Okay, 5th story! I'm doing one off the 100 theme challange thing...I might use those as a base for my stories. Um, this one's gonna be number 17. Blood. So yeah...whoopie doo. Hope you guys enjoy! Also, I want to thank all the reveiwers I had, even though I woke up 7 hours after posting "Abduction". I still had two reviews from my loyal readers! Thanks for that! So yeah, this might be another dark one-shot. I haven't started at this point, so yeah...Hope you like the 5th!

"Let The Blood Run While I Die..."

By Dinosaurs On The Moon Cookies

Ed was in troble, in danger, more like. He had been chased down by two men who had been out to kill the 14 year old for months. They were Myles and Marce Hamms. They were cold-blooded killers who would go out and find an innocent victum to chase for days to years until they died. And Edward had landed into their deadly game. Ed haden't told his comander, Roy Mustang, though. He could fight these murderers by himself, he had thought. But now, he was cornered. With no weapons to use or alchemy to transmute with. He was game for the Hamms.

He shivered as a dagger was pointed into his chest, and let out a ragged gasp as the weapon pierced him. He felt the crimson blood stain his clothes and drive a path down his body, and he didn't look to prove it, either. He knew that if he looked away for a single moment, that was it. They would send him off to hell. They had sent his late younger brother Alphonse there, too. They even had his armor head for proof, as well. Edward had screamed in dispair when he had seen it, and had tried to attack Myles, but had been slammed to a wall by ground alchemy. The brothers could preform it.

"If you let us kill you, we won't hurt your friends back at Eastern Command. How's that sound to you, shrimp?" Marce grinned, wiping his brown hair behind his ears.

"I can't trust you! And even if you tried to kill them, they'd stop you! It'd be many against two!" Ed screeched, trying to hold his will to sock Myles in his crouch.

"Yeah, right. If we can stop a talented State cirtified Alchemist like you, then the Command whould be a piece a cake. Though the Flame Alchemist would be a problem, I must admit."

"Yes! He'd burn you before you even got withen two yards of him!" Ed said, leaning in to face the brothers.

He had said the wrong thing. The dagger was slowly pulling out of him, and then slowly pushing back in, causing the young Alchemist agony. He could see nothing as pictures of bloodstained memories littered his vision. His mother, Trisha Elric. His right arm and left leg. The bloodsheild on Alphonse. Nina Tucker. Roy. Roy Mustang. He had lost an eye in a horrible battle...No. He would not lose something so terrible as an eye, not like Roy. Hell no.

Roy's Side

Roy had checked Edward's living quaters, and he wasen't there. Not even a note had been left to tell the reason of his absence. All that was there was a broken lamp and a bloodstain on the boy's bedroom floor. Edward was in danger, Roy realized, and he would find the boy. He was his youngest subordinate. And he couldn't handle troble vary well, especially now with his younger brother gone from the world.

Roy took his gloves out of his pocket and slipped them on his hands, feeling the familiar cloth soothe him. He'd need his Flame Alchemy, he had a gut feeling on that one. And he headed out the door, ready to find Edward and give him a senseless beating for not being in his home after the streetlights came on. That's how much he cared.

Ed's Side

Ed screamed as the Hamms began burning the chest wound with a frying pan. It wasen't too long before Marce had begun to rape him. (I won't say anymore about that part!) But he felt the burning flames hit the wound, and he began to get really weak, but he made himself keep his golden eyes open, because he figured someone would hear him and come to his rescue, at least distract them so he could escape! He could feel the tears he was crying sting the cut with the flames, and then he felt his heart automactially stop and start up again. He was slowly dying. So slowly, letting heated blood burn the tender skin on his stomach and sides.

That's when he saw a flame hit Myles, and the crimmnal fell to the ground, almost scorched to death. Now that he wasen't being held on to, he began sliding down to the ground. He wouldn't be able to escape even if he had the chance to. He was weak, and had a large dagger sticking out of his chest, a bit below his heart.

"Edward! Are you allright!" He heard a voice. It was Roy's. But he wasen't allright, dammit!

He trembled as he knew his systems were quickly shutting down from all the pain, even they were weak and tired. He soon couldn't feel his legs and feet. He could see a faint glare of orange flames licking another target, possibly Marce, who by then had finished trying to rape Edward. He vision was fading, but for some reason, he could see Roy clearly. He had a look of anger, the rage of the battlefield. The rage Ed had used to save loved ones plenty of times before. Why was his commander doing this? He should've known that Ed was gonna die, no matter what he did to the Hamms.

Then there was silence, the Hamms had been defeated. And Ed could hear Roy's fast-paced footsteps as he came to his side. Then he could feel Roy's gloves as he stroked his soft cheeks. So he knew, then. That I was gonna die weather he stopped them or not. Heh. He wanted me to die in vengence. Like I should've done myself. Thanks Roy.

Roy tried to stop Ed's bleeding, but Ed had enough strengh to push his upper's hands away, and he said in a sore voice.

"Let the blood run while I go to hell, Roy. I know you tried to keep me alive, but it's too late. But I love you, as a son. Thank you for leading me this far, Colonel."

Okay...I'm crying. Seriously! That was sad. But I hope you like it! I'll make the next one more funnier and happier! I PROMISE! Reviewers get cookies! And cake if they want! :)

Also, I wanted to tell you I got my very own notebook to write these Edo-Chan stories in! :D