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There's Gonna be an Accident

It surprised me when I suddenly saw Al in the darkness, and it felt as though I could hear his voice. He was slowly drained out by the soft rain splashing against the window pain next to the bed. His bright green eyes looked lost, as he began to drift farther and farther away from myself. I looked around as I realized he was in a huge city, with millions and millions of people. More then this small town in Italy could ever have, and they were dressed so nice and formal.

I woke up slowly, the third time that night; Five hours after Ed had his nightmare. I just had this feeling that there was someone outside of the motel. I didn't want to move, I was comfortable and safe. My right leg was tightly squeezed between Edward's metal and flesh. I felt my cheeks burn up as I realized his chin layed gently on my right breast. He was so handsome, gorgeous. Yet something was telling me I had to go, just to see what it was. Something, someone was outside. I knew it. And so as slowly as possible I pulled my leg from between Ed. I grabbed his cold, right wrist that was rapped around my waist, and placed it on the bed next to him. I backed away, and stepped off the mattress barley moving it.

Quickly, I bent my head over letting my hair fall in front of my face as I rapped a rubber band around it. My long pony tail touched the bottom of my back, as my bangs fell next to my eyes. I found the key buried in Ed's bag on the floor, slipping on another one of his huge shirts as well, for it was freezing outside.

I just need to peek for a second. I would open the doors from the motel on the first floor, look outside for about five seconds, and after I found no one, crawl back under the enormous quilt with Edward. That was the plan.

As I unlocked the door just as I heard the bed move; I knew the former alchemist sleeping on it would never wake to something as soft the clicking of the wooden door 20 feet away, but somehow, something managed to cause him to stir in his sleep at the right moment. I turned my head quickly letting the door slide open looking back toward the bed. I watched as he moaned, scratched his head, then mumble something softly. He pulled the quilt over his head, taking a long breath in. Then out. I waited for the rhythmic sounds of his breathing again before moving.

Once outside the room, I shut the door gently and ran down the hallway to the old, wooden stair case not looking back. Holding the handle as each foot found a new step, I began to ask myself If I was crazy. I had just snuck out of our warm and safe room to attempt to find something strange outside of it. I guess all I could say was it felt as though a sixth sense had told me to do so.

I practically laughed for a brief second once I reached the bottom, with a view to the glass entrance of the building. Then horror crept into my mind, entering through my eyes.

He stood with his back leaning on a poll, soaked to the bone; His long brown hair covered a good portion of his glowing eyes trapping me in an instant. He had a dirty smirk on his face, he seemed relived to finally lay his eyes on me again. I didn't want to move, though I was glad Edward was soundly sleeping up stairs so he couldn't see what stood before me. I was also glad no one else was in the building, for it was nearly five in the morning. My feet were in control now as I touched the frozen, metal handle of he door and pulled it open as a gust of wind spun my bangs practically behind my head. I moved slowly, then stopped, standing next to his drenched body as rain began to fall through my hair; Causing it to get heavier and heavier; Soon enough it had touched my back sending a chill down my spine soaking both layers of Edward's clothes.

He rested a hand on my shoulder causing me to flinch as he looked straight back into my eyes. His cruel smile disappeared as a car drove past the building slowly; The lights lit up his face showing every detail. He was so different then the Ben I used to know.

"Winry... I found you." His voice was a gentle whisper, echoing in my ears. I swallowed pulling back as his hand fell to his side. "It took a while too, and to think you would be in a small motel at the tip of Italy." I gave him a dirty look as I tried to be strong, sucking in my own tounge.

"Your a cruel man." I spoke harshly into his face. Suddenly I was pulled into his chest, then next to his wet skin. He leaned forward planting his lips right on top of mine. His mouth dominated mine as he began to kiss me rapping his hands around my back. I was locked in his grasp. I closed my eyes trying to avoid it. But his tongue begged, pleading mine to move. He was so strong, so smooth. I tried to bite him, however he found away to lock my jaw open. The rain picked up, as another car drove past us.

He stopped after a minute to catch his breath, from struggling with me; His arms still closed around my body for I had no chance to run. Why did his eyes seem suddenly so sad?

"I don't understand you anymore." I whispered into the dark night. He sighed breathing in my smell, rocking my body side to side gently.

"Is there such thing as love in this world?"

"Shut up, how could love ever mean anything to you? You don't even understand the meaning of-"

"When did you become so harsh? So cold..."

"Just shut up! Look who's talking, you bastard!" I pulled my body back pushing my hands against his chest. He let go, but quickly grabbed my hand as I looked back toward him with horrified eyes. I was scared of him. But what was he saying... Why was he so hard to read? I had already been wrong the first time from his false impression.

"I didn't mean it, I came to apologize..."

"Why can't you just leave me alone?" I winded, turning my back to him, yet I was quickly spun around to face him for a second time.

"I love you, Winry." The rain stopped falling, as if it had just tood still on my nose. I was barley able to move, pushing my soaked bangs away from my face seemed to be a challenge considering how hard my hands were shaking. I could feel the heat growing all over my face, my feet became numb as I stomped a left foot to see if they were still attached to my restless body. He waited for a responce, some sort of answer from me; And I could tell he had been planning on telling me this for a while. He was so short and blunt it didn't sound as though it was a true statement.

"You... What?" I managed to whisper between my teeth.

"If you can meet me in Paris on the left side of the tallest building in the city exactly at this time, four months from now I might be able to help you return home safely. After all, I don't want to have to kill you."

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