Edward lay down on the bed, his eyes closed and his breathing was even. It appeared he was asleep, but it was not a peaceful one. He was in that room again. In this dream, it was no dream it was a replay of that night. The room was dark and murky; he was chained to the floor. His arm was gone again, why does he keep losing that arm. But everything was fuzzy. Flashes in his mind made him forget all that happened that night. At one point in his dream there was a man, and then it would skip to a dark array with black lightening. Then it flashed again to Ed running away through the forest with a bleeding head.

How many days has it been since he has been in this room. He lost track after six days and slowly he stopped having visitors over and over again. He was mostly worried about Al, ever since the mission ended Al went mission while Ed was running through the forest. But he couldn't go to Al, it was too dangerous they would take Al away from him.

Rain splashed against the window inside Edward's room. It had a rhythm to it, pit, pat, pit, pat. It picked up the pace and it was pouring outside. The lighting illuminated the room showing exactly what was in the room. There was a bed, all white with one pillow and a blanket. An end table with rounded edges and there was a note pad on it for Edward to keep his thoughts on the pad. It was blank. Sitting up in his bed he gripped his forehead in his flesh hand just sitting there. What time was it? Looking around for a clock and there was none, if Edward had to guess maybe 2 or 3 in the morning.

Edward's body ached all over, there were marks on his wrist from where he was restrained, a few bruises on his body from where to tried to break free. Sitting up he pushed him off the bed and went to the door. Damn, there was no knob, no windows could open, just glass. Looking out the doors window and could see his auto-mail arm sitting there just on the other side. Cursing he tried pushing the door open, he couldn't make too much noise due to the guards walking around the area and the doctors. Sighing he walked back to the bed and sat down, he didn't belong here in his mind he knew he didn't.

Kill…

Edward's head shot up when he heard the voice again. It was a males voice, not his own. Scrambling over across his bed he grabbed the note pad trying not to lose his balance as he wrote down what he heard.

"I can't…kill him…" He scribbled down the words kill over and over again, some were scratched out. Lightning clashed again and thunder boomed He jumped in fright and gripped his head in pain dropping the pen and pad on the floor.

Yes you can…

"No I'm not…get out of me." he said again talking to himself. "It's just me here…no one else, im safe he is safe" He said and reached for the pad and pen with his one hand and stared writing again. His hair was well out of his ponytail and hanging down his shoulder as he stared at his horrid handwriting, it didn't help that he only had one arm to do all this with. He kept writing things down what he is hearing in his head. Ripping the papers off the notepad and hid them under his pillow. He could not let the doctors see those; they would most definitely confiscate them.

"Edward…are you awake" His head shot up when he saw a shadowed figure outside the door. Cursing silently he hid everything under the bed frantically moving, but was silent and pulled the covers over him and rested his head on the pillow facing the wall. He heard the door open and remained perfectly still with his eyes widened just waiting for him to leave. Once he left Ed waited a few more seconds before getting up again and grabbed the pen and pad.

"Myself….array…man…blood…black light" He said in a shaky voice. "Makes no sense…why can't I remember…" he said looking at the notes scattered out on the bed.

You have to escape…you will rot here

"I know that…I-I don't know how…my arm is gone" He replied to that voice in his mind.

I can help you…listen to me

"You're not real you can't help"

Create a distraction…make him come in here, take his clipboard and go for your arm

The voice had a point, there was nothing else in here to use and certainly a pillow would do no damaged to him. Sitting up he swung his legs over the bed and just sat there staring at the door watching the shadows of the guards and nurses walking by.

Once you're out…get rid of him…you will remember

"No…I won't get rid of him...I…I lo-"He gripped on his head trying to push the voices back into the deepest part of his head possible.

He doesn't feel the same

"Just shut up!" He yelled rather loudly, too loudly. His eyes widened when he heard the footsteps once again coming to his door. Pushing the papers back under his pillow he lay back down and listened as the door creaked open.

Take your chance Edward…do it.

"Edward I know your awake" Doctor Schiff said as he entered the room.

Do it, Do it do it!

Ed shook his head covering up his exposed ear with the one hand he had. "Get out" he simply said but the doctor ignored him. The voice kept ringing in his ear like a small beeping or a fly that won't leave him alone. Everything happened in a flash. Edward shot out of the bed and lunged for him, grabbing the clipboard he slammed it against the doctors' head causing him to stagger backwards. Edward pushed passed him and ran through the doorway.

"My arm!" he yelled and grabbed it without even caring that it would hurt he shoved his metal arm into his socket and screamed out in pain. "Shit!" He said and ran back to his room grabbing the sheets of paper and ran away.

"Edward stop!" He ignored the doctor and kept going. Skidding to a stop he saw the guards blocking the only way out. Stepping back he turned around only to be once again blocked in by more. Having no other way he clapped his hands together making his blade and charged at the doctor. Going behind him he grabbed the doctor by the neck and held the blade against his neck.

"Tell me how to get out…now!" He yelled keeping his eyes on the guards and his blade pressed against his neck. He wasn't going to kill him, he could never. But he just needed enough pressure to make him crack.

"There is a backdoor…you can open by pressing a button under my desk" He didn't know whether to trust this doctor or not, but he had no choice. Pushing him away clapping his hands and he created a wooden wall to stall them for a while. Running back he didn't have time to grab all of his clothes. He was still wearing that white robe and his faded blue boxers, no shoes or anything. He looked terrible. Sliding under the desk he pressed the button and a door opened. In a split second Edward was out of the building with alarms sounding behind him. That was the one good advice the voice had given him…but where was he to go now.

Roy awoke from his sleep with a cold sweat. Something was wrong he had that feeling. He never woke up in a cold sweat before, well only when it was a cold. Getting up he looked out the window seeing the storm outside and cursed. Getting up he walked to the bathroom only to stop when he heard his phone going off.

"Who would call at this time?" he asked himself as he walked to the phone and picked it up.

"Hello…" he asked.

"…Roy…"

Oh who is that on the phone. It could be anyone really and only I know hahaha! Review please!

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