She looked at the baby. The white little thing… no father, and soon no mother… and already with no life. Edward wiped the tears starting to well again. Today was its first day on earth, and it had already been dead. Why, she didn't know. It was born that way.
She didn't have any strength left in her to live anymore. She didn't even have the strength to apologize to her son anymore. After all the things she'd gone through, she had persevered with goals clear in her mind. First, mother. Then, Alphonse. Then, Roy. And then when he'd dumped her right after their last fuck, her child, whom she was going to introduce during their cession of cuddling. Now she had nothing. Mother was dead. Father was dead, to her anyways. Alphonse became independent of her ever since he got his body back, and Roy… well, he would be living with her wife now, pretending to be the happiest man on earth. Without her.
Edward's first child, her last reminder of him… was gone. Without even taking a glance at the miserable world it was born in… it was gone. The tears were flowing freely, she just noticed, and she let them flow, watching with small interest as they dripped on the newborn's face, trickling down as if it were crying, weeping for her.
She'd made the final decision.
The worst happens as the man leaves her the woman considers the child and leaves it in the church- however
She can't even take one step - Oh-god - does the mother's child sob so sadly?
The guilt
Edward had left a letter about her and her child on her last meal for him. To meet her and his son when the sun came up at where they first kissed. Now all she could hope for was that the image he'll see would be strong enough for it to last in his guilty conscience in his lifetime.
The woman nears her child closes her flesh and blood's mouth
Skin looses its color with the tears falling in beads
The young rejected life and at last, she as well in pain stops her breath.
She gathered up her baby in her arms, her crimson trademark coat wrapped around it as if it would warm it up. Wiping the final tears of fear, regret, pain and finally … determination, she walked up the stairs of the giant cathedral, up, up, and up until she reached the roof. Stopping about a yard before the edge, she gathered up her wits, strengthening her will again. Only a moment later did she start running.
Would the breathing stop? Would the heart turn cold?
Would she watch me from somewhere? Would she still hate me?
Would the breathing stop? Would the heart turn cold?
Would she watch me from somewhere? Would she still follow me?
When Edward was falling, she straightened herself horizontally, hearing Mustang call for her. Perhaps it was an illusion, perhaps it was not. She'd die happily, at least, being able to see her love one last time before her death.
Her last thoughts were an apology to Alphonse, her brother who would have to live by himself from now. The ground was so close… she would feel the impact any millisecond now.
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE – BANG.
AN: It's different, now. I've changed it from having so much complicated thought process at the same time to something more... story-like... form.
If anyone is reading this, please R&-Ah forget it. Don't wanna, don't hafta. If do, plz do. If flame, well... BIH.
mrawgirl09
Ps. Sorry about this. I'm really in a crappy mood today.. ;-;