Chapter 2--Gun to the head
Ed had awoken groggy and grumpy that morning, and the fact that the colonel had been there the night before didn't help him much. He glanced at the clock...or where the clock would've been if it hadn't been knocked on the floor sometime during the night. Ed grumbled to himself as he crawled to the side of the bed, looking over the edge with grimace. The clock was broken.
Gears, screws, glass and other various smaller parts littered the wooden floor. Not that that helped anything, for now he had yet another mess to clean up. And it was all that damned colonels' fault. The next time he saw him, he was gonna...he was gonna.
Ed clutched a near-by pillow to his chest, squeezing it securely and burring his head into it. He took a deep breath and was pleased to find that--beyond the stench of sex--Roy's scent still lingered. Ed was embarrassed to find that he sort-of wanted Roy back in his room, shirtless, looming over his smaller frame.
Edward closed his eyes, fantasising. If he couldn't help the way he felt about him, then why did he feel so damn stupid when he thought about him? Ed shook his head--which was still on the pillow--and grumbled. Man, wasn't he a pathetic sight to see? Ed mumbled a 'yes' to the thought, not really knowing that he had done so.
Time passed, not a lot, but without the presence of a clock or watch, there was no way to know how long he had sat there intoxicated with that same, faint scent. But it must have just long enough to worry his brother, who now stood outside his locked door, rasping on it's polished surface.
"Brother?" more knocking, "Are you awake?"
Ed looked up from his comfortable sanctuary, and tucked a lock of golden hair behind his ear. He glanced wearily around the room, and realized how much of a mess it was in. Blankets--aside the one that was wrapped around his waist--were sprawled on the floor, along with...one, two...four pillows. The sheets that were on the bed had been torn off and bundled into a ball and was tossed into the far corner--sleeping in the same sheets he and Mustang fucked in, made him quite uncomfortable. Besides all that, there was that stupid clock.
"Yeah, Al. I'm awake," Ed yawned, "Whydya ask?"
There was a pause from the other side of the door, which made Ed worry. 'Shit...did he find out?'
"The colonel's here to see you, brother."
Ed froze. Did Al just say the colonel was here to see...him? That could only mean one thing...he was here to...to...to...Ed shook his head. Damnit, he hadn't even got up and gotten dressed and he was back to torture him. That was it...he couldn't take it anymore... That stupid bastard was using him as a goddamn fuck toy. It was all to much on him.
Ed pulled open the side tables door--the same table in which the clock was supposed to be sitting on. He glanced at all it contained; a few pens, a comb, and a small black box. Ed picked up the box and sat it on his lap, turning towards the door when Al spoke again.
"Brother? What are you doing", Al knocked again, "Didn't you hear me? The colonel's here to see you. He's in the living room, waiting."
Ed looked away from the door and back to the box. What it contained would settle everyone's' problems...namely, his own.
"I'll be there in a second, kay, Al?"
He heard the armor nod and walk down the hall. This would be his only opportunity. He had to end this...and now. He couldn't live with Roy...couldn't love Roy if he kept using him like he was.
"A goddamn fuck toy...that's all I am to him."
Ed opened the black box, slowly and took out what was inside it. A gun. Yep, a fully-loaded gun...that was prepared to shoot at a mere pull of the trigger. Ed put the barrel of the gun at his left temple.
"A fucking fuck toy...used by the one I love...heh...How damn stupid can I be?"
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Roy felt...awkward standing in the Elric's apartment. It wasn't like it was the first time he had been here--it was just the first time he came here...with a bouquet of flowers. Yes, flowers for his dear Edward. He didn't understand it either...he just woke up and had the overwhelming feeling that if he didn't tell Ed that he loved him..something would happen to him. Ed, not he, himself.
So that was the reason for his sudden appearance. But what in the hell was Fullmetal taking so long? It wasn't like him...Roy blushed when a sudden thought occurred to him. Maybe he had worn him out last night.
Roy was about to go into detail with his kinky vision when he had enough. If Fullmetal wasn't going to come to him, he was going to go to Fullmetal.
Roy stood up and walked to that all to familiar door. The stench of sex radiated out of it...Roy sighed, thank god Al didn't have a sense of smell...or they'd be done for. Roy turned the door knob, and was annoyed to find that it was locked.
"Damnit, Fullmetal..." Roy easily undid the lock and flung open the door. "What's taking you so long Fullme--"
Roy took a step back, the shock of seeing his lover with a gun to his head overwhelming him. Roy felt the sting of tears as he forced his voice to steady out and his face to remain emotionless. Something that, at the moment, was a hard task to complete.
"Edward..." was all he managed to choke out, the lump in his throat growing rapidly. He turned to the sound of his name, making Roy take a few steps backward in an attempt to flee that look. A look twisted out of horror and pain so undesirable that it was haunting.
"Say...good-bye to your...goddamned fuck toy..." the youth said, crocking out the words in a cold, callous tone.
Roy shook his head in disbelief. No, this wasn't the Ed he knew, the Ed he loved. This...this was all just a dream, a shitty nightmare composed from one of the many horror novels he had picked up and read. What had he done to him? What in the hell did he do to make him become so...suicidal?
'No, Mustang, he is suicidal. If you don't do anything, and fast, Ed'll be...'
Roy shook his head. No, he wasn't going to think about that...he couldn't, his heart couldn't take it if he was to die--especially, right in front of him. Roy rose to his feet, unsteadily--his legs were shaking violently.
He opened his mouth to say something; a plea, an apology, anything...but all that was permitted to leave the boundaries of his throat was a small squeak. No...this couldn't be happening...it just couldn't. He ran, yes, Roy ran to Edward...just as he was about to pull the trigger.
"ED! Stop! DON'T SHOOT, PLEASE!"
There was a slight pause when Roy grabbed Ed's arm--the one that held the gun level with his temple--and attempted to tear the gun from his grip to throw it.
"I LOVE YOU!"
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Al turned as he heard what sounded like a gun firing twice. The sound echoed eerily down the hall, growling like ravenous beasts tearing into the bloody flesh of the kill. Al jolted towards his brothers room. How...what had happened?
"No...no! Brother! Colonel!"
The two bodies lay on the same bed, entwined and bloody. It was hard to tell which got shot...in fact, Al couldn't tell. Both their faces were twisted with pain...and something that looked peaceful somehow. Hunks of flesh littered the bed as well as the floor. Blood had sprayed on the headboard in a delicate pattern, each little droplet glistened with a devilish luster. The bed, itself, was surrounded in a shallow sea of the crimson liquid.
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(Okay me peeps, finally the second chappy is up! Sorry to leave ya hangin' there, but more is soon to come! --smiles-- I promise! --waves-- please review! the more reviews, the faster I update!
'As I look into the sea of crimson, I realize how much I truly love you...'--somethin' I worte to go with the end of the story...well...this is what inspired me to write the end like this...anyways, peace!
Ele.)