Pain gripped seven-year-old Drew Elric. Her eldest young brother had bit her and he wasn't letting go. She sat straight up and screamed as pain and blood filled her right eye. Al had been drawing on her face and the pen had sliced her.
Their father came running in. Ed still wasn't giving the leg back, blood was spilling from the shredded flesh and his mouth.
"Papa, make him stop!" She screamed. Through teary, bloody eyes, she saw Al. Fear, malice, and hatred in his eyes.
"ED!" Their father yelled when he saw what his son was doing to his beloved daughter. "Ed, let go." He bit down harder causing Drew to scream again. "ED! You're hurting her! Can't you hear?! ENOUGH! LET GO!"
Ed closed his eyes and gave one last, all-his-strength-squeeze, let go, grabbed Al, and ran as fast as they could. Hoenhime looked as if he was going to follow.
"Papa! It hurts. It hurts so bad!" That's all he needed to stay.
"I know, honey. I'll go get mama to help you. I've got to find those boys." He stood to leave.
"Why do they hate me so much?"
"They don't hate you."
"Yes, they do! I can see it!" She looked at her battered leg with the one eye she could see from. "I can feel it!"
"Sweetheart-"
"NO! Let's go."
"Go where? We can't just leave."
"Mama's stressed as it is, we may just be killing her!" Drew closed her eyes and laid her head back to stop the blood flowing into her eye. "Tell her we'll be back when Ed and Al grow up and stop being little jerks!"
"It sounds like a good idea, Drew." Hoenhime turned in surprise to see his soil covered wife in the doorway. "Be sure to write me often."
"Honey?"
"I'll get the first aid kit. Dress her wounds while I pack your things. You'll be gone before I light the lantern." She left the room in search of first aid.
That's all for the flash back chapter. Bye!