Chapter Five
Ed did his best to forget about the newest note, but the fact that he was alone in his house didn't seem to calm his nerves at all. He spent the majority of the day pacing throughout the house, unsure of what to do. He wanted to call Roy, but he was sure he'd just be told that this was an irrational fear and that nothing would happen. Something else, though, told him that this was anything but irrational.
He was ready to sleep early in the evening, right when the sun was beginning to set. Feeling like it was still early, he decided to make some coffee and just watch TV instead. He sat in the living room, the television on but he wasn't really watching it, when the phone rang. He put down his still warm cup, grabbing the phone from the end table beside him and picking up the call.
"Hello?" he asked.
"So this is what you sound like." an unusual voice greeted him over the other line, "It's a great pleasure to finally speak with the one and only Fullmetal Alchemist." Ed had never heard it before.
"Who's this?" he asked, although he already had a good idea as to the answer of that question.
"I'm sure you know who I am."
"How do you know so much about me?" Ed demanded, sitting up straight.
"Don't speak to me like that." The man replied, "I could pretty easily come in there right now and grab you from that couch." Ed's jaw dropped slightly, and he looked to the window. Nobody was there. His heart rate picked up, and he took a deep breath, hearing the man laugh. "I wouldn't be hiding in such an obvious place as outside the window, Ed. Really."
"Just leave me alone."
"I can't do that. I need you, and soon you'll find that you need me, too."
"Please, you're scaring me."
"Oh, you shouldn't be scared. You'll feel much better when you accept this and let me have you."
"What do you want from me?"
"I want to see how many knives I can fit in you, little boy."
Ed caught his breath, hearing maniacal, horrifying laughter on the other end of the line, "Stop!" He cried, "Just stop!"
"There's no end to it, blondie!" the stranger laughed.
Ed saw that there was no reasoning with this guy and he ended the call, but he didn't drop the phone. Instead, he took it with him, rushing upstairs and into his room, closing the curtains and locking the door behind himself. He didn't want anymore calls. He didn't want to be watched.