Terror

Edward Elric was lounging in the common room. He was fuming from the article that Rita Skeeter had written. She was a horrible journalist; incorrect facts, completely incorrect conclusions, quatsch (1) information, and horrible grammer. The only thing that could make him push down his anger enough to not explode was the letter he was holding in his hand. It was addressed to him, but there was no return address. He didn't even recognise the handwriting. If that wasn't bad news then his didn't know what was.

Slowly, he opened the letter. He had refrained from opening it until he was alone. This was probably the only time he'd get. The envelope was lumpy, but he pulled out the letter first.

Hello Edward Elric,

You might not know who this is from, but don't worry. You will not have to wait long. The only reason we sent you this is because we thought that you would like to know what we have done. I think it will affect you greatly and my Colleagues and I are glad that we could inform you as quickly as possible.

Best Wishes,

Pride

Ps: to find out, look in the envelope

Edward's blood ran cold. He didn't know what the Homunculus had done, but it couldn't have been good. With trembling fingers, he dumped the contents of the envelope into his lap.

They were pieces.

Pieces of his brother's blood seal.

The were fractured.

They no longer did their job.

They no longer contained a soul.

Edward, for his part, did not cry. He couldn't even if he wanted to. His body was numb, and it felt like there was nothing inside of him. That's probably why he didn't react when an owl crashed through the window. It's probably why he didn't cry out as it's talons tore out his throat. That's probably why he didn't react when footsteps came down the stairs and he heard screaming. That's probably why he didn't think anything of it when he realized that more innocent people were going to die in a pointless war all because of those envious green eyes. That's probably why he didn't react to those eyes that were filled with worry so similar to that of his brother's. That's probably why he only thought one thing as he died despite the efforts of the people around him to prevent it.

How can I repay you, Brother?


Yeah, I'm sorry about that. No, actually, I'm not. Just to make one thing clear:

THIS IS NOT AN ACTUAL CHAPTER!

Heh,heh, sorry! But Ica and Ala have been busy with exams and projects so they haven't helped me write anything and haven't gone over anything and won't finish the chapter even though it's so close now. So, I wrote something of my own. This is strait from my imagination (I'll dedicate the next chapter to you if you can tell me the song and musical that is from). I wanted to add something dark, so here it is.

However, this does not actually happen in the story. Let's just say that it's a dream Ed is having or something. I'll make them fit it in somehow. I can't wait to see their reactions!

Anyways hoped you liked it! See ya soon.

Oh, and We'll do reviews with the actual chapter.

(1) This basiclly means BS in German. (Have I ever mentioned how much I love what my german teacher teaches us? I love it!)