HughesHanajimaHilariaHypocrite - Oh you have no idea how much XD

miroku-has-darkness - Yesh XD More coming.

soupcan - Edo as a nazi... Yes the idea... Things will get better never fear! CSI is okay, I don't care for the characters at all, but I just watch it for the cases. I'll watch anything with that kind of thing. Law and Order, CSI, CSI variations, and Numb3rs. I watch all those depending on how good the case is.

PrincessZidet - No no Alphonse would never commit suicide! You'll seeeeeee... X3

SmilelyFaceMel - Hehe, nazi Edo is scary! As for Alphonse...you'll see.

Harryswoman - You, me, and everyone else XD

Mean Fangirl - Ohhhhh you'll seeee. X3

Dark Angel Rising II - Next chapter should be posted Friday...which is dumb to tell you beccause it's right here... Anyway! I got the idea because we were learning about the Holocaust this year and I was thinking to myself and said 'hm...just about everyone in FMA would be dead.' So I got to thinking about if the movie continued to WWII, then most of the characters would be dead. So I kept going into it as an idea thing until I decided to just write it out. It went through A LOT of changes and concepts and now, here it is.

Chapter sixteen - Memories
Edward found it hard to breathe as he felt himself stumble up and towards the edge of the roof. His first thought was that the man who had gone down the stairs a while ago had forced Alphonse into the chamber. Edward wouldn't know; it would've been easy. He was too busy dropping the gas into the building to notice if one more had been added to the mix.

He looked down the edge of the building, eyes searching intenselyfor any sign that his brother was okay. He sighed in relief when he found his brother was, technically, unharmed. He frowned, though, when he actually absorbed the scene.

The man that had gone down the stairs was holding Alphonse against a little peep hole in the side wall. Alphonse was struggling to get away, but he wasn't strong enough against the man. He was screaming and crying, trying desperately to pull back, but the man who held him held him firmly and laughed.

Edward narrowed his eyes as he waved his hands downward. "Hey! Let go of him!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, but all the screams were muffling his own. That or the man was ignoring him.

There was laughter from behind Edward as a few men came up to watch the scene below. "Hey Edward; looks like your little brother's having fun."

"Make him stop right now!" Edward growled. "Let go of him!" he shouted down at the man again. He still didn't let go though, and that only made Edward angrier. "Let go of my brother!" he shouted louder as the screams started to fade out.

He decided to just go stop him himself. He started going down the stairs, even after the men on the roof laughed and told him to leave them alone. "He's just getting cultured!" a few shouted before laughing it off, but Edward ignored them.

Once Edward reached the bottom he grabbed the man's shoulder and yanked him off. The man fell to the ground as Edward reached for his brother. Alphonse immediately turned and clung to his brother, crying into his chest. Edward softened a little as he pat his brother gently.

"Al…are you okay?" he asked quietly as he listened to the dying screams. It would be silent soon, and only Alphonse's sobs would be heard.

"B-brother, what was that?" Alphonse hiccupped as he held onto Edward, as though if he let go he would never see him again. "I don't…I don't understand."

"I know," Edward said, nodding as he continued to try and calm his brother. "Just try and forget it, okay?"

"I can't," Alphonse whispered as he shook his head. He kept crying until Edward's front was soaking wet with tears. "Not that…I don't understand."

"Well…the people go inside this building and…they drop gas on them so they can't breathe until they just--"

"No!" Alphonse choked out as he looked up at his brother with wide, terrified eyes. "I mean…I don't understand why you did this! Why would you…" He shook his head looking away again. "You just…why brother…?" he asked as he started to fade out of consciousness.

Edward held onto Alphonse as he dropped into his arms. Edward took a deep breath, trying to think of what to say to that.

He couldn't think of a single word.

When Alphonse woke a few hours later, he found himself in a small bed, similar to how Edward had awoken the first day in Birkenau. He sat up gasping for air as he looked around. Edward was near his side, sitting in a chair, waiting for his brother to wake up.

"Oh good, you're awake," another voice said from the side. Alphonse looked from his brother to the woman that had just spoken. He frowned a little as he recognized the woman as Trisha Elric. He knew then that he was probably in the medical barrackEdward had spoken about.

He didn't say anything as he rubbed his head. Screams were ringing in his ears to where he just couldn't forget them. He hated it.

"Al, are you okay?" Edward asked after awhile, leaning over so he was closer to his brother. He had a weak smile on his face, but it didn't help. "You've been out for hours. It's almost time to go home."

That made Alphonse jump slightly. Go home? Did Edward just say that? He let his eyes wander around a little, still half awake. He looked over at Trisha and smiled. "Nice to see you're okay."

"I am," she said nodding as she held up a clipboard, writing something. "How are you feeling, Alphonse?"
"Fine," he said softly, though Edward could tell it was a lie. Alphonse's tone had changed a pitch, just enough so that someone could catch it if they knew the boy well enough. Edward frowned as he scooted back to his original spot and waited.

"That's good," Trisha said, writing it down. "You just had a fainting spell; it was nothing to--"

"Where are those people?" Alphonse asked suddenly, looking around.

"What people?" she asked blinking, a little confused.

"The people from the gas chamber. Where are they?" he asked somewhat panicked. "You know what, forget it," he said pushing off the sheets as he wobbled out of the room.

Edward stared at Trisha in confusion before getting up and going after his brother. "Al? Al, wait up!" he called, going after Alphonse as he walked down the hall. Alphonse had tears in his eyes, but didn't say anything. "Alphonse, stop," he said frowning as he caught up and grabbed Alphonse's shoulder.

"Don't!" Alphonse snapped suddenly before Edward could jerk him around. He wasn't use to outbursts like that, so his tears started falling.

Edward stared at Alphonse, a worried expression on his face. "Al, listen to me, please…" he said letting go of Alphonse and pulling back. "I know your upset, but--"

"Upset?" Alphonse asked frowning, almost ashamed at Edward's words. "Ed, I'm more then upset," he said, shaking his head. "I-I can't even look at you right now!" he said looking down. Edward understood, even if it did hurt.

"Why not?" Edward asked. The words just came out on their own, but he already knew the answer.

"Why not?" Alphonse's voice cracked as he spoke. "Why not what? Why can't I look at you? Maybe it's because my own flesh and blood is a…a cold blooded killer!"

"I haven't killed anyone!" Edward snapped in defense. It had to be the biggest lie he'd ever told in his life. Alphonse just looked at his brother in disgust as he turned to leave again, but Edward caught him. "Al--!"

"Brother, no!" Alphonse cried as he pulled back again; or rather, he tried to and failed. He ended up hitting his brother's chest, crying like before. He didn't know what else to do. It felt like the world was ending.

"I'm sorry," Edward said as he held his brother there. He wasn't sure what else to say. Say something like "Gee, I'm sorry I killed all those people?" It just wouldn't work.

Alphonse didn't say anything; just cried for a long time. It was time to go back to their home barrack. Edward could tell because people outside the nearest window were heading back.

"Al, we have to go ho-- to the barrack," he said, quickly correcting himself.

Alphonse nodded and hesitated to let go as he started leaving the building. Edward followed after awhile, wanting to go back and tell Trisha, but he decided against it.

The entire time walking back, the brothers hardly spoke. A few SS men said congratulations to Edward for his work, but Edward ignored them. Every time someone spoke to Edward, Alphonse went a little pale.

When they reached the camp, they were given their daily rations even if it was late (a little past ten from what Edward could tell). Then again, in Auschwitz, it was always dark out so it was hard to tell; especially since it was winter time.

The brothers ate in silence, picking apart their rations. Alphonse hardly touched his food, sloshing his water around. He wasn't very hungry at the moment, so he just set it aside and just stared up at the sky.

Edward watched him stop and stare, then went back to eating his rations. The death in the air didn't bother him anymore. He wanted to talk to Havoc, almost desperately, but he would be asleep by now.

After so long, Edward got tired of eating, so he left his rations aside like Alphonse and looked up. The sky was clear out, but the smoke from the chambers and furnace blocked out the stars.

"Hey Al," Edward said, leaning back, "remember when we were little?"

"Of course I do," Alphonse said out of reflex. He didn't really have to think about it; it was a simple question and answer.

"Remember when we use to sleep under the stars?"

"A little," Alphonse said shrugging, not interested in the game Edward was playing. "Mom hated when we did because she was worried we would get sick."

"Right. So we would sneak out some days and just lay outside for a while. We'd name the constellations and make up our own. Remember our favorite?"

"The loving mother?" Alphonse asked with a weak smile.

"No, no. That was our second favorite."

"Oh, you mean the sleeping cat?" Alphonse asked with another smile, this one more genuine.

Edward chuckled, "Yeah. The one by the big dipper."

"No it wasn't," Alphonse said shaking his head as he pointed up at the sky. "The one by the big dipper was your personal favorite."

"Oh right!" Edward said grinning. "The spilt milk carton?"

"Yeah," Alphonse said laughing a little. "Do you remember the one mom made?"

"Uh…sure?" Edward said nervously, trying to remember.

"The little boy," Alphonse said nodding. "You always got pouty when she mentioned it."

"Oh yeah, I remember," Edward said rolling his eyes. "That was some kind of sick joke. I'm taller now though," he said proudly.

"Yeah, I know," Alphonse said looking over at his brother. Everything seemed calmer now. Neither of the brothers felt like they were in the camp anymore. They felt like they were in their backyard back in Risembol, sneaking around behind their mother's back to look up at the stars.

That is until someone snapped them out of it. "Hey, you two! If you're done, get to your barrack!" Their barrack leader shouted.

The brothers looked at each other and sighed and then got up. They didn't bother to take their rations as they headed inside and went straight to their bunk. Most of the men inside were asleep, though a few people were saying something about one or two being dead; something that was just part of life.

They lay down, a little sore, but they didn't complain. Some people were snoring over them, but they ignored them as they lay there. Alphonse took in a deep breath and closed his eyes, still pretty tired even after his little nap.

When Edward heard the men talking about death, his happy thoughts vanished and were replaced by that death feeling again. He started thinking about Alphonse's face again and he frowned. What was the reason he killed again? As bad as that sounded, he did have a reason…

"I did it for us," he whispered. Alphonse shifted a little, barely hearing his brother. He gave him a little look of confusion as Edward turned to look at Alphonse. "I killed to save us."

"What?" Alphonse asked frowning as he sat up on his stomach. Did his brother just say that? He killed to save?

"You heard me," he said with a little smile, almost proudly. "I killed those people in order to save us."

Alphonse felt himself get a little redder, his anger coming back. "You killed those innocent people to save us?" he asked shocked. "That doesn't even make sense," he said, shaking his head.

"Yes, it does," Edward said smiling and nodded. "Think about it. They all think this is a game. The meaner you act, the further you get. If I act mean, then they'll let us live. That's how it always has been. That's why I acted the way I did."

"Ed, you weren't acting!" Alphonse snapped as he narrowed his eyes. "Y-you weren't acting in the least bit! Those people…those people you killed weren't part of some game. They were just people. Sick, old people who were trying to live and you killed them."

"I did it to save us though," Edward said shaking his head. "I don't want to see anyone hurt you ever again, so I--"

"So you killed innocent people in order for me to live?" Alphonse asked as his eyes began to water, both from frustration and sorrow. "Is that…is that what you're saying?"

"Of course. I know that those people didn't deserve to die, but I couldn't let them kill you. And besides, they can just be reborn in our world."

"No they can't, brother," Alphonse whispered, almost in a deadly tone. "A person can't be reborn. There are two worlds we live in, and they're connected, but only a little. Just because you die in one world doesn't mean you're reborn and keep living in the other.

"Think of all the people we've met. Sure they look like them, but they're not them." Alphonse said, shaking his head. "You met Alfons, but was he me?"

"No, but maybe--"

"Maybe nothing! You killed them for your own sick amusement because you let this place get to you! You gave up hope too soon and now--!"

A loud sound filled the barrack as Edward's hand stayed still. Half in the air and half on Alphonse's cheek. His eyes showed pure anger, even towards his little brother. Alphonse's cheek was bright red and stinging where his brother slapped him. The tears ran down his face heavier now, but he couldn't find the strength to move.

"I am not a killer," Edward hissed under his breath before pulling back. He kept his eyes locked on Alphonse, waiting for him to respond in some way.

Alphonse just kept crying before shaking his head as he rubbed his cheek. "I don't know who you are anymore…" he whispered as he leaned back then faced away. His sobs filled the barrack and Edward had no choice but to listen as he lay back down and faced away.

He had nothing more to say to Alphonse that hadn't been said already. Alphonse was too busy crying to say anything anyway. The younger brother hugged himself as he tried to silence himself, but it wasn't working. He kept that way until he fell asleep.

Edward was the same way, fuming in anger until he drifted off to sleep. He felt awful about the way he'd treated Alphonse, but knew his brother would forgive him in the morning. It was this place. This Hell. It was messing so much with his mind…

He'd survive though.

They both would.

There we go for chapter sixteen! I hope you enjoyed it. I had fun writing it. This chapter was like a roller coaster to me. Good moments between the brothers, then bad, then good, then bad, then 'I want to kill Edward' moments here and there. Especially the end.
Hehe, I tricked a lot of you with chapter fifteen. Alphonse was alive and well(?) after all. See that's good.
Those who are counting down...just another chapter or two to go! Then rebellion time! Whoo-hoo!! Uh-oh, spoiler X3
I got my new editor!!! -happydance- Mel is awesome! I'm so lucky! It's too bad the story's almost over. Once it's done though, I'm going back to fix the chapters. Especially the first four or five. Those are awful! I didn't even realize... I started twitching while reading them in class. So I will fix them, but first! I type chapter seventeen!

RxR I love you all!

-Kori