AN: This chapter is kinda long so. AGAIN, THIS ISN'T A CROSSOVER SO AL AND ED DIDN'T HAVE/USE ALCHEMY. NOR WAS THERE A GATE FOR ED TO CROSS. THIS IS MY VERION OF THE ELRIC BROTHERS DEATH. IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM THEN BY ALL MEANS, SPEAK IT LOUD AND PROUD! ENJOY:

Chapter five: Edward and Alphonse Elric.

Tuesday morning: continued.

DPOV

"What?" I hissed out, not believing his words.

"You heard me; keep her." he repeated, bewildered smile still whipped on his face-bangs slightly astray making him look truly, insane.

"You're out of your mind if you think you can keep Sam!" I stressed taking her in my arms and beginning to lift us off the ground slowly becoming intangible.

"NO!" he shouted chasing after us. Once we passed through the door, he had to stop. Hearing an almost inaudible profanity as he slammed his fist against the door side. I phased us through the side of the Speeder and took off at one hundred miles per hour.

Shifting my view from the ghost zone to Sam, I saw her mesmerized state. Shouting her names a few times to grab her attention and snap her out of it didn't work, so,-and I hated to do this-I pressed my body against the seat and slammed on the breaks and her light body sent flying into the dashboard and she let out a shriek.

"OW! What the heck was that for?!" she yelled at me while smacking the back of my head.

"Sorry Sam but I had to. You were in one of those trances again and I had to find away to get you out of it. I called your name a few times but it didn't work." I explained. Her face relaxed to a mellow yet sad stare. Buckling in securely so if I did that again, she would go flying. She put her hand on her head and sighed loudly.

"Sam, what happens when you get into those trances?" I asked her. Her eyes flashed open and looked at me wide and glossy from the tears in her eyes.

"It's like I'm still here, but I can feel myself falling. Like, throbbing away from my eyes. The best way I could describe it would be like literally falling into myself." she explained, letting the tears fall over the edge.

"Then what happens?" I pleaded her to lead further into her own world.

"I land in a field of paper roses and ruffled tulips every where, and I get small paper cuts after I land. The sky is filled with clouds. But they touch the ground as if a giant explosion happened-but one never did. And they're the softest color of red, with a tint of violet outlining every curve. The wind is icy cold…" and her voice trailed off into a silent whisper. My face was painted with worry staring at her tear stained face as she explained the horrible world she was sent to.

EPOV

I felt the hot tear escape my tightly shut eyes as I heard that flying craft take off away from me. The next time I can grasp her, will not be a failure. I spoke an almost inaudible profanity as I slammed my fist against the side of the door. I also felt the warm green blood ooze from my side fist as I took it from it post . Frustrated, I stormed from that spot and to my room to write music that was sure to grab her.

"Brother are you alright? I heard a thump." my younger brother Alphonse asked me.

"I'm fine Al. I'll be in my room if you need me." I informed him, both of us aware of the blood that dripped to the step. Once in my room, I slammed the door shut and went to my upright piano that lay next to a desk that held piano sheets of music, mine, or empty sheets that were not touched. I shuffled to those and brought them together and lay it near the edge of the desk where I could easily write on them. Sitting down at the piano bench I inhaled and exhaled to relax myself to concentrate. I rested my hands on the piano-the ivory felt good under my skin. This piano-unlike the one downstairs-wasn't meant for spells and such like used on Ms. Manson, but just to play for fun. The one downstairs is the one played the most when I was alive, that's why only that one does the spells. I began to compose a melody designed only for her.

After about three hours of writing, I began to feel rather drowsy-eyelids heavy and falling, vision blurring. I got up and went to my bed where I let the drowsiness consume me, and drifted off to sleep, hoping for a pleasant dream, but receiving a horrible nightmare.

There I stood in the threshold of the living room and foyer, watching the day of Alphonse and mines passing. Translucent I was as I watched myself play the piano for my father and brother who were sitting on the black leather couches across the piano's way. On the coffee table my mothers picture rested. My dear mother died of an illness when Alphonse and I were young. Only the men lay in the house, save the guest that we barely got.

"Brilliant Edward!" my father praised.

"Very good! Mother would be very proud of you Ed." my younger brother complimented next. Both Al and I dressed in our present clothes, minus some last minute details.

"Please stop. You make it sound as if I were trained by Beethoven himself." I heard myself joke from the bench.

"But you play just like him Ed. And at such a young age too." father again complimented, face soft.

"Brother can you come upstairs with me to get something?" Al asked.

"Of course." I answered. Again I stood idly in the way, watching this all occur. I ran after myself and my brother up the steps, screaming as loud as I could, but no sound came out. I realized then, I was in the worst nightmare ever. Not exactly a nightmare, but a flashback. But what horrible flashback could not be turned into a nightmare?

Once Al was on the second floor-and I on the last step leading upstairs watching him-a quick rapping came to the front door, my father answering it. My body was frozen, and I couldn't close my eyes for the next scene. Frozen at the bottom of the steps, I saw my father get shot by the murderous stranger. Unable to scream or move, I couldn't cover my eyes or mouth. Instead, I saw my father fall and the pool of blood developing under him. The taker turned to us next, his face our last human memory. The rest I'm sure you can all assume.

I awoke myself screaming-this time with sound-at the top of my lungs. What that man held against us, I will never know-and probably never will. Father wasn't hear with us, nor was he with Al. It was just us two.

NPOV

Edward lay there, idly playing with his blanket when a knocking came to his door. Alphonse voice following.

"Brother are you alright?! I heard you scream. Is everything okay?" he shouted. Edward got up from his bed and to the door to open it.

"Just a bad nightmare Al, I'll be fine." he answered. Swiftly passing by Al and downstairs, Al catching is shoulder half way down.

"Tell me about it brother. It might help." he requested. The traveled to the couch their father sat on ages ago.

"It was the day we died." he began. "Except I watched the whole thing." tears building up in his sun yellow eyes. "It was horrible Al. All of it. What did that man ever have against father and us? It haunts me that we'll never know!" he stressed out shouting. "We can never ask father, he's not here in this place. Why are we ghost and he's not!?" he shouted taking Al's arms in his hands, shaking them violently. Al cringed his eyebrows and squinted his eyes at his brother.

"Sam, can you promise me you'll never go back to that house alone?" Danny pleaded with concern in his voice as he parked the speeder in his basement.

"I can't promise anything Danny. I don't know if Ed will play that number again. Or what he'll do next. You and I both know that."

"But Sam please, just for now. I don't want you getting hurt." he stressed looking at her. She looked back at his sad face- hair hanging in his face, puppy dog eyes. She dropped her head in defeat.

"Alright but if something happens like that again where I can't control it and I go back there it's not my fault and I'm not breaking the promise. Okay?" she told him waving her pointer finger at him. He nodded 'yes'. She nodded back and shouted while brandishing her arms:

"AH! SO MUCH DRAMA!"

APOV

I sat on my bed thinking hardly about Ed's question from before. Why are we ghost and he's not!? Yes. Why are we cursed to this place for eternity while Father is not? Where is Father? Questions buzzing my head of him. Ed did seem a bit disturbed about it all. I remember after it happening, I awoke, deeply confused by it all. The man's face was our last human memory, then the pain

NPOV

Flashback

Al awoke before Ed and saw what had happened after. Ed was laying on the ground, face down, and Al lay next to him. But what confused Al the most, was the fact that he could see his body. Frightened, he shook his brother to wake him from his "slumber".

"Brother!" Al shouted shaking him to get him up. "Brother wake up!"

Edward began to groan as his eyes slowly came open. "Huh? What is it Al?"

"Brother what happened?! I can see my body!" he shouted quite frightened.

"What do you mean you can see your body?" Ed asked confused. He stood up and also saw his solid body laying in front of him like Al did. "Oh my g…."

"See what I mean! What happened?!"

"Sir there's two more up here!" they heard a deep voice shout from the top of the steps. The man was in a blue police suit.

"Oh gosh. They're only children too. Shame." another voice said after coming up the steps and looking at the brothers. Alphonse eyes shot to become small, worry lines deepening, jaw dropped and face white. His body trembling.

"Br.. Brother, are, are we…?" he couldn't finish. He turned his head to his older brother whose eyes were closed, face relaxed and serious.

"We are. We're dead." Ed responded to his younger brother.

End Flashback

Knock Knock Knock Al got up slowly and went to the door. Ed was on the other side, looking quite dark. His hair was covering his eyes, creating a shadow on his face, only exposing a frown.

"Alphonse," he said in a dark whisper. Raising his head and showing his serious eyes. "I have a mission for you."