Author's Note: I'm back again after yet another hiatus! Haha oh you know the drill, I blab the same excuse about either having too much school work or just being lazy. But I've had some concern from a few readers (The FMA Ultimatum) about where this whole Nightmare thing is going. Don't worry, you will definitely see what this dream has to offer... or should I say dreams? Haha you'll get my point soon enough. Now time for some responses to my reviewers! :D
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The Nightmare Pt. 2
Alphonse tossed violently onto his right side, his face scrunched up in anger. He then proceeded to jerk back onto his left side, yanking the satin covers with him. Finally, he rolled and repositioned himself so that the anterior of his body faced the ceiling, clenching the bed sheets tightly. His eyebrows were knit with exhaustion as sweat slowly began to bead on his forehead.
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"What!"
Winry looked up in alarm as some nearby bushes rustled vigorously. Just when she was about to stand up to investigate, she was abruptly stopped as Alphonse Elric sprang right from within the foliage. From what she could tell, anger and confusion was all but present and marring the young boy's smooth complexion. Following him out of the bushes, Edward was attempting desperately to shush the younger brother's outburst while brushing out with his fingers the leaves and twigs tangled in his matted, golden hair.
"What do you mean they're gone?" The pink that rose to his cheeks enhanced his flustered appearance.
The calm demeanor spread across Winry's face changed slowly as her eyebrows raised in both curiosity and amusement. 'Al is mad, that's new,' she huffed within her thoughts. She watched his temper unfold and form yet another argument between the siblings.
"I meant exactly what I said! G-O-N-E! Gone! Al they were taken, okay? Don't yell at me for it!" The older brother fumed in retaliation towards his counterpart's newfound anger. Winry hadn't the slightest idea as to what they were talking about; apparently something important had been stolen.
"I already got that part; I just can't believe what you did in the first place! You know better- I know better!" His tiny fists had clenched and unclenched, disappointment relevant with what he was feeling.
Winry almost laughed aloud, albeit a little nervously, at the situation forming in front of her for a few reasons. Firstly at how oddly adorable Al was when that rusty red glazed his chocolate eyes, as if he were a cute and innocent kitten swiping at a greyhound in irritation. The whole thing was amusing. But secondly and more importantly was the fact that the adults had chosen to be oblivious to this little quarrel. Silly or serious, the tone of the boys' voices was somewhat alarming.
"Parents..." She scoffed.
When at first she thought things would calm down, the two boys shared a few insults, resulting in the curt running away of Alphonse with an enraged Edward in his wake.
"Al! Come back!" She yelled while jogging up to Ed's side.
She was about to charge after the younger boy when she stopped herself, premature women's intuition at work. She abruptly turned to face Edward and knocked against his noggin furiously with a small metal wrench that seemed to Ed to appear out of thin air. Before the boy could question both her actions and the origin of the utensil present, she silenced him with a glare rivaling that of a starving grizzly and whispered a menacing question with poison on the tip of her tongue.
"Exactly what are you going to do if you continue to corrupt Al any longer, huh?" He was speechless with both fear and pain, waiting agonizingly for her to finish scolding him.
She rolled her eyes, "Forget it, you're hopeless." The poison had struck him this time, seeping in and stinging slowly into the remains of what little pride his person had. Deciding to ignore her threats he crossed his arms and plopped down in a pout, discarding whatever pride he had left in the dust.
Her reaction to this was an irritated shrug and an ignominious glare. She then swiftly turned around to chase after the boy who had already gained some distance away from the picnic with a bounce in her step. Ed watched in shame as her blonde bob bounced wildly, her fiery sapphire eyes that were filled with resentment still burned in his retinas.
"Great, now she'll never marry me." He slowly made his way back over to the remnants of lunch, the impervious pout still laced across his features.
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Alphonse nearly collapsed of overexertion as he crumpled, leaning his weight against the concrete wall beside him. His head hung low as he put the rest of his weight on his knees, his arms and his legs barely holding him up. He didn't know why but he just needed to run, running always helped him when he was frustrated. His heavy breathing only got shallower with each breath; he was at his limit.
Right when Al feared passing out as a result of pushing his body too hard, he heard a familiar and girly voice call out to him. 'Winry?'
"Al! Wait up, let me talk to you!" She too had been running out of breath, each step becoming harder to perform. Soon enough as her pace slowed, he watched her smaller white legs get closer and closer until he was soon enough face to face with the intricate embroidery on her yellow sundress.
Her gasping breaths ruffled his hazelnut hair until they both slid down the concrete wall, plopping their bottoms down onto the pavement. The road perpendicular to them caught their attention. The cars that had been passing to and fro distracted them along with the gentle breeze they had carried, cooling the tired pair down.
After a few moments to think, Winry spoke up, attracting Al's attention. "So, just what on earth was that about? What has he done this time?" She peered at him from under her bangs; her look was full of expectancy and a straightforward answer. The look intensified with an angry gleam in her blazing sapphires, despite the concern and attempt to comfort him that was present.
'Why isn't he saying anything?' Her impatience spread like wildfire.
She scowled, "I know I did not just run my butt off to catch up to your scrawny tail, only to hear diddly squat when I'm talking to you!"
He managed a pitiful flinch. She continued, "Now speak up before I make you." A shiny wrench appeared as if by magic in her hand, with pain written all over it.
His eyes widened, fright consuming him, and an explanation soon spread forth between them. The words were rushing out of his lips faster than he thought they could manage. He said it all, the snooping, the file, and most importantly the supposed thievery. Each sentence was more descriptive than the last, making it harder for Winry to keep up, but she managed. When his monologue was finally done, he was yet again back to recovering the oxygen he had lost.
"That idiot," she muttered under her breath with Al nodding vigorously in agreement. "Sounds like it's time to give that knucklehead another beating, want to help me out?" Her sinister grin had spread wide, earning a quietly vocal agreement from the boy. Winry then knelt up and reached for Alphonse with an outstretched hand. Not wanting to earn yet another instance of impatience from the short-tempered blonde, he clasped his hand into hers quickly. He was slowly raised up higher until he was on his feet with his breathing calmed again.
As soon as he was level with ground and regained his balance, an orange creature with four legs caught his attention from across the street, escaping into the back alleyway. The shadows of the area looked sinister but his curiosity got the better of him as he swiftly let go of her grasp. He then proceeded to skip across the road, barely glancing both ways let alone at Winry.
She watched in horror as Alphonse slipped away from her hand, barely dodging the oncoming cars and leapt into an ominous alley. "I'll never understand you boys," she nonchalantly muttered while taking chase and barely missing the impact the traffic threatened to create.
The blonde bobbed girl poked her head around the brick edge and spotted Alphonse in the corner. He was in the way back and was hunched over, obviously preoccupied with something too interesting for him to notice her presence. She cleared her throat loudly, attempting to attract his attention but its affect was to no avail.
"Ahem!" Her second attempt was made clear, and this time he seemingly heard it. Alphonse had abruptly stood up and thrusted forward an angry orange ball of fluff. The cat's fiery emerald stare met Winry's own irritating azure glare, distaste in its current predicament was made known the world as it let out a shrieking, "Nyaahh!"
A contradicting yelp of pleasure arose from the very heart of Alphonse's soul. "You are so adorable! Brother would never let me have you, at least not all to myself," he exclaimed in haste whilst rubbing his face vigorously up and down the body of the feline, only causing even more displeasure.
The apparent odd display of affection before her made her break out into an uproar of small laughing fits, causing the slightest of tears to trickle down the corners of her eyes. After wiping them away and discarding her previous anger she chose to speak up against Al's new brand of happiness in the embodiment of a cat. "Al, I really doubt that cat is enjoying what you're doing to it."
"Don't call him an it! He is a boy and will soon enough have a name too!" The boy stuck out a defiant pink tongue, one she had seen much too often during his mischievous acts of the day.
Right when Winry was going to retaliate with fury and her hidden wrench, the rusty fur ball had made its escape from the clutches of the giddy child, leaving deep scratches in its wake. Despite the stinging pain wreaking havoc across Al's forearms, he gritted his teeth and sprinted after the cat, urging Winry to follow him.
While chasing after him, taunts were given by a still laughing Winry. "That's what you get, silly!"
They rounded corners, with the view of a small orange figure remaining dead ahead of them. Thinking he was actually going to collapse from exhaustion, Al's small feet began to pound harder against the pavement with sheer determination. Right when he had caught up enough to try and reach out to snag the infuriated fluffy figure, it spun on its toes and leaped onto a nearby mailbox and from there to the ledge of someone's house gate.
The ginger had proceeded to pounce its paws along the perimeter until finding a spot decent enough to hop onto; the roof of a nearby house. From there the feline disappeared, leaving clusters of burnt orange fur behind.
"Well, it looks like you've chased him off," Winry mocked in relief to catch her breath for what seemed like the umpteenth time that day. An irresistibly adorable pout formed on his small mouth. "It's not fair; Sebastian would've appreciated his new home!"
Her eyes twinkled while she laughed aloud,"Sebastian? Couldn't you have come up with something just a little better?"
A scowl covered the pout immediately. "What's wrong with that?"
"Oh nothing…" she mused and glanced around, absorbing their location. 'Good, it looks like the cat led us back.'
BANG! BANG!
Brown met blue and both pairs of eyes had widened the same amount. The silly manner of the events had taken a deadly turn. The fun was over. They didn't even ask aloud; 'What was that.'
Their heads peered around the bricked corner, which gave a clear view to the park where the rest of their company resided, where the clear gunshots had come from. As to what they witnessed Winry's mouth was held silenced by the palm of Al's hand. He shushed her ever so silently to prevent from giving away their location.
It looked as if a panic had occurred; the picnic was all in disarray and several of the adults were being carried by a few large men dressed in all black while being unresponsive and limp. It had appeared that Hohenheim had sustained a gun shot to the knee, for he was bleeding profusely through his gray and frayed suit pants. They were all passed out except for Edward, who was about to meet the same fate. Al felt tears run a small river in between his finger; Winry was choking back her sobs while tears leaked into his hand.
Even from that great a distance, Ed could make out the silhouette of their heads. His golden eyes seared into Al's amber ones connecting them through the park. As the cloth was held firmly against his mouth and small tears formed at the corners of his eyes, all Al could read from his expression was., 'Run!'
Within seconds the golden stare had flashed away instantly, breaking the connection. Edward's limp body was then hoisted up by the form with chloroform. The large group of people disappeared inside a black van before it screeched away, leaving both Al and Winry in horrifying silence.
Before Al could grasp himself, Winry had slipped out of his hand and fallen to the ground; she fainted. He freaked as her small form slowly slid down until she was an unconscious heap of short blonde hair and a golden yellow sundress. He crouched down and grabbed her shoulders gently, leaning her up against the bricked wall. In a haste panic, various thoughts scrambled through his mind and the mixture of thoughts was only becoming more homogeneous. 'I need to get help!'
He looked down at Winry's body with concern marring his youthful face. "I… I'll be back Win!" He yelled encouragingly as he peeled his legs away from her. As soon as he forced his gaze away, he turned his attention to where his feet were taking him with sheer determination. The slow pace quickened and soon his small form was running faster than anytime earlier that day, rivaling even that of the previous cat chase.
'I'll save you brother, I'm coming!'
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Al's legs kicked furiously as if they were breaking out into a run. His form almost fell from the bed frame but he was luckily spared as his hands found suitable places to cling onto. Thus preventing him from reaching the harshly cold wooden floor.
He simply remained there, tense and covered in sweat from head to toe. His teenage muscles were puffed out to their fullest extent and a look of sheer panic and fear was the only thing present on his face. Alphonse very slowly relaxed and released his slick hands from the frame. He took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself down and gently slipped his feet over the edge. He glanced at the clock which read 1:46am.
In a short amount of time his feet padded quietly to his bathroom across the hall, heading straight for the mirror. He grimaced at the current expression on his face. Fear. He was afraid… still.
He grasped onto the ornate handle and pulled open the cabinet mirror. His eyes searched for the specific orange translucent bottle with the given prescription. Seeing it on the edge his hand took it, fiercely attempting to twist it open with the other. With a small pop it opened and he poured three tablets into his hand. He was going to need more than usual.
Not bothering to replace the bottle in its usual spot, the pills were put away. He closed the cabinet quietly and once again glanced at his reflection. He was starting to notice a few traced lines on his forehead. He chuckled to himself, 'Worry lines? Really, at this age?' He then turned on the faucet and collected a small handful of cool water in his free palm.
In one swift movement, he swallowed the water from his palm followed by three little pills that should help his anxiety. It was more than usual, but honestly he felt like he needed it. It was too strange; it had almost been more than a month and a half since his last nightmare and it had gotten to the point where he felt confident enough to stop taking them. But now this? It was a huge setback.
The worst part is he couldn't even remember parts of his nightmares. Well that was actually the usual thing. But he always felt that someone he should know was in his dreams. Soon enough, it would get too blurry and painful to remember, leaving him with a migraine. 'I'm sure of it this time… there was a little girl. She was blonde. What the hell was her name?' He gave up and could feel the onset of an aching head.
He trudged back to bed after washing up and collapsed in his bed, not bothering to get under the covers this time. He'd probably just end up kicking them off again anyways.
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It has been a long day. His students were being particularly annoying that day and all he could think about was his soft bedding. He pushed open the front door to his townhouse and walked in, setting his briefcase down on the table at the entrance. After removing his jacket and shoes he strode into his kitchen around the corner and pressed a button on his phone dock.
He listened to the messages while grabbing the proper utensils for pouring himself some liquor. The first message was from one of his newest girlfriends and was asking about plans for the following weekend. He took a sip of his alcoholic beverage and deleted that one first. He sighed, "I'll have to end that tomorrow before she gets attached."
He honestly wasn't in the mood for a girlfriend for once, flings were more his thing anyways. In fact the only thing he could think about recently was his one night stand from the other night. Riza Hawkeye had acquired his attention for the time being and brief images of her from that night interrupted his thoughts continuously. The mere thoughts often brought a barely visible redness to his cheeks to which he waved off as absurd. He hadn't blushed over a woman in ages.
The next message was a surprise, but a welcomed one at that. "Hey Roy, it's me… I gave what you said some thought and decided to give it a shot. I just want you to know it's been a while since I've had anything for a while so don't do anything stupid to make it over before it even begins. First off, any girlfriends you may already have need to be taken care of. Secondly, you are to respond to my… desires whenever I deem it necessary. And lastly, don't play games. I hate games, so don't even try. I don't know what it was exactly but I just have the need to be near you." She laughed softly as if he wouldn't have heard her. "Yeah, that's pretty corny but I mean it… so if you still mean what you said, don't ignore this message and definitely call me back when you get the chance. See ya, Mustang."
His face lit up in surprise while hearing the voice as he replayed the message a few times. The only woman to ever capture his attention like this has answered. What a good night this was turning out to be. "She's demanding… I like it." He saved the message and made a mental note to call her back tomorrow morning.
The last message was yet another surprise. Chief Gruman's gruff voice spoke out the machine. "Mustang, my boy! It's been quite a while, hasn't it? I hope things have been okay since your retirement… things at the station have been alright. Well until today that is. I thought you should know since you were on the Elric and Rockbell case the longest, but we've been getting sightings of Zolf near your area. I know you feel strongly for the incident and hope this can be of help to you; you are more than welcome to come back into the investigation at any given time. I also meant to ask about the boys and little Winry. They're growing up so fast! How are they coping with the memories? Or have you even brought them together yet? Oh never mind me, being all nosy and such! You don't have to answer those. But Roy, call me back if you want the exact locations or just want to… talk. I'll be here! Always am, goodbye now."
Yep, his night was again, ruined. A torrent of memories flooded back into his brain. Some were clearly undesired. Others just brought mourning. He gulped down the rest of his liquor, enjoying the satisfying burn it left behind in his throat and mouth. "Damnit old man…"
He didn't know what to do, that bastard was in town now? How he even managed to break out of Northern Briggs Prison was beyond him. This was too much to think about. "What about Edward? If he gets word of this, it won't end well…"
He finished the rest of his glass and decided rest is the only way he could clear his thoughts. He'd figure it out by morning. Assuming his position under the covers, he clamped his hand onto the proper buttons of his alarm, setting it for the morning. Sleep quickly consumed him as well as a light headache.
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Work had been especially boring that day. More like that week to be specific. The new officer had been lazily attempting to watch the television set from across the room with little interest. Every now and then his eyes would droop and his head would nod off from exhaustion but he sternly kept himself awake. Now wasn't the time to be dozing off, for he did not want to get caught sleeping again on the job. Last time he did that, he had to pay nearly everything he had out of his wallet for the tab his co-workers generously left at a nearby restaurant of their station. It was punishment of course, but definitely a punishment he did not want to endure again.
The phone rang loudly and his bitter reminiscing ended abruptly. "Hello, Central Police Station. This is Corporal Mustang speaking, how may I be of service?" He said blatantly in his monotonously performed routine of answered the telephone.
"Oh, so you are working today!" exclaimed a bright and cheery voice from the other end. He visibly cringed as he was far too familiar with the obnoxiously positive voice he was hearing. "Yeah, I got called in this morning to man the desk, the Captain took out some rookies and needed me," he lied smoothly. "What made you ring, Jessica?" he asked without trying to sound too annoyed. 'Damnit, I thought it was over last night…'
"You're so silly Roy! You think that little spat could get rid of me so easily? I intend to stick around mister so don't think I'll ever give up on you, I think we may have a good chance! I can already imagine the wedding day…" she obviously drifted off into another one of her pretentious daydreams involving the man on the other side of the line. The young officer coughed awkwardly to shake her from her demented personal fortune-telling and spoke up in clarification.
"Jess, last night when I said it was over… well I meant it. To me it wasn't just a little fight. You've been becoming a little too much to handle and to be honest; you can do a lot better as well. I'm not your prince charming, and I hope you do find yours soon..." Not wanting to hear an angry response or tears or another similarly annoying reply, he hung up the phone hastily. He then crossed his fingers, hoping she wouldn't know of his exact whereabouts. He's had a bit of trouble before with women and physical confrontations after a breakup.
He couldn't help it, but women were his escape from going back to that empty apartment alone. Being in absolute solitude is only for Mustang when he was at his worst.
He glanced up at some information on the T.V. and gasped. According to recent headlines, that Kimblee maniac had recently broken out of his mental institution. It was amazing to him that the man evaded a sentence other than in that of prison walls. Rendered an insane man from trying to steal mythical information on Philosopheronium from the Human and Sciences Laboratorium of Central was a crock of shit. Yeah he was insane for thinking that crap existed but he could have cost a few doctors and nurses their lives from his attempt to steal it from Dr. Hohenheim. 'Only hell would come out of this.' He thought to himself.
Just when he though his day wasn't going to get any worse, the sharp ringing of the bell alerted his senses that someone came in. He heard footsteps charge up to his desk but by the time he stood up to see who was there, he couldn't see anyone. But he could hear heavy panting.
"Down… here!" a small boy squeaked from below his line of sight. He peered of the edge and met eyes with a young brunet boy. He was wide-eyed and all he could see was a strong desire for help. Roy's thoughts were confirmed as the boy whispered between wheezing breaths, "I need… your… help!"
He rounded the counter sharply and put his arms on the boy's shoulders, looking him straight in the face. This was his first immediate emergency, he needed to be strictly professional and to the point. "What's your name? Can you tell me what happened?" The boy looked at him and tears began welling up, "My name is Alphonse… Alphonse Elric. You've gotta help me! They took everyone! Brother, Winry, Mom and Dad… You gotta save them!"
He got up quickly and made a phone call while Alphonse stood there furiously wiping away tears that refused to stay put in his eyes. "I c-can't cry… I've got be s-strong for brother!" He whispered to himself with a small amount of courage building up. He noticed the sign on his desk reading, 'Corporal R. Mustang'. Then the man himself returned from the phone and spoke to him encouragingly.
"Alphonse, I need to tell me what happened okay? I'm going to try and help you." Al nodded vigorously and pulled on his sleeve at the same time. "Okay Mr. Mustang, b-but let me tell you on the way! We gotta find them! I gotta save Brother!" Sighing in exasperation, the older man agreed and followed the younger boy out of the doors in a run.
With Al pulling the man in tow about two feet behind him, an explanation began pouring from his mouth. "My dad is Hohenheim; he works at the Human and Sciences Laboratorium of Central! His partner is Urey Rockbell and today they brought us all, family, to work today! Me and my brother, Edward, got into a fight at lunch today and I ran off!" He paused for a second to catch up on some breathing. "Well Winry, Urey and Sara's daughter, caught up with me and we talked. We were on our way back and then we stopped 'cause we heard gunshots! We rounded the corner and saw it!"
"Saw what Alphonse?" Roy yelled, actually struggling to keep up with the youngster. "These huge guys in black shot Dad! He was bleeding and the others were all passed out. Winry didn't even have time to scream because she fainted when we saw it." He was bawling now, a small and broken mess. "I just k-knew though, I had to save them! I ran until I saw your station and that's everything!" Al bit back the information about the files; it didn't matter to him at the moment. His family was more important to him in this current situation.
Roy gritted his teeth and bit back the curse words that threatened to be unleashed. "So, you're taking me to the scene?"
"Of course I am! You better help, mister!" he boy smart-mouthed in return.
'Heh, I like this kid.' But Roy shook away his amusement immediately; this was not the time for laughter. "You got it, Alphonse." He was slightly nervous and was fully aware of the potential perpetrators at work around him. 'There's no doubt about it, this has Kimblee written all over it.' He agreed with himself giving himself a pat on the back for making the back up call to the Chief when he did.
They rounded the corner and came upon the scene of your classic picnic scene- gone wrong that is.
Alphonse collapsed onto the grass of overexertion and fear. He was pointing his small fingers towards a puddle of blood on the cross-hatched red and white blanket. "Back up Al, this is now a crime scene. We can't tamper with anything… you understand right?" The boy bravely nodded and stood up followed by backing away and to his side. When walking backwards something caught his eye from his peripherals.
"Look! There's a trail!" Al shouted and pointed towards the area he saw it. Mustang glanced over, giving his attention to the spot he was talking about and sure enough there was a faint trail of saltine crackers heading straight for the intersection to the upper right of the park.
"We've gotta follow it!" Al yelled again and chased towards the salty trail of hope. "Wait!" Roy yelled, attempting to snatch on the collar of his shirt but missed. He cursed under his breath and took after him full-speed. While running he made a back-up call on his walkie-talkie.
The courage of this young boy was unbelievable; he was braver than Mustang at the moment. It was utterly a shock, but an amazing one at that. But one thing was missing that both Roy and Alphonse had forgotten.
Winry.
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He awoke with a vicious start and clenched the bed sheets beside him. "Goddamnit!" He cursed and punched the bedding. His headache from the liquor was unusual. It was abnormal for him to be affected so easily by alcohol. Then he realized it was from the stress of his nightmare. How long had it been since he dreamed of the incident? Too long… he was thankful for that. He rolled over and lazily crouched over, staring at the whites his knuckles were creating.
He needed Tylenol. Now. Will the pain ever end? "No, not with that homicidal freak on the loose." He had to do what should have been done a long time ago. He knew he shouldn't wait any longer to bring them all together with the doctor. He should never have retired. He made his way out his bedroom and down the stairs, with every other step creaking under the pressure of his feet. After fumbling around the top of his fridge, he found the Tylenol bottle and popped a few into his mouth, swallowing them dry.
He grabbed a water bottle and threw on his trench coat. He shoved his feet into his boots and decided a walk in the chilly September air would do him some good.
To Be Continued
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