Didn't get all that many reviews. Don't see why I should keep going but oh well.
I like this chapter because it kinda explains Matthew. Actually, Silvertongue isn't telling the whole truth...yet...I mean Matthew isn't....never mind! Can't tell you! You'll just have to wait and see!
Chapter 5
Sophie
Mustang left, left me in a hospital room with that shrimp and his brother! How could he? I only wanted to get away!!
I felt tears forming in my eyes…
-No! This is no time for crying!- I shouted to myself.
I have to get a grip!!!
"What did you show him, Ms. Silva?" The big armored one asked…oh right…Al.
"It's nothing." I said, hastily hiding it again.
What are you thinking? Showing that vile man your pendant?
"There all done!" said the blonde girl beside the shrimp.
She was looking at me curiously, I could feel it but when I turned my head to look back at her she averted her gaze, a slight blush forming on her cheeks.
"Thanks Winry." The shrimp said.
So that's her name…
"Who's the girl that Colonel Mustang-san brought?" she whispered to him.
"She says her name's Silvertongue." The shrimp said, not bothering to lower his voice.
"I can hear you, you know." I said testily.
"So?"
I didn't dignify that with an answer.
"Come on Al, I'll fix you now." The rude shrimp said.
I really had no intention of ohh-ing and ah-ing over the shrimp's display, so I wasn't really paying attention. Actually I was thinking of the various different ways I could dismember a certain Roy Mustang…I was thinking maybe a cheese grater. Okay, forget I said that.
I'm not exactly sure what happened next but I was suddenly knocked from my murderous thoughts when Edward stopped out of the room and Winry began shouting and whacking Al with a wrench. She was crying…
"…The thing he was too scared to ask you…" she said, in between sobs and whacks, "Was if you hated him for putting you into this body!"
"Nii-san…" Al whispered.
"And you get mad at him like that!" Winry continued, "You…you…"
I didn't stay to listen anymore. Instead I went out to look for Edward.
I found him on the roof.
"Hey."
Oh. That was so very poetical…and you're supposed to be Silvertongue!
"What do you want?" he asked roughly.
He was leaning on the railing that bordered the roof's edge. I sat on it; oblivious to the height I might fall if I lost my balance. He didn't move, just kept on staring out to the horizon. I looked the other way, towards the building.
"Nothing much. I just wanted to tell you how lucky you are."
"Shut up."
"At least you have a brother." I continued on relentlessly.
What am I doing? Are you really going to tell him about Matthew??
Edward looked up, finally interested. I looked at him and sighed. Okay, I guess I'll tell him. I turned my face away…I couldn't look at him while I said this…
"I used to have a brother too. His name was Matthew and he was older than me. When I met you and Al, I envied Al…because he still had his older brother. You remind me of him…because you both risk your lives for your younger siblings. I think the only difference between you two, aside from physical characteristics, is that you're still alive and he's…not…"
I took a deep breath before continuing.
"He saved me…but he couldn't…save himself. I tried to transmute him but all I ended up getting was this."
I pushed my left sleeve up. I raised my silver arm so that it could glitter and sparkle in the sunlight.
"Automail…" he breathed, staring at my arm.
"Its not really automail."
"Wait!" Edward exclaimed, "How could you transmute him if you aren't an alchemist?"
"I'm not." I said softly, "But my brother was. For some reason, the 'gift' or sorcery didn't touch him. So he began to study alchemy. I warned him not to, he didn't listen. Instead, he taught me…just the basics though."
I laughed ruefully.
"When he died…I couldn't use my power to bring him back. The accident…it was an explosion…well, I never found his body. I can't make a flesh and blood body, not even with my gift.
"I knew the theory because I studied such things and I thought to try to use alchemy to recreate his body. Then use my power to call back his soul…it didn't work. It wet wrong…right from the beginning."
"I'm sorry." Edward murmured.
"Why?" I asked, already I was fighting to keep back tears.
Why does this always have to be so hard? Why do I always break down when I talk about them??
"Its not your fault," I continued, "That my brother is dead. Or that my parents are dead too."
My voice almost broke but I forced myself to say it.
"It's not your fault that I'm alone."
I heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. Quickly I jumped off the railing, simultaneously wiping a sleeve across my eyes to get rid of any telltale tears.
"Your brother wants to talk to you." I said, moving to walk away.
I stepped away from him but before I could take another, he grabbed my arm…the metal one.
"Thanks," he said seriously, "For telling me this, Silvertongue."
I looked back and smiled at him, "Call me Sophie."
With that I shrugged his hand off and slipped away. Alphonse didn't see me…but then again, I didn't use the stairs.
I made my way up to someplace high…higher than the hospital roof. So high it seemed like I could touch the clouds. Once there, the storm in my heart broke loose and I cried and cried and cried.
I cried for my brother…
I cried for my parents…
I cried for Edward and Al…
But mostly, I think I cried for me.
So that's the end of another chapter. It's kinda sad, at least I think so. Sophie is carrying a lot of sadness, guilt and a bunch of other emotions inside of her. So I think that it's good that she get's too let it all out...at least some of it.
Don't worry, Sophie! It'll all come to a good end!! Unfortunalty...that happy ending is gonna take a long time to come...sorry but that's the way the story goes.
Mustang, stop being mean to Sophie!! She has enough trouble as it is!! Oh wait...I'mthe one making you be a jer to her...oops...
Hope you liked it! Please review!! Pretty pretty please with fruit and syrup and icecream on top??? Come on! Even just a measly little 'good job keep at it!' isn't too hard right? I mean its just two letters!! And I slaved over 63 paragraghs for you...thats 142 lines...and thats...nine hundred forty words. Five isn't too bad right?