A.N: Okay I'm sorry about the lack of updates, but I'm really trying okay . This story's getting a little difficult to write effectively, I'm a bit overwhelmed D: But it's slowly reaching an interesting point, and you all might be in for a surprise. Again, I'm sorry for lack of updates/poor writing .
"You have to get out of there! Please!"
Noah could feel the back of her eyeballs beginning to sting as hot tears of desperation formed in them. The appalling ball of nothingness at the pit of her throat caused her voice to grow husky and tired, but her breathing remained heavy and quick. Her shoulder blade had popped several times due to her overly outstretched arm, and she felt a light headed feeling washing over her from the pain. But she couldn't stop now. Beads of sweat trickled down her brow and sank into her salty tears, ignoring the throbbing in her left temple. Somehow, somewhere in hear heart, she knew this wasn't real. But then again, everyone yearns for second chances, and Noah opted not to make herself believe this was a lie.
"Please! Take my hand, please!" Noah cried. "Please, please, please I'm begging you, you can do it!"
Below her, in the deep, tarred ditch filthied with debris and broken aircraft bits, stood a slender figure of a young woman, sobbing quietly with her arms limp at her sides. Her blonde hair that was once gloriously coloured sunshine yellow was now dull and messy. Her normally porcelain skin was bruised purple and blue with cuts and burns circling around her arms, and ashy soot nestled at the nape of her neck. Her clothes were ripped and bloody, and her knees quivered with exhaustion. Although her head was hung downwards, Noah could make out her monotonous looking eyes that were once so full of life. Purple bags took refuge beneath the two blue orbs, and it pained Noah to think that what had once been a dominant storm within them was now a mere puddle, stepped in by whomever and whatever, forgotten. It seemed like 'forgotten' was a good word to describe a lot of aspects of this girl. It looked as if her hands had remained untouched by affection for a long time, the hangnails and cracked skin giving an unwelcoming vibe. It was almost as if they were insisting on remaining untouched. Such hands that help others, gave life, it is such a shame.
Around her, smoke enveloped the air, and the fires licked the ground and whatever remnants of buildings that were left. The flare was slowly inching its way towards the blonde standing slumped among the debris. It seemed as if she either couldn't hear Noah, who was looming just overhead, or she had completely given up on the thought of survival.
"Take my hand! You have to live! I'm sorry for what happened to you but please! Do not make me live with this again! Please!" Noah's face was now drenched and tight from the waterfall of tears. Her face burned from ache, but still, the young woman simply stood there, hiccupping occasionally.
She won't take my hand! I don't care what it takes; I am saving that girl this time! With a grunt, Noah lunged herself down next to the blonde. Her heart was now beating violently in her chest as she struggled to stand up from within the wreckage, scraping and bruising her legs in the process. A gasp escaped her lips as she caught a glimpse of the girl before her. Her face was expressionless, only solemn tears running down her face as her bottom lip would be occasionally sucked in with the sobs escaping her throat. She looked just about ready to collapse and die, worrying Noah and causing her to stretch her arms out again towards her, ignoring the slight cracking noise that came from her shoulders.
"Don't touch."
The sudden voice made the Roma jump. Her voice was grave, almost sinister, as she stretched the 'o'. Noah could've sworn she had sung that demand rather than simply saying it.
"Don't act like you care... You just pity me. You don't even know me. But you had something to offer, so they took you. You shouldn't trust them. They'll do you the same way they did me. They'll take what you have to give, and leave..."
"You don't really mean that!" Noah cried. "You love those two boys! They appreciated you! They loved you! You must believe that!"
A silence hung lonely in the air. It was the kind of silence that urged you to shout, but had seemingly stolen your tongue. A thieving silence, it was, and the blonde took the opportunity to levitate her head upwards to the sky, that was dark red by that time.
"Tired... of waiting. Wait, wait, wait... Jussst to waaatch them leave... Death is inevitable... I would have become a flower sooner or later... Loneliness is a flower... I was never a perfect pretty girl... My knight in shining armor..." The young woman raised her arms, and began skipping away.
"N-no! Wait stop!" The Roma felt frozen, paralyzed in place. She couldn't bring herself to move or call out to the blonde who was skipping emotionlessly away towards the flames. The girl, it was as if she'd gone insane, forgotten who she was and where she belonged.
"My knight in shining armor... Where, where, where..."
And in an instant, a spear metal pierced through her midsection, as Noah stood and watched, her head throbbing from the screaming voice.
It took some time to realize it was her own. It didn't sound like herself, though. It sounded like a lie.
"Sweetheart, what have you been eating lately...?"
Bunny was knelt down beside the blonde haired girl in the dreary bathroom, a clump of yellow hair in her fist, holding it back as the fragile young girl vomited into the toilet. She had been vomiting a lot recently, and it had begun to worry the doctor.
I hope she isn't skipping meals again... Edward won't be too happy to hear this.
The girl's sudden gasps shook Bunny out of her thoughts. "How are you feeling now, sweetheart?"
Before the blonde could reply, she felt another sickly sensation overflowing from her insides. She let out a loud gagging burp, quickly tilting her head over the toilet seat once again. Bunny groaned and plugged her nose, her own stomach beginning to twist from the scene before her.
"I dun' get it." She babbled. "You hab' a berfectly scheduled diet! This shouldn't be habbenig!"
The blonde's stomach settled finally as her body slumped against the wall in exhaustion. Bunny sighed, finally releasing her nose and dabbing the young girl's face with a wet cloth. Her face was pale and sweaty, and her arms were ridden with goose bumps. She looked incredibly... tired.
What on earth has happened to her? I should check her out for any illnesses, this could be serious! But before Bunny would do anything else, she concluded that she'd first have to flush the toilet, and waft out the disgusting stench of vomit and sweat. Ugh, man! That is just gross!
Quickly, she unlatched the bathroom window, allowed a cold draft of wind to envelope the air around them. The young doctor quietly apologized to the shivering girl on the floor, promising this to only be temporary. She then made her way to the cupboards, taking out and removing the cap of scented incense, placing it on the counter next to the sink. As she slowly leaned over to finally flush the disgusting fluids that had taken refuge in the toilet bowl, she noticed the odd colouring and lone bits of something specking within the vomit. Bunny raised an eyebrow curiously.
"Hey, honey, can I ask you something?" The doctor asked, her eyes not leaving the toilet bowl for a second. From the corner of her eyes, she saw the blonde nod a weak 'yes'.
"Was anything new added to your diet lately?"
The blonde's eyes opened slightly as she shook her head.
"Did the food taste different in any way?"
The blonde paused for a moment before shrugging her shoulders slightly in response.
"A little?"
A nod. Bunny flushed the vomit down the toilet and straightened her back, her face wearing an expression of aggravation.
"Will be?"
"I think somebody's been toying with your grub, sweets... And I wanna know who."
After Bunny had finally settled the young blonde into bed and switched off the lights, she began her angry power walk down towards the kitchens. If Edward were to find out about this he'd be furi-
"Hey, Bunny, slow down, would 'ya?"
"Crap..." She muttered under her breath, slowing down her pace. The blonde quickly caught up with a grin plastered on his face.
"Hey, I just released by first patient today! Eh, it wasn't exactly all that big, just a two month long stay with anxiety disorder... But hey it counts right!"
"Oh. Yeah that's great, Ed."
"What's with you? You seem all flustered and in a frenzy."
"Uh, well, y'see I, um, think someone's been messing with my girl."
Edward pounced in front of the young doctor, a worried expression on his face.
"You mean Winry? What happened to her, is she okay? What did they do?"
Bunny held up two hands, signalling the golden eyed man to calm down. "Chill it, Elric! First off, we can't be 100% sure it's Winry yet, it was just an assumption. Secondly, nothing too serious has happened... yet. She's been puking a lot lately, and her vomit was a weird colour today. Almost like she's been fed an overdose of something. I'm just trying to see if it was the kitchens, if you'd allow me."
"Well, maybe if you let me see her, I could-"
"Not happening, Elric!" Bunny snapped.
"Aw, come on Bunny! Just tell me where her room is!"
"And trust you not to go snooping after I leave? Get real!"
Edward blinked as Bunny brushed past him, hurrying her way down the hall. What the hell was her problem?
"Well if it isn't Kain! How's the life, my boy?"
The young man smiled, clearing his throat with a loud 'HEM!'. The cold winter wind bit at the nape of his neck despite his heavy jacket and the new scarf Noah had knit for him earlier that week. He had stopped by the newspaper stand before taking off for work that day, and the strong scent of tobacco had filled the air yet again. Mr. Markel had just lit his first cigarette of the day, and had sold his tenth newspaper issue. Business was looking well, and Kain couldn't help but envy the rosy tint of his cheeks.
"It's stressful... but I'm- HEM!- managing well. And you? How's your son?"
"The boy... I ain't seen him for almost half a year now."
Kain's eyebrows bolted upwards. "Half a year? Why, whatever for?"
The old man's cheeks slowly lost their jolly tint as he shrugged his shoulders in annoyance, handing a young child an issue and accepting his nickel. "Say's he's busy. He don't even call, the boy! And every time I give him a ring, it's the same darn thing. 'Can't talk, Da, duty calls'. Young people nowadays... He's been making lots of trips to Germany lately too. Don't know what business he has there, but he seems to have taken a liking to it.""
Kain threw his head back with a chuckle. "He's probably just too busy with Harriet! Maybe they're planning to have a child now, finally! And besides, it's good for him to travel a little."
Mr. Markel snorted, handing out another issue. "If he's the father, I'm the granddad..."
Kain shifted uneasily in his place before respectively bidding the old man farewell. He didn't have time for other peoples' personal problems right now anyways. Noah had begun having massive migraines lately, and he couldn't afford waiting on it to heal on its own. She had denied all possibilities of psychic impact, and yet, somehow he knew that wasn't entirely true. He had begun wishing she would start trusting him more, and being true to herself. Her spiritual powers were something she couldn't escape from, no matter how hard she wanted to. Kain could only hope he could help her overcome it.
"Hm? Yes, Bunny what is it?" Jacob asked, a concerned expression on his face.
"Jake, I'm a little worried... The blondie's condition is getting worse." The young doctor whispered, tears forming in her eyes. Jacob groaned, reaching over slowly to pat her on the shoulders.
"There, there, sweetheart. It's nothing to cry over. Everyone gets sick sometimes."
"But the chefs totally denied adding anything in her meals! So who was it? I just don't understand!"
"Harriet, listen to me, everything will be alright. Why don't you go home early tonight? I'll take care of the lass. I don't want you ruining your entire life over this. Now, go home, you. You have someone waiting for you."
"Oh, Jake..." Bunny sighed. "I doubt he'd be home by now anyways. It's as if he prefers his work over me..."
Jacob shook his head slowly. "No, no. Work is busy, and you of all people should know that, Harriet. Now off you go. I promise I'll take excellent care of Blondie."
Her head pounded, and her eyelids felt like two anvils rested upon a string of grass. She struggled to stay awake, and moving her limbs was completely out of the question. The figure looming over her had proven that it wasn't, in fact, just her imagination. Her mouth denied her a cry as the figure's fingers brushed over the flesh of her stomach, slightly riding her shirt up. Miniature scribbling sounds could then be heard as the silhouette of his head gently nodded.
"Yes. Yes, that's right. Sleep, my darling. This will all be over soon... And you, you will be all mine. We will rule over these two worlds... And many others."
She felt her heart seize, sweat burning her temples. His words rang familiar words into her mind. Two worlds. And all of a sudden, her heart began beating fast, almost as if it were trying to burst out of her chest.