A/N - Last time I updated, I accidentally posted a chapter ahead, so I deleted that chapter, and reposted it after the correct one. This is two chapters. I don't know if I'm being confusing or not, so just try and understand XD

Chapter Ten

Ed called Roy and the only thing he got out of him was 'time to call the police', but for some reason he already knew that that wasn't gonna happen. Instead, he decided on something else. It's been a long time since he's given Resembool a visit, he may as well go now. Sure, he wouldn't say why, but he would go nonetheless.

So he took some vacation time from work and he left for Resembool the following morning. He gave a call to Winry on the way and she was probably ten times more excited as he was. Ed only thought this because whenever he remembered what he was running from he only made himself more upset than he already was.

He should take Roy's advice. He really should, but a part of him just feels like that wouldn't be the best choice to make. What if he tried hurting someone else? He already knew everything Ed was doing. How many other people did he watch? How many would Ed put in danger by calling the cops? He didn't want them in his business.

He made it to Resembool that afternoon, and Winry was there waiting for him. "Hi!" she greeted, always excited.

"Hi." Ed replied, sounding a little less than exuberant himself.

"What's up with you?"

"Nothing, I'm just tired is all. Spending the entire day on a train isn't fun you know."

"I guess." The two teens were silent for a few minutes, beginning to walk towards home. "So," Winry finally said, "I guess we've got a lot to catch up on, huh?"

"Kind of."

"I was so excited when I got your call! So how come you just decided that now was a good time?"

"I don't know, Winry, I just sort of did. So how have things been since I've left?

"Oh, they've been good. I've been doing a lot of studying since the last time you left."

"Really? That's good."

By the time night fell he'd forgotten all about the stalker problem back at home in Central. He and Winry did a lot of things they did during their childhood. They hung out by the river, exploring the nearby forests, and they told stories. It was fun. It was peaceful for once.

After dinner, they both got ready to go to bed for the night. Winry went into her bedroom, and Ed took the guest bedroom next door. He was in the middle of reading a book when the phone rand out in the hall.

"Could you go get that, Ed? I'm in the middle of something!" Winry called from her room.

"Yeah, I've got it." Ed replied just loud enough to be heard before leaving his room to get the phone. "Hello?" he asked, "Rockbell residence."

He recognized the laughter on the other line. "You left Central?"

"How…how did you know where to look?"

"Face the facts, babe. You can't hide from me. There's nowhere to turn."

Ed caught his breath, terrified. He could hear his laughter on the other line, that same maniacal sound that's terrorized him for days. "Leave me alone!" he nearly screamed, and Winry shot out of her room as Ed angrily hung up.

"Who was that?" she asked, alarmed, "What just happened?"

"It was…nothing, Winry. Forget it."

"No, I heard what you said to that person. You asked how they knew where to find you. Something's going on here."

"You're looking too far into this. That was just a guy I haven't talked to in a while. It freaked me out. Forget it."

Winry sighed, frustrated, but she did as Ed requested, and she went back to her room, defeated. She could tell something was wrong with him. Of course he wouldn't tell her. He never did. She just hoped it wasn't as bad as it sounded.

Chapter Eleven

He spent another two nights in Resembool. The phone call incident wasn't mentioned once. Pinako hadn't heard all the noise that night, and Winry just wasn't up to arguing over something she knew she was right about. It was cold outside when he left that morning. He began walking down the street, remembering something Winry had added as he was on his way out the door:

"If there's anything you need, Ed, you know I'm always here for you, no matter what it is."

He sighed, burying his hands in his pockets. He really wished he could tell her what was going on. How could he though? It would only give the poor girl more to worry about, and besides, he could handle one little stalker on his own. Sure, it was creepy, but he wasn't gonna die or anything.

He looked out towards the horizon, quietly releasing a breath. He almost dreaded going back home to Central. He'd gotten a call here, too, though. He was beginning to believe that it was true that there was no way he could avoid this man. Maybe he would take what he wanted. Suddenly a feeling of paranoia swept over him, and he paused to look behind himself. Nothing was there but open country roads. What was he expecting? It wasn't like someone would jump out of the shadows and hurt him, but knowing that didn't make him feel any better.

He still had that strange, nervous feeling in his stomach. His legs felt like they were ready to give in. He could tell his hands were shaking. He felt like he was being watched.

"Please, just let this end." He thought to nobody in particular, turning and heading for the train station.