Woke up at 6:30 this morning cause my friend called to say she has stories to tell me when she comes over in about 7 hours. Lol, I don't care, you all are lucky she called cause it woke my lazy ass up into typing this chapter out. Like in Captured this chapter was supposed to be longer, but I like my chapters short and sweet (sound like someone familiar? lol). So yeah, this chapter is probably going to be split up into two to three other chapters, at least I don't have to worry about lying in my room for hours thinking up ideas.

Hope you all like it and thank you for the reviews and faves. They make me and Ed happy (yes I believe Ed is real, my brother thinks I'm crazier than normal now ^^)

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Flurries

Snow was coming down in gentle flurries, blowing around me and my outstretched hands like a mini tornado. The ground was already covered in the fluffy white stuff and small layer of ice had formed over it, making a hard icy shell. As soon as December had arrived the snow seemed to follow, everyday was like this, just small flurries of snow but just enough to cover the ground in at least a foot.

It's taking all the energy I can muster to stay out here, standing up to look at the snow as the flakes land onto my face. It took forever to leave the apartment; I nearly fell down the stairs twice. Al was out shopping and Mustang was asleep on the couch, that man could sleep through a herd of elephants trampling through the house without flinching.

I know he'll be pissed when he wakes up and finds me gone, but I can't stand being stuck in the house anymore. I know people might see me; they might even call the military and have them taken away for testing. But its cold outside and the apartment has a small secluded backyard, with a small leafless tree towering above me. I flinch as a random bolt of pain passes through my left shoulder; it's been doing that a lot lately.

Al says that it's just my body reacting to the transmutation circle; my body is trying to fight the foreign object in my body and losing. Sometimes when this happens I get really sick and the wound reopens, for three days I'm weak and in pain, unable to move from the bed or move for that matter without crying out in pain.

I know it's going to happen again, since my whole arm is slowly going numb, or maybe it's just the cold. Mustang will flip when he finds out I'm outside in only a long sleeve shirt and pajama pants. I smile as I mentally picture his face, frowning in anger with those dark gray eyes narrowed. I just act cute and he normally lets it slide, since he says that I'm too damn cute for my own good.

I hear the crunching of snow beneath someone's boots; smell the scent of sleep and old papers. I know whose outside with me without even turning to face him.

"Morning colonel, did you sleep well?" I ask, turning my head slightly so I can see his face. Yep, he's angry and I can't help but smile.

"Of course I did until I noticed you weren't in the house." He growls, taking a couple steps closer. I turn to face him, laying my ears back and tucking my tail between my legs. I bow down in a submissive crouch, sometimes it pisses me off that I'm part dog, all this shit seems to come naturally.

"I'm sorry colonel, it's just so boring in the house and I wanted the fresh air." I whimper, looking up at him to see his features soften. I guess this comes in handy as well.

"Just don't do it again unless me or Alphonse is outside with you, and next time put a damn coat on, like you aren't already sick enough." Mustang walks over to me, taking his coat off and throwing it around my shoulders. He helps me stand up and I grip his coat tightly with my right hand, inhaling his scent.

"Okay." I smile and feel his arms wrap around me, holding me in a tight embrace. His body is so warm and I lean into it, savoring the heat radiating off of his body.

"Come on lets get inside, your freezing." Mustang lets me go and begins walking to the door, with me following close behind. Suddenly the pain in my shoulder peaks and I fall to the ground, standing on my hands and knees in the cold snow.

"Edward?" He asks, kneeling in front of me and placing his hand under my chin, lifting my face up. I let out a moan and grab my aching shoulder, falling awkwardly on my side in the snow.

"It's doing it again, and it really hurts." I whisper, my whole body is slowly beginning to hurt as well. Before I know it I'm in Mustang's arms and he's carrying me into the house. My stomach suddenly twists itself into knots and I can feel something coming up my throat.

"I'm going to throw up." I moan, covering my mouth with my right hand, my left arm is lying uselessly on my chest. He looks down at me and hurries to the door, pushing it open with his shoulder before running to the bathroom. He sets me down next to the toilet and holds my hair back.

My boney back heaves and I taste copper and salt. When I'm done throwing up I fall to the side, lying on the floor panting. Mustang looks horrified his eyes wide with panic and confusion. I wipe the vomit away from my mouth and look at my automail arm. Now I know why he's so shocked.

Staining the silver steel of my hand is thick crimson blood.