Nightmare
"Mom! Mom, look at this!" A young blonde boy trotted up to his brown-haired mother, who smiled happily as he held up a toy in his hand. "Me and Al made it all by ourselves! With alchemy!"
"That's good, Ed," the woman said, ruffling her son's hair as he grinned happily. She smiled and closed her eyes. Suddenly, the scenic backdrop faded to black.
"It's too bad you couldn't put me back together, too," her voice said, taking on a chiming, nightmarish tone. Blood seeped out of her mouth and dripped from her hair and clothes and she melted into a black, broken thing. The boy's expression changed from happy to terrified.
He began to flee, afraid, when he heard a voice. That voice.
"Let's play."
He whipped around, to see a manically grinning man, that man, standing next to a dog-like creature with brown hair hanging down into its dull, white, blank eyes.
"Edward. Br-uh-ther."
The blonde closed his eyes, and he heard another voice.
"It's really too bad, Mr. Al~che~mist, that you couldn't save them."
The boy dared a look at the white figure.
"Isn't it?"
His eyes never fell from that grin until the moment he snapped awake.