Hey readers!

Here's chapter 33 a bit earlier than I expected to put it up! Now, let's read and see how Ed reacts to the news. I wrote the first part of the chapter right after I uploaded chapter 32 and I'm glad about how it turned out!

Edward Elric was not sure if he had ever felt rage as strong as this before. Sure, he had felt this feeling multiple times and usually it was directed at the same person as it was now but never to this magnitude. His body visibly shook with the contained hate and his vision even started to haze at the mere thought of the man who had destroyed his life in one master swoop.

"Edward," his father said in a voice that sounded very far away to Edward.

He ignored him. His fists clenched tightly until there was no possibility of them getting tighter while he felt something build inside of his chest. Something similar to a bomb, slowly building more and more, griping all of the anger for that man that he had ever held until Edward was ready to explode with it.

"Edward," he repeated again, sounding worried this time but still far away.

Finally, Ed picked his head up so he was staring in his father's eyes but his eyes weren't actually focused on his father. No. They were focused on the imagine of Kimblee, smirking and laughing at the pain that Ed was feeling at the moment and glad that he had done it to him. He had to do something. He had no clue how or what he would do but he needed to do something to get the bomb of emotions out of his chest.

Quickly, Ed sprung up from the bed and began to run for the door, noting slightly that his father's own footsteps were pounding right behind his as he called out his name.

What the Hells going on? Izumi cried as Ed stormed down the stairs and towards the front door. He did not hear if his father had yelled anything back to her but Ed did hear the soft but powerful footsteps that came from Izumi.

You have to run faster! The rage in his brain screamed at him. You have to be faster!

But why? Ed wanted to ask himself. Why was he even running? What would he accomplish by running? He couldn't run all the way home and attack Kimble, as if that would really solve anything, but he could not just sit around and do nothing except stew in his own anger.

Where are you even going? The reasonable side of his head asked as his bare, flesh foot pounded again the hot pavement.

Blinding yellow lights flashed in front of his eyes and suddenly he realized that he had been running in the street and that the light belonged to a car. Using all of his agility and balance, Edward dodged the car and just barely registered the screaming insults from the occupants of the car, but he did not stop. After a few more minutes of running, Edward realized that he might not be able to stop even if he wanted to. Adrenaline pounded through his body, forcing him on his blind run of the town even though his lungs felt as if they were about to exploded and his flesh foot felt as if it was bleeding now, further hindering his already faltering running capabilities. After what felt like an hour, Edward came to a forceful stop.

His automail foot caught on what must have been a thick tree root and flew a good two feet before skidding to a stop onto some mushy material. Panting to fast to actually suck in needed air, heart feeling as if it were pounding faster than humanly possible, and body to weak and soar to move, Edward continued to lie on the ground, waiting for someone to come and berate him for his excessive childish behavior. But Edward never heard anything that resembled his father's voice or Izumi's.

Finally, Ed seemed to gain enough energy to push his body into a sitting position and try to understand where he was. It appeared that he had run into some kinda of a forest but it was filled with vegetation that he had never seen in his entire life. The ground was slightly muddy and covered in a mulch-like material, quickly dirtying his clothes the same muck brown. Edward's eyes looked up but found that he could only see green foliage with only a bit of the oppressive sun sneaking through to illuminate pieces of his body. But he heard no other human voice through all of the creaking and cawing of the forest creatures. There were no other footsteps coming after him to find him and bring him back to reality. He was alone. His father had either given up or lost his trail completely and now here Edward sat on the forest floor, lost, alone, filthy, exhausted, but there was still the painful throb of rage that had not been expelled by the run. Minutes passed by and slowly the rage seem to side step to make way for another emotion: Fear.

Fear was quickly dominated all of his senses before Edward could even begin to stop it. He knew in his heart that even if he could not run away this emotion even if he did not feel so exhausted. Fear for the kids had burrowed its way deep into the center of his heart and he hated how it made him feel: week, helpless, and scared for them.

What am I going to do? Am I supposed to just go back home and make sure they're all alright and then beat Kimblee within an inch of his life? But how would I even get up there? It'd take a minimum of 18 hours and that's without a single stop.

"What am I going to do?" Ed sighed at he fell onto his back.

Hohenheim cursed after turning on the spot several times and never locating his son.

Edward had just darted past yet another moving car forcing Hohenheim to stop for her knew that he could never make it past the car in time. Two cars passed after the first in too quick of secession for him before he could move again but by now, Edward as long gone.

"Do you know were he went?" he asked, turning to Izumi who had just caught up with him; her illness was not doing wonders for her right now.

I lost him after the second car, Izumi panted. But I think he might have run into the woods over there. See where's there's a disturbance in the trees?

"Are you alright?"

"I'll be fine in a minute. Just get moving and I'll catch up."

"Right."

Hohenheim had some trouble getting over some of the thick undergrowth, often scaring away several different animals at a time, but he continued to follow the small indentation of one heavy foot that was forced into the soft ground. After about ten minutes of trekking through the forest however, he had still not found anything of Edward's and the small indentations he had been following had disappeared. Hohenheim was about to turn around and go a different path when he heard a soft voice.

"What am I going to do?"

"Edward?"

Hohenheim continued to move towards the voice, calling out to Edward every now and again. At last, he was able to make out a hint of gold hair through all the green and say his son sitting on the forest floor, looking lost and confused.

"Edward," he said, relieved.

"Dad?" Ed said in a small voice, looking both surprised and confused that his father had found him.

"Are you aright Edward?"

"What do you think?" Ed growled before he let his head drop to stare at the forest floor.

Well I was wondering if you'd want to come back to Izumi and Sig's now. So we could maybe talk about this.

"I don't want to talk about it…there's nothing that could make me happy right now except go and beat his ass…" Ed mumbled, fists clenching.

"Revenge is never the answer Edward. You'll learn that one day-."

"So are you saying when I go back to there, I should just pretend that he never did anything? I should forget what he did to me and my family?"

"No I'm saying that-."

"Wouldn't you want revenge? After what he did to Mom?"

Hohenheim calm expression and relaxed demeanor waved for a moment before he cleared his thought and tried to look calm again. He had to be the level headed one right now and it would do no good if he told his eldest son what he really wanted to do to Kimblee.

"All I want right now are my two sons to be safe and happy," Hohenheim answered truthfully. "Let's get back; to looks like it's gonna pour soon."

"Fine," Ed muttered after another moment of glaring at his father. "I'm gonna need a bit of help, I think I did some real damage on my foot."

"Edward, I'd really like to talk to you."

"I know Dad, and we'll do that later but I'm really exhausted. Can I just lay down for a bit?"

"Alright. Be careful on that foot though."

Once he and Hohenheim had came into eyesight of Izumi in the forest, needless to say she was not a happy women, he had been given a quick but brutal beating form the women before being saved by Hohenheim, who apparently did not explain why Ed had run away. After a quick patch job at home on his foot and new injuries, courtesy of Izumi, Ed had went up to his room and collapsed. His father had wanted to talk but Ed was not in the mood to rehash what had happened.

Ring…Ring…

It was Edward's cell phone. He quickly lunged for it, praying for Sammy or Terry but was surprised when the caller I.D. said Maes Hughes.

"Hello?"

"Uh, hey Ed."

For some reason, Maes sounded uneasy. Maybe they had been kicked out of the Motel and were now homeless. Or maybe one of them had been caught with alcohol and was now in big trouble.

"What's up?"

"Well…I'll just get to point. I heard something about you and, and I wondered if it was true or not."

Ed's stomach began to twist uneasily. He had never realized just how many skeletons he had in his closest until someone had mentioned that they may have found one out. His mind ran through the list of possibilities.

"What did you hear?" Ed asked, mouth dry and heart pounding.

"Something about Kimblee.

Well that narrows down the possibilities of what he could be talking about, Ed thought sarcastically, given the new amount of information he had gain on his foster father.

"What did you hear?" Ed repeated.

"I heard that…that Kimblee abuses you. You and the younger kids.

For some odd reason, Ed felt almost relieved that this was all Maes had heard but that did not mean that he was okay with his friend knowing. Then, he got an odd hollow feeling in his heart when he realized only one other person knew what went on in Ed's house.

"How did you find out?" he asked quietly.

"On accident."

"Who told you? Who'd you hear it from?" Ed asked, anger slowly building in his chest.

"I overheard Roy and Jean talking about it and-."

"What the Hell do you mean Roy and Jean?" Ed snarled.

This did not make sense. How did those two know? They were not supposed to know. Again, only one person could have told them about this.

"Where did they heard about this?" Ed shouted, even though he already knew the answer.

"Winry told them apparently.

Maes had said some other things after this but Ed did not care to hear them. Winry had blabbed. She had promised not to tell. He was sure that Maes had continued to ask a few more times if all this as true, probably just hoping for Ed to tell him that they were all full of bullshit. Ed was frozen in his weird state until he had heard a voice on the other end of the line.

"What did you say to him?"

It was Winry. She sounded enraged but so was Edward.

"I said what I told you I was going ot say!

"No. You said that I 'told them apparently'!"

"Well didn't you?"

"It's not like I went and blabbed to them! Edward!"

Winry had apparently stolen the phone from Maes because now her voice was the loudest.

"Edward, I didn't blab to them! They had already found out and they came to me because-."

"Because you were sure to know," Ed finished hollowly. "But I know now that I have to learn what I should and should not tell certain people because I thought you wouldn't tell."

No Edward, I didn't! Winry pleaded. Roy found out on his own and then he came to me and I had to-.

"Whatever," Ed growled, suddenly feeling sick from the pleading tone in her voice and the passing of her blame.

Ed ended the call with her in the middle of her sentence. He threw his phone against the opposite wall and did not care the least if it were broken or not. Feeling incredibly betrayed, Ed curled up on his bed and tried his best to ignore the frantic ringing of his cell phone.

Ooh, not a good move on Winry's part huh?

*Announcement* I have finally gotten around to putting up some of my FanArt that I drew for my fanfics. I have two pics for this story and I have an amazing one that I drew for Perpetual War. Even if you don't read that story, you should check it out because it's one of my favorite pictiures I've ever drawn. There are links on my account.

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-FSK