Author's Note: Hello all! My computer has been causing problems, so I had some trouble getting this chapter up. Sorry about that. No time for excuses, I want you to know that I plan on having one chapter either back in Risembool, or with Al to show you what is going on elsewhere. It won't be too long, just the facts and everything you have missed since Winry left her home, or since Al had left in hope for finding Winry.

And I assure you, things with Ben will become clearer soon. Trust me, Winry is just as confused as you are :3

Disclaimer: I do not own the Full Metal Alchemist nor his lover.

Time to Rise

He could see the confusion in my eyes, and it was true. I didn't understand a word he spoke out of such an evil mouth. Unspeakable horror came over me with in seconds after he spoke the word, 'kill'. My back stiffened as I took a small breath; I could feel the hair on my skin rise. My eyes widened as I watched a middle finger from the man that stood in front of me rise to my head, and intertwine around a lose piece of hair that had fallen out of my pony tail. His smiled faded, by a frown that had taken over his handsome face. I wanted to smack myself for thinking he was cute, he was such a cruel man. As well as I knew, there were no more words that could be spoken, everything was done. Nothing could be taken back. I felt anger, fear, confusion, even a strange time of love as I watched Ben turn away disappearing into the darkness of the storm. I grabbed the poll for support he had been leaning on, falling to my knees at I studied the spot I had watched him vanish.

"Sucha... bastard... I can be..." I spoke barley over a whisper to myself as I touched my chest. My voice shook as I tried to create full sentenced, not feeling at all foolish for speaking to myself, alone. "Beh... because..." I couldn't control my thoughts as they instantly became words. I wiped my eyes as the rain turned into a heavy drizzle, falling on my face making up for the tear drops that had always been there except for tonight. I played back his words into my mind. They couldn't be real, they just couldn't be... My mind wouldn't except them for they just couldn't be true. wasn't ready to die, I had never thought about it, I was still trying to move forward and except this new world was my home. But could I actually have a chance to leave it? Or was he lieing? He had already lost my trust for him, though his words seemed to set a spell on me. Home, such a kind thought. I would love the chance just to see Risembool for one last time; Even if it could only be for a brief moment. But death on the other hand was something I would like to hold off for a bit longer.

I was dripping wet once I reached the room, and it seemed darker then usual. I locked the door, making it my first priority after I closed it. I stripped, throwing everything to the floor, then sliding it under the bed with my foot. I found the last clean shirt Ed had in his brown bag. Quickly I slipped it over my breasts and pulled it down past my legs. I rapped my soaking hair into a tight bun and crawled under the sheets of the bed as fast as I could as a soft, blast of thunder was heard miles away.

Ed had taken up a good portion of the bed, his loud breathing causing it hard to think even if it was only a small noise compared to the storm; It blocked out everything. He layed on his back as I turned away, my eyes wide open as I tried to stop thinking, only telling myself to breath. I crossed my hands around my breasts, bending my legs to tuck them close to my body. I shivered from the rain, I still felt as though I was standing in the remains of the storm.

Paris, it was a long distance away. If I wanted to go there, we would have to take a train. That could be a few days long, and a lot of money as well. I would have to watch the days, and just wait. I replayed Ben's words in my head for a fourth time that night, listening to his raspy voice of when he had spoke where I should meet him if I didn't want to die. A better way to put it would be if I wanted to return home.

I didn't trust him though, I could bearly trust myself anymore.

Morning came quickly as I felt the warmth of the sun on my face. I squinted shielding my eyes from the light. I was usually the one to wake first, and Edward's body would be the one shielding me from the brightness of the sun. I could hear him behind me, knelling down on the floor next to his bag as he pulled it's contents from inside it to the floor; Folding some and separating them into small piles. I sat up pulling out my hair tie as I wiped my eyes sleepily. I turned my body so my feet would dangle off the bed as the bond boy in front of me turned. His hair was neatly in a pony tail as always, and he was wearing the same old clothes he had the last few days. A long sleeve white shirt, with a brown vest buttoned over it. His long pants hung off of his hips as I realized he hadn't looked so neat since the day I found him in Italy. He surprised me with half a smile, then turning back to his bag.

"We're going to go and start the search for Al today, and head north-east. That's where he was headed the last time I spoke to him." He said more seriously. Pushing everything aside, I smiled and agreed.

"Yep, I'll go get dressed." I spoke slowly. I noticed his eyes looked much healthier; Although not completely, they matched much closer to his regular, golden glow. He had gained some color in his cheeks and didn't nearly look as pale as he had only yesterday. I watched him, looking at his back, as his muscles moved to each movement he made as he sorted his clothes.

I tied his huge shirt at my stomach into a knot, waering the still damp sweats from last night. Although the bottom of them had seemed to dry pretty well, the top and butt of them were still soaked. I tried to soak up some of the trapped water with the end of the quilt n the bed when Edward has his back turned.

His back looked so, muscular...

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