WARNING!
THE AUTHOR DOES NOT OWN GREATEST SHOW UNEARTHED OR FMA.
BUT I DO OWN THESE COOKIES THAT I WILL GIVE TO MY READERS IF THEY REVIEW...
ENJOY...Or, ya know...TRY...
Al, Mustang, and Hawkeye had gotten a report of a mysterious 'circus' across town. They went down to investigate.
They would have brought Ed.
If he hadn't had disappeared a month ago...
No one had seen or heard from him. Alphonse seemed torn in two...
When they reached the tent of this circus, a eerie red light shone from inside. The clouds around it were dark and seemed to slowly spiral around.
The group jumped when a small young man peeked out from inside the tent. As soon as he spotted them, he started.
"Ladies and gentalmen! Boys and ghouls! Step right up!" He had been walking towards the group but now spun around and motioned with his hands. "Behind this curtain lies a ghastly concoction of delight! Horror! Fantasy and terror!"
The group looked at this short young man. His voice sounded all too familiar. And even though is cloths were ripped and coated with blood, they looked familiar too. The boy was now waving a black stick back and forth as he talked in a taunting way.
"Your every wish is our command! Your every whimsical desire brought to life!" He stopped and put his black cain to the ground. " But I'm warning you, " he turned his head back to the group. Under his black ripped top hat lied golden eyes. " There's always a price..."
He stood back and threw his hands into the air. His hair covered his left eye, the right one golden and wild. Smiling like a mad man, he shouted in a murderous glee, " Welcome to the Greatest Show Unearthed!"
He somehow got behind them and shoved Roy, Riza, and Al in the tent. The sight that greeted them was horrifying.
All around them, there was a eerie black smoke. But popping in and out of the smoke was people...
Bloody, cut up, and all too raw.
Screams came from every side. And soon, the small young boy came back, and started yapping away again. It seemed in practice. " The dark carnival is in town! You better be ready! Just follow the parade of dancing skeletons!" As he spoke, various figures stalked the smoke, all bloody, all looking under a trance. "Full of ghoulish delight! Around every corner. Don't tell your parents you're here. They will soon be mourners!"
Soon, he was seeming to be everywhere at once, hopping around the group and appearing from every side! " Welcome to the lower birth! The Greatest Show Unearthed! We appear without a sound, the darkest show around! We will leave you in a daze!" He hopped over to a wall, where a knife was shoved in. He pulled it out and sliced it across his own chest. " Madness! Murder! Dismay! We are disappearing now-" He cut off as he looked the group straight in the eyes. That one golden eye still shone with a wild light. As soon as Alphonse saw it up close, he knew... " With blood on the concrete!" As he continued, he wiped blood off his own chest and flicked it at the ground at their feet. Mustang hopped back to avoid it. With that, he seemed to fade into the black.
Hawkeye's eyes were stretched wide with fear. " Colonel..." She whispered, her voice shaking. " That...that boy...it-it was-"
Roy cut her off. " I-I know..." He stared where the golden eyed boy disappeared. " Fullmetal! I'm going to kill you for this!"
"Oh! I think it will be quite the opposite, Colonel Mustang!" A voice sounded off from behind the group, causing them all to jump. They turned to see the same golden eyed boy right behind them. He threw off his hat, revealing a dead give-away. Blonde hair to match his eyes shown in the darkness off the tent. It would be stunning, if it wasn't half covered in blood. As he pushed a bang from his left eye, the entire group shuddered with horror.
Behind his hair lay his left eye. Shining a ghastly red color, and dripping with blood. The blood ran from his eye to his chin, dripping off into the dust earth. The same wild light shown within it. But it was more like the wild light of murder.
"Why don't you step into the Hall of Mirrors?" He suggested, with a small smirk. " I promise, no one can hear you scream..." His smirk turned into a sneer of pure insane.
"Brother! What are you doing here! Whats wrong with you!" Al almost spat his questions. His brother had gone through so much just to scare them?
Edward didn't reply, but simply walked over to the walk again, grabbing a lead pipe. He slid the pipe over his cut chest, still grinning. He then walked back towards the group. He stopped and let the pole hit the ground. He then started to walk around the group, the pole dragging behind him. It left a bloody trail behind.
Soon, Edward had walked full circle, and then crossed into the group several times, making lines between the circle. He stopped at the top, and drew something of a 'S'.
" A transmutation circle?" Roy snarled at Ed.
" Al stared at the circle with pure horror. " No..." He started slowly.
Ed spoke up." I don't know what it is. But this body does. He won't talk though." He put a pout on as he finished. " I wish I did know what it was.."
"This body?" Riza stared at Ed in confusion.
"Wha'?" It was Ed's turn to be confused. " Oh...oh! Have I ruined the fun? Oh drat!"
Al instantly knew it wasn't his brother speaking. He hated that word. Drat... he had always said it sounded so stupid. " You're not my brother!"
"Well, dear, I don't know." He paused. " What?" He seemed to be asking himself something. " Oh...oh! He his your brother! Oh! Then this will be more fun...!" He paused again. " What do you mean 'no'? Get used to it kid! Your body will be killing many more people! Might as well start with some people close to you!" Pause. " Hey...what are you! No! Stop that! No! Stop! Stop!"
Edward collapsed holding his head with both hands. His face flashed with pain. His hands soon hit the ground. He was sitting with his legs folded off to the side of him, trailing off. His hands supported him has he stared down. When he looked up, both eyes were golden. They flashed with importance and pain.
" Al!" Ed reached a hand out to his younger brother. " Al, you have to run! All of you!" He swept his golden gaze around the group, and jumped when another scream sounded off.
Mustang walked over to Ed, and knelt down. His onyx eyes glared at the younger boy. " How do we know this isn't a trick?"
Ed snarled at Roy. " Look, you bastard! I know what I said, and I'm sorry, but it wasn't me! It was-" He cut off has he gasped in pain. He shivered violently and stared in horror at the dusty red ground. When he looked back up, his eyes filled with terror and determination. "Never mind! Just get out! Run!" He stopped and choked up. " Please..."
"Not without you!" Alponse glared at his older brother.
"Al! Listen to me! I'll be fine! Just please get out of here!" Edward snarled at his younger brother, making him flinch. His tone was harsh, something he rarly used against Al. But he needed to get it through to him. "They are capturing people, enslaving them. Making them do their dirty work!" Unshead tears shown in Ed's golden eyes. " I don't want to have to watch you get-" He cut off and looked back down at the ground. Although they couldn't see his eyes, they saw tears drip into the reddening dust. When he looked back up, tears washed his eyes and face.
To Edward, tears were weakness. But this was no time to worry about his reputation! " Please just get out of here! They will make me-" He cut off again, but kept staring. He continued, his voice choking and soft. " They will make me kill you. He has it in mind! He wants your blood, and my anguish. Please, don't let him have it!" His voice had slowly risen to something of a soft shriek.
Alphonse kept staring at his older brother. He wasn't about to leave him in this mess. Not now. Not ever.
Edwards expression changed from terror to fury in a second. " Alphonse Elric! Damn it all! GET OUT OF HERE, NOW!" He now screeched at his younger brother, showing more fury towards him than he had ever. " I know exactly what your thinking! And if you even try it, Al, I swear, I'll-" He cut off and gripped his head with one hand. He shook more violently, if that was even possible. He was already shaking in a mix of fear and anger.
Hawkeye and Roy were silently watching the scene unfold. It was very shocking when Ed yelled at Al. It must have hurt him to do it. They both jumped at another blood curdling shriek from the black smoke. They needed to move, and move now.
Roy tried his luck. " Alphonse, you have to listen to Fullmetal. We have to-"
Al cut Roy off. It was his turn to be furious. " What are you even thinking!" It was directed at Edward. "I thought you knew me better than that!"
Edward looked confused and then his faced faded into submission as Al continued.
"I will not. Nor will I EVER. Leave you here. In anything like this. EVER." Alphonse wad speaking in a calm, determined tone.
Ed stared at his younger brother. Compassion and understanding shone in those blinding gold eyes. "You're right Al..." His voice was soft and submissioned. He was tired of shouting. Tired of trying. No matter how hard he fought with his little brother, nothing would change his mind. " But if you hadn't noticed, I'm not going anywhere..."
Roy looked thoughtful for a second. Then he snapped his fingers in a ' I have an idea' way. Thank god he wasn't wearing his ignition gloves again... " Do you ever leave this tent, Ed, when that other person is controlling you?"
Ed shuddered at the thought of being controlled again, but answered, " Only about 10 feet to greet...Well...not greet, but push to their deaths..." He shuddered again. " I'm going to need serious therapy after this...and even that won't help much!" Ed joked around, but his voice shook. " You don't know, nor do you want to know what I've seen here. What I've done, but have no control what-so-ever..."
"Brother...ha-have you...killed?" Alphonse asked shakily.
Edward looked up at his brother, that warm compassion still shining bright, but it was mixed with sympathy and sadness. Al clearly understood this look, and lowered his head.
"Well," Mustang broke into the conversation. " My guess is the soul controlling you is binded to the tent. Hence, the strange light..." He gazed at Edward with no emotion. " If we do get you away from here, odds are, that soul will have no choice but to stay. My guess is also when the soul is seperated from you, it will nothing that theropy won't help." He flashed a quick smile.
"Well, great! Now, what's the plan?"
"Your plan, Ed." Hawkeye spoke up from her silence.
" My plan? Run? Yeah, cause that will totally work for me!" Ed half growled the joke while shifting his weight. The cut on his chest still glistened with blood. " No, I'm joking. I can run. Well...depending on what you call a run. My head is still screaming with that annoying little voice."
"The voice of the soul?" Al asked.
"Nope." Ed grunted as he stood up and steadied himself. "That little voice that says this is a REALLY bad idea!" With that, he made a mad dash to the exit, the small group in haul.
As soon as they reached the outside, Ed stopped and breathed in fresh air. " GOD..." He gasped, "It reeked in there.."
"Yeah, it smelled like death and blood." Roy added as he caught up.
"Thanks...for that mental image Colonel Bastard!"
"Maybe we should have listen to you and left you there, you midget!"
" WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SMALL THAT-" Surprisingly, Ed broke off in the middle of his rant. His eyes widened a little. He quickly turned his head to the side ans spat on the ground. When it hit the ground, There was nothing but a large splotchy of crimson on the ground.
"Fffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Edward moaned as he stared at the puddle of blood. " That's not suppose to happen!"
"My guess is, the soul splitting." Roy piped up. He didn't sound the least bit worried.
"Well, damn it then, keep walking!" Ed followed his own orders and kept walking away from the tent. Al was beginning to worry when his brother, every 20 seconds or so, would spit out blood. He caught Eds eye when he looked back the group. Edward smiled lightly and turned back to the front, walking proudly and as strong as he could. When the tent was out of sight, Ed stopped hacking blood left and right.
"Well that was easier than I thought." Ed commented as he put his hands on his hips, looking too pale to be healthy. Still posing, he felt flat on his face.
"Brother!" Al was instantly at his brothers side. But only sighed when Ed snored lightly.
"What the hell are we going to do with you, Fullmetal..."
Hawkpath: Well, if you think that was terrifing and sad to read, think about the author! I had to write it! Oh, curse my wild imagination! While listening to The Greatest Show Unearthed, this is what popped into my head. Orginaly, Winry was going to be a victim, but I didn't feel like it...
Ed: Well, I think-
Rex: Yeah, yeah, we all know, you think it was horrible, blah blah blah...
Hawkpath: Although I welcome your support, Rex, and your show DOES have a manga/comic, please get back to Generator Rex. Oh, and to all my GR readers out there, I PROMISE. My Asylum will be updated...I just need time to sort my likings... Fma has taken over a large part of my writing, and it's a little more fun to write about.
Ed: Yeah, MY show has a lot more DEPTH.
Rex: Your show is bloody...
Ed: Because only a wuss would limit it to only a small mouth bleed every 20 episodes...And at least mine has a lot more colorful vocabulary.
Hawkpath: PLACE YOUR BETS! ONE AND ALL! Whose show is better? GR? Or FMA? Well, I'm taking to FMA fans, so OF COURSE you'll choose FMA! Give me a shout in a review if you like the show ( Well of course...) And if you liked the fic!
Ed: Hmm...I have an idea! QUESTION! We all know you LOVE FMA. But WHY? OOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Hawkpath: Oh, yeah! Perfect! Answer the question people! Or Edward will be very very sad... Review please!