(A/N)Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I know I said a day or two, but I was sick and I had to work the entire time I was sick which made me more sick and anyway my point is I'm not abandoning this story, nor shall I ever do that. Anyway, here's chapter 2. I didn't really have a set plan for what was going to happen, but I'm pretty happy with what came out, I hope you enjoy :)

When Ed woke up the next morning, it took him a minute. He laid in bed, just laying, in that weird limbo between asleep and fully awake, when he remembered.

When he remembered Shou, and his horrible acts against his daughter. When he remembered Nina and Alexander.

When he remembered what their bodies had looked like splattered across the walls.

Ed was then wide awake, sitting up and rubbing his eyes with his flesh hand. He sat their for a minute, his hand over his eyes, thinking in depth about what had happened, going over all of it, as if maybe he could remember something that would prove none of it really happened, that it was just a dream.

"You ok?" Al asked from his bed, where he had been reading a book moments prior.

"It really happened? It wasn't a dream?" Ed asked, hand still over his eyes.

Al hesitated before he whispered a quite "yes."

Ed sighed, then flopped back onto his mattress, putting his forearm over his eyes.

So Nina was really dead then. Scar had really blown her and Shou's brains out. Ed didn't get it. Shou, he got. He was a state alchemist, after all. Ed got why Scar would've gone after him. But not Nina. Ed would never understand what could drive a man to kill someone like Nina.

"Brother, I was thinking we could go see the colonel later, maybe figure out our next move. I know he gave you a few days leave, and I'd much rather you take the time off-"

"I don't want time off," Ed said, interrupting his brother. Honestly, Ed didn't know what he wanted. He didn't want to go back to work, but he knew he couldn't lay around his dorm all day, especially if Al was going to be watching him so closely. It was almost like that was how Al coped with tragedy like this. He would always fuss over his brother, then follow him in whatever stupid plan Ed came up with to avenge whatever tragedy had befallen them. Like when Al had gone along with the plan to revive their mother.

"I didn't think you would," Al said with a sigh. "So let's go get you some breakfast and then head over to the colonel's office.

"I'm not really hungr-"

"You said you would eat later, Ed, and it's later. So we are going to breakfast, then to the colonel's office."

Ed moved his arm off his eyes to look at his brother. Al was looking directly at him, and he knew he wouldn't back down. After all, he had said that. "Alright, Al. Let's go." Ed unwillingly got up and grabbed his red coat and boots, not changing considering he was still in his clothes from last night.

Ed and Al walked to the mess hall in silence. Ed had gone over all the events from last night over and over in his head, all except for the part where he saw Nina and Shou's bodies. He didn't want to think about that. But there was one part he just couldn't stop thinking about.

He couldn't stop thinking about when he vomited. It had made him feel so relived, and grounded when everything was spinning. How was that even possible? He'd just puked, probably from over exerting himself, it was normal. So why the hell was he so stuck on it? Why couldn't he stop thinking about it?

Ed's thoughts drew on as they approached the mess hall. When they finally got there, Al sat at one of the tables and continued to read from the book he'd brought earlier. It surprised Ed how... normal his brother was being. He didn't seem that upset about what had happened. Maybe the reading was helping to keep him occupied.

Ed went over to the buffet they always had set out for each meal and picked up a plate. He had no idea what to get, though. He wasn't lying when he had told Al he wasn't hungry. So he grabbed something simple, a spoonful of scrambled eggs and some toast and a glass of juice, because no way in hell he was getting milk.

He ate in silence as Al read his book, occasionally glancing up to make sure Ed was actually eating his food. Ed finished most of what he'd put on his plate, then got up and cleared his mess.

"I'm gonna go back to the dorm to shower, you can go ahead to see Mustang if you want, I won't be far behind."

"You didn't eat very much, Ed," Al said quietly.

"I told you I wasn't hungry. And quite nagging, Al, I'm fine. I'll meet you at Mustang's office," Ed said as he grabbed his coat off the back of the chair and headed back to his room. Al sighed as he watched his brother walk away. Maybe he should just give him some space, maybe then he'll come around. Al then got up and headed towards the colonel's office.

Ed got back to his dorm and then quickly dropped his clothes and got in the shower. Showers were one of the few things he actually enjoyed these days, the steaming water giving him a clearer head and time to think without his brothers watchful eyes on him. Ed thought again about the events of yesterday. About Al barging into their room, them running to the scene, him running away. Him puking.

It had felt so nice then. It had given him immediate and lasting relief from the feelings that had been rampaging his mind. He would do anything to feel that peace again. But he couldn't. Could he? It's not like it was wrong, puking was natural for the body.

Ed looked down at his flesh hand as hot water steamed down his back. He knew he could make himself puke. But wasn't that wrong? Damaging, even? But it would help him get though this whole ordeal, and it wasn't like he would be hurting anyone but himself.

And honestly, Ed didn't care much for what happened to him.

With that thought, Ed reached down his throat with his flesh had and puked.

It took Ed maybe 20 minutes to completely empty his stomach of the small breakfast he'd had earlier. Once he was sure he'd gotten everything, he stepped out of the shower on shaky legs and began to get ready to face the colonel. As he got dressed, he thought of how calming the churning in his gut was. It was a nice distraction and easy to focus on rather than think about the horrors that had happened yesterday as he left his dorm and headed towards where his brother and Mustang where waiting for him. He was so preoccupied that he hardly realized he was nearing his destination until he was standing outside Mustang's office.

Ed took a breath and walked in. All the voices stopped when he entered, but he refused to dwell on the fact that they stopped most likely because they were talking about him. He went and sat next to his brother on the couch in front of the colonel's desk.

"Fullmetal, I thought I told you to stay home," Mustang said as Ed sat down.

"Scar's still out there, and we need to catch him. That's all that matters."

"If that's what you want to do, then fine. Here," Roy said, handing a piece of paper to Ed. "This is all we have on him from the events of last night, maybe you can make something of it."

Ed took the paper from Roy and began to read, although it was rather difficult considering his hands wouldn't stop shaking enough for him to read the paper properly. Al didn't seem to notice this, but Roy did. He decided not to say anything. After all, Edward had just been though hell, there were bound to be side effects.

"Anything catch your eye?" Roy asked.

"It looks to me like he's simply attacking the state alchemists whenever he gets a good opportunity. At least, that's something we've figured out this far, right?" Ed said. He'd set the paper in his lap to be able to read it properly. Roy noticed that, too. "So he must have been heading somewhere near the Tucker estate, or wherever he was going, the house was on the way there. There's not much near there, though."

"Maybe he was leaving. He's got a lot of heat on him right now, maybe he was heading to the train station. The Tucker estate is on the way to the station," Al said.

"Yeah, that makes sense. Get out of town, kill a state alchemist on your way out. Sounds like something Scar would do," Mustang added. "But that doesn't tell us where he went once he reached the station, or if he was even going there."

"So me and Al will go ask around, see if anyone's seen him there."

"Alright, but I'm coming with you," Roy added.

"What? Colonel, we don't need a babysitter," Ed retorted.

"Brother-"

"The last time you two fought Scar by yourselves, you were completely physically destroyed, so I'm going with you two. That and I need a break from all this paperwork, I'm starting to go mad."

"Ugh, fine. Whatever. Let's go, Al." With that, Ed, Al, and the colonel all got up and began their walk to the train station.

"Thank you for coming, Colonel. I know you're only trying to help us. Ed won't say it but he's thankful too," Al said quietly to the Colonel as they left his office.

"You're welcome, Alphonse," Roy replied. And with that they all walked out of Central Command and towards the train station on the outside of town to investigate.

(A/N)So, whatcha think? Anything to add, any comments? I'd really love some feedback, to improve the story and all. Its for everyone to enjoy, so feel free to add your own comment.

BTW, Ed's hands and legs were shaking because of the rapid drop in his blood pressure. There are lots of different reasons as to why he would be shaking after purging, but I just wanted to put that out there for those of you that are interested. Anyway, thanks for reading. I don't know when I'll next update, but I promise I will update before Monday. Thank you guys again, I really appreciate when you read my stories.