Chapter Four-Bad Dreams
-Six Month Later-
Another day was coming to an end in the busy city of Central. General Roy Mustang finished the report he was working on and rose from his desk. He hadn't been in Central for long. He'd just recently been transferred back from the East. Grabbing his coat, he locked up his office and headed out for the evening. Once he got outside, he stood in front of the main building watching as the street lights came on. He wasn't the only person heading home for the day as several other personnel walked past him. Reaching into his pocket, he released a sigh as he glanced down at his watch. There was a light tap on his shoulder that caught his attention. The young blond smiled at him. It was nice to see her smile every so often. Lately she seemed to be more laid back when not in the office. Riza Hawkeye usually took herself too serious so to see her with her hair down and out of uniform was nice.
"General. How was your day?"
"Long, but we're not at work now so let's talk about something else for a change." His suggestion was accompanied with his movement towards the street and she was quick to follow him.
"Fair enough, what would you like to talk about then." It was always business with the two of them so talking about anything else seemed odd.
"Well for starters, where would you like to eat tonight?" She was about to answer when she paused in her step. Noticing she wasn't next to him anymore, Roy turned back. "Everything okay?" Something tickled the back of her neck and she reached up quickly and glanced behind her to see nothing out of the ordinary. "Riza?" Taking in a deep breath, she turned back to him with a pleasant smile back in place.
"It's nothing. I just thought I heard something." He tilted his head some and furrowed his brow.
"You sure you're okay?" She nodded back and moved past him. He just shrugged it off and moved back in step with her.
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Everything was black. There was no way to determine which way to go let alone, what direction was up. It was so dark that you couldn't even see your hand in front of your face. Along with the blackened void came this feeling of emptiness. A feeling like you were standing on the edge of a cliff about to fall. It was here that Ed found himself. What was worse was that this void and feeling knew him. Almost as if it knew everything about him. It knew how to get to him and drag him down. He swore he could hear Winry calling for him.
"Winry? Where are you?" He could hear another voice, this time is was Alphonse. "Al!" They sounded so close and yet so far away. He wanted to go to where they were, but seemed unable to move. Any attempt seemed to get him nowhere. Something reached up at touched his cheek causing a chill to run through his body. Trying to brush it away, it moved faster then he could. Another small hand reached under his shirt, pulling him back. "What is this?" He tried to look back as more of them pulled at him.
"You know full well what I am." This voice didn't belong to Al or Winry. He knew this voice even though he thought he'd forgotten it a long time ago. "I'm going to make sure that you never forget me." It grabbed his arms as well as wrapping itself around his neck. "I'm coming for you."
Edward bolted from his sleep. He was covered in sweat and found himself actually shaking. This was not the first time he dreamt something like this. Running a hand over his face he let out worn out sigh. Feeling cold fingers on the small of his back caused him to practically jump out of his skin.
"Ed?" Winry sat up, rubbing his back even more. "Are you alright? You're so jumpy." He tried desperately to calm down before answering her. "Did you have a nightmare?" Nodding back to her, he finally glanced over.
"I'll be okay. It's just a dream." Despite his words though, he got up and headed for the bathroom. She watched as he turned on the light. Worry crept into her features as she heard the faucet come on as well. She knew there were things that had happened before, things that he didn't feel comfortable telling her about. But she knew they still bothered him none the less. He didn't stay in the bathroom for very long, wiping his face off and coming back to bed. As he rested his head on the pillow, he felt her wrap her arms around his waist and snuggle her face into the back of his neck. It seemed to calm him down some. She didn't care if he never told her everything. If he never explained to her exactly what happened on the Promise Day, why he and Al were so important to the enemy, or where he got the awful scar on his left side. She would be there for him, to support him and bring him back to reality. Without Alchemy it was what he needed the most right now.