Alphonse Elric
Alphonse Elric, aged 22, stared at the coffin where his sister's face would be. He forced his legs to move as he advanced towards the tomb with the box. The small coffin where the little child, Ed's child, laid dead. Alphonse had a hard time believing that she would have killed her son as she died. Edward wasn't such person; she would have forced herself to live, if just for the child. Alphonse mentally shook his head. Edward wouldn't do that. Al handed over the tiny coffin. None of the hospitals in central had a record on an Elric. None in the pregnancy section, anyways. Havoc had told Al that she didn't leave Central the whole year… so it was probably born at her apartment. Alphonse frowned. She wouldn't have known what to do if it was born… un-breathing. She would have cradled it, trying to blow in air through the blocked trachea in an attempt to resuscitate the poor soul… and not succeed.
Alphonse shook his head as he returned to his place between Winry and Havoc. It wasn't the time to make weird assumptions. He had to concentrate on seeing through the funeral.
Yes I'm tired, the nightmare bit, ripped and tore me apart
The real funeral was done simply, just as what Ed would have wanted. Roy and Riza were at the back, while Jean was just … standing there. Alphonse's eyes watered again. There, there was the man who killed his only sister, his only family, and he couldn't do anything. He knew about how Ed was to Jean, everybody did, except for Roy and Ed. He had hoped Ed would get over Roy and see the man right in front of her, the one who loved her and who Alphonse could trust that they would love Edward forever. Yet she hadn't, she'd refuse all help for almost a year, closing herself off from the whole world except for Jean. Back then Alphonse thought it was for the better, that she would then see just how much more Jean loved her than Roy.
Jean was a mess. His clothes were spotless, not even crumpled; yet everyone who was able to get within 7 feet of him could see that he was already broken in the inside. His pale blue eyes lost their hue, becoming a dark, dull blue that reminded Al of a bruise. Jean's hands were shaking, fists clenched tight as he tried to contain himself of his tears. Alphonse heard him whisper, voice strained with pain:
"How … how could you do this to me … ? Edward … Why… How…"
How. Alphonse clenched his eyes, forcing back new tears. She was found shattered in front of a church he and Edward would visit from time to time, only for her sister to display her skepticism towards religion. He knew, still, that she secretly was praying for her and Roy's happiness. Edward's coffin was being laid down in her soon-to-be-tomb.
He used to think that it was cute that she would reject god openly and pray in the shadows, but now… now her rejection of god passed down to Alphonse. And Winry. Al looked to his side. Winry was also sobbing, and her tears were falling freely onto her clothes, tears staining black into an even darker color.
Jean broke down. He fell into a crying heap, sobbing uncontrollably and clutching the grass in an effort not to run into the hole to his love. And all Alphonse could do was to put a hand on Jean's quivering shoulders, in an attempt to comfort the broken man.
Next to the mirror in the big portrait the mother's smile is in my tears
The nightmare was starting again, the screams that filled Alphonse's dreams in his sleep and his mind during his wake. The rotten smell started to rise up again as he bundled up on his pillow. He hated these dreams. The guilt, the sorrow; all of them were brought alive when Alphonse sought relief from sleep. He could see the mangled body of his… and Edward's mother, breathing tiredly as the remaining energy drained away from the bloody pulp. He could see his sister's shattered limbs, strewn this way and that around her body, all except for one limb that was holding tightly onto a little bloody bundle.
"Edward…"
Swallowing up the rotten meat underneath my bed,
the second hand on the wall beats my heart
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
Alphonse jerked his head sideways and saw the hands of the grandfather clock showed that it was 2.34. Next to the clock was a window. A large window as big as the one in their old home where he and Edward used to love as children, to look out during a storm and listen quietly to the sounds of the rain pattering on the glass. Al sighed. He wasn't about to get any more sleep if he was constantly reminded of his sister and mother. He got up and moved towards the window.
"Edward…"
His voice sounded like it had been all those years ago. Hollow.
(In the space) The darkness catches even the moon light in the mirror he strangles his mother
He first saw the tree where their house was supposed to be. Mother. Where mother's… second body was buried. He moved on to the left, to the other side of the house. He wanted to see his sister again. Alphonse scrunched his eyes; time just didn't go fast enough for him.
Next to the mirror in the big window the rain's tears are in my smile
Alphonse didn't sleep in the bed anymore. It was just too painful for him, when his demons caught up with him. He staggered towards a window, the one that was supposed to be looking towards where sister was… where sister was now.
Under my bed my mother grips my clothes with one bony hand-I wake up again
Rainy nights were one of those nights when Alphonse Elric could not bring himself to relax.
Cleanse my blood Forget my crimes
Alphonse decided that he wanted to talk with sister. And perhaps a little with mother. He straightened his appearance, strode to the door, grabbed an umbrella and walked out the door purposefully. Ed wouldn't forgive him if she knew how lifeless he became. Not that she would not see through the cover. Al chuckled. He was in for some rant-lecture.
Cleanse my blood Forget my crimes
Cleanse my blood Forget my crimes
As Alphonse approached the cemetery he could make out two figures already present, both without umbrella. Roy and Jean. They didn't seem to be acknowledging each other. Alphonse sighed. He made his way through to the three people. Two, reminded the little part of his mind to which he didn't listen anymore.
Cleanse my blood Forget my crimes
Cleanse my blood Forget my crimes
None of them spoke, each submerged in their own thoughts. Alphonse absentmindedly saluted the fuhrer, although Mustang did not reply. Roy did not usually come, but on rainy days, he would drive at full speed from Central to here, as if he was hypnotised. Jean had not moved from his usual spot in front of the grave, staring blankly at the name carved in the rock. Alphonse almost smiled; he knew he could trust Havoc to stay right next to his sister, to help her get through, even after her death. A lightning broke down the somewhat peaceful atmosphere. Alphonse couldn't help himself but say the word again.
"Edward."
Cleanse my blood Forget my crimes
Cleanse my blood Forget my crimes
Cleanse my blood Forget my crimes
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?
The three men stood by the grave of Edward Elric, each mourning their own loss in their mind, staring into the upside-down person with wings that was engraved underneath her name. Most people would assume it as a fallen angel, but the three men would know, though they only kept to themselves, that it was the image of Icarus, the arrogant human who got too close to the sun and paid the price with his life.
Another lightning struck.
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?
AN: Finally, it's done. But I'm not all that happy with this chapter... :C I ran out of ideas from Jean's Chapter... I somehow managed to finish this, eheheh...
For everyone who's read this or faved or alerted, THANK YOU VERY mUCH!!! XD
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EDIT: I only noticed that I left one of the words in Korean. D: Sorry. Fixed.