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Chapter five - Capture
Edward hadn't been so quick to go with them this time; then again there wasn't much he could do. The boys were circled around and being watched by a good two dozen of them or so. With no way to really escape without having them go after the boys. He stood his ground though and made no effort to move. Alphonse had done the same in following his brother.

"Edward Elric! You are under arrest and to come with us under the command of-"

"Thanks, I heard you the first time." Edward hissed under his breath. "I just saw Himmler yesterday, what reason would he have for coming after me now? I haven't done anything wrong. He even stated I was fine so long as my loyalty was with the Nazis."

"Yes, but we have been told from various sources that your loyalty is not with Nazis. Not only that, but you have only been a member of Germany for a few years. In fact, many people say that you claim to have come from a whole different world. A Shambala?"

Just when Edward thought he had escaped that name...

"Well sure I claim it, but maybe I'm just insane." Edward retorted a little too smugly.

The Nazis narrowed their eyes; all of them. Then in one quick motion, they seized the boys, and held them tightly. Enough so that it made Alphonse yelp from behind.

Edward struggled at first, especially after hearing his brothers cry, "let us go!" He shouted as he kicked and tugged, "we haven't done anything wrong! Let us go-!" Edward suddenly doubled over from pain as he felt everything start to go black. His vision blurred as he looked up at the men; a little stunned. Did someone kick him? Or punch him? Damn, it hurt.

He was only awake a few more seconds; enough to hear Alphonse screaming.

Then all went black and still.

Edward groaned as he sat up. He rubbed his head as he allowed his eyes to adjust and look around. Where was he? This place didn't look familiar. Too many people to tell from where he was sitting. Hard cement ground, dirt stained and broken with trash piled all over. There were loud shouts in all directions coming from people and defiantly Nazis.

He shook his head rapidly to shake off the sleepy feeling he had as he backed up a little. Hitting into a brick wall he finally realized where he was. "The train station?" He asked to no one in particular as he looked up at the sky; or lack there of.

"You've been out for an hour," a timid voice asked from Edward's right. He jumped and turned to see Alphonse. He looked like he had been crying, though currently he was just sitting still. Perfectly still as he stared on ahead. The two were sitting somewhere in the back from some reason. Meaning the train was only a few yards away.

"Al?" Edward gasped as he forced himself up. He looked all around from where he stood, panicked on a minute before turning back to Alphonse out of rage. "What happened? Where are we?"

"Train station," Alphonse said simply. His voice was hoarse and possibly sore from strain. Too much screaming, "they took us here right after you fainted. They drug us into a car and drove us here. I was so scared," he said hiding his face in his hands. Burying his eyes into his palms as he tried to stop any oncoming tears. "I'm sorry...I couldn't stop them."

Edward just looked down at Alphonse, face growing softer and sympathetic. "Al, hey your not to blame." He said as he bent down and pat his brother's head. "Your not hurt are you?" He asked suddenly.

"No!" Alphonse snapped, not towards his brother, just in general. Edward nodded and sighed again as he stood up once more.

"Good," he whispered as he looked again, "and what? They just left us here?" Alphonse nodded from below before pushing his hands back down to his side so he could look back up at his brother.

"We're going to a camp," he said softly. "A concentration camp. A death camp." Alphonse said as he got up, leaning against the wall for support. His legs were weak and shaky. Edward watched him a second then looked back to the large trains people were loading into.

"So, that's what it's come to," he hissed under his breath as he shook his head. "Come on, we're getting out of here." He said as he grabbed Alphonse's arm and tugged him along. Through the large crowds of people to where he thought the exit was.

"Brother, we can't. The Nazis are blocking all the exits."

"There has to be some way!" Edward shouted as he bullied his way through. Alphonse struggled to keep up with so many people around; and in the end, he tripped and fell. He was up soon enough but by the time he was, there was no sign of Edward.

"B-brother?" Alphonse yelped and he spun around, eyes grown wide. "Brother! Brother, where are you?" He shouted as he panicked. There were so many people walking around, and none of them were Edward. He felt the tears coming back as he continued to spin around in search of his brother. "Ed! Edward, please!"

"Is something wrong?" A soft quiet voice asked from the sidelines. Alphonse felt his whole body go numb. He knew that voice. It took a while for him to remember how to breath as he gulped down the lump in his throat and turned around. There she was.

Long chestnut hair tied in a front ward ponytail; with a torn brown dress on for an outfit. Her eyes were gentle and sad as she looked at Alphonse. Now he really felt like crying. "Mom..." He whispered between little chokes.

She smiled, "oh you poor thing." She said as she took his hand and started pulling him along. "Come on, lets get you out of this crowd." Alphonse didn't even protest as he followed her. It was just so natural to do so, and once away from the busy crowd, and off to the side. She spoke some more. "Now tell me, who is it your looking for?" She paused, "oh how rude of me. I'm Trisha. Trisha Elric. What is your name?"

"I'm Alphonse El-" He paused, "I'm Alphonse." He finished with a small nod. "I'm looking for my older brother. We seem to have gotten lost." He said as he watched her. He couldn't help it. She was so...mom like to him.

"Well Alphonse, let's see if we can't find him." She said as she searched for the other boy. Alphonse frowned slightly as he watched her. How would she know what he looked like even if he did go by?

"Al!" Edward's voice broke through the crowd. Alphonse jumped slightly as he turned in the direction the voice had come from. "Al, there you are!" Edward said as he ran over, panting a little as he looked over his brother. "I turned around and you were gone, are you okay?"

Alphonse nodded, "yeah I'm fine, and for record, you left me." He said with a weak smile. It was mostly sarcastic.

"Oh good, you found him," Trisha said as she looked over at Edward. His reaction was almost the same as Alphonses had been. Alphonse nodded then waved a hand to his brother.

"This is my older brother, Edward. Brother, this is Trisha Elric." Alphonse introduced nervously. At first Edward didn't understand. The first thing that flashed into his mind was his mother's grave; no matter how morbid that sounded. Then he remembered that they were in Germany. He had always figured he'd run into her somewhere, somehow. Just not like this.

"Well hello Edward," she said with a little nod, "it's nice to meet you. I found Alphonse in the crowd and so I pulled him aside to help him look for you. I hope you didn't worry too much."

"Not at all," he lied, "Alphonse usually is the only worrying about me. Thank you for helping him. I hope he wasn't any trouble."

"No trouble at all," she said with a little laugh. "See, its going to sound a bit strange, but-" she reached into her pocket and pulled out a small picture. It had two little boys, around the age of five or six, playing in a nice green yard. The blonde haired one was holding up a big beetle and the darker blonde one was just staring at it like it was gross. All and all; it was the Elric brothers.

"You see," she explained as she put it back, "you two remind me of my boys. It's weird but I can see them looking a lot like you in the future." She explained as she gave another light laugh. "My husband is always talking about things like 'other dimensions' and 'other worlds' so when I saw you, Alphonse, I thought 'maybe that's my Alphonse from another world.' Kind of silly huh?"

"Not at all," Alphonse said shaking his head. "Many people want to believe in other worlds but in fact-"

"There aren't such things as other worlds, but is nice to imagine." Edward cut in, giving Alphonse a small warning look. Alphonse frowned but got the hint. No talking about their homeland, even if Trisha might have believed them.

"Yes I guess it is," she said somewhat dreamily as the Nazis shouts grew louder. The three looked over at a man who was supposedly leading their little group.

"All Untermenschen are to load into the nearest train immediately! We will be taking you to your new location! Anyone left behind will be eliminated." He warned. Almost immediately everyone there began to push forward and load into the train provided.

"There isn't enough room," Edward observed as he looked around. "Come on," he said as he tried to push his way through. He wasn't about to stay there, and he wouldn't allow Alphonse to be left behind either. "Everyone stay together!" He shouted back. Alphonse nodded and grabbed a hold of both Trisha and Edwards hands.

Trisha didn't seem to protest at all as they went through the crowds of people. It was hard; everyone was all clumped together to make a solid wall. Edward glared at them and shouted at them to move, but no one listened. A few cursed at him back until soon they were further ahead.

"Ed! Slow down!" Alphonse shouted as he felt strain on his arms. It was like they were playing tug-of-war with his body. Trisha was lagging behind, especially with people knocking into her. Then there was Edward who was faster and a lot more pushy. A tug here and another pull there and Alphonse was beginning to fell pain. "Brother stop!" He shouted, but the crowds were louder than him.

Edward kept pulling and Trisha kept falling until Alphonse couldn't take it anymore. He had to let go of one of them. He felt tears crawl out of his eyes; out of both pain and sadness. "I'm sorry!" He shouted at the top of his lungs as he let go.

Okay so, there is a lot more to this chapter, but I decided to cut it off there. Not like its a real cliffie, but eh. I had, once again, a new editor for this chapter so I'm sorry if they missed things. They often times do, but what can I say, we're only human. A few things to talk about real quick, PLEASE READ:
Trisha Elric. I realize that she probably would have a different name or something and your probably asing 'WTF?! Her kids wouldn't look them them unless Hoenhiem was with her!' And all that stuff. I realize that. In fact, I thought long and hard about it. I was thinking about having Hoenhiem be with her or something in past, then decided against it. It doesn't really matter though. She isn't /very/ important to the story. So that's the deal with her.
Also! I edited chapter 4, because Aevium pointed out a computer error thing. So I fixed that if you saw that or not. It wasn't big but it was there. So I fixed that.
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- Kori