Well, here's a new chapter...
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA...dangit.
"What...Ed, this must be a very bad joke!" I say sharply at my older brother as I back away. The blade is making me uncomfortable.
Ed shakes his head. "No, I'm not joking, brother. I have killed many, and I will continue to. I wanted you know that." Both his hands clench into fists.
"Are you an idiot?!" I yell at him. He flinches back, raising his fists. "How long have you been killing all those people?!"
"Over two years now," Ed replies calmly. He isn't looking at me. For some reason his golden eyes are fixed out the window, like he's expecting someone to jump through.
"Do you know what I have to do now!?" I yell. "I have to arrest you and you'll be shot! Did you really want that, in the end?!" Ed fixes his eyes on me. They're hollow, like a dead person's.
"Maybe that's what I'm fucking trying to avoid! It was either this or hurting you and maybe Winry!" he roars. I'm actually quite surprised that the neighbors haven't woken up yet.
"Ed, you're not making any sense," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. "Maybe we can talk it out-"
"People have tried to talk with me!" he screams. "It never worked! They all died! Because I killed them!" His voice raises to a oddly high pitch, and I cover my ears with my hands.
"Edward, please-" I try, but Ed charges me. He swipes the blade at my throat, but I dodge and hit him in the gut. He appears unfazed and hits me on the head with his automail fist.
I fall, my vision getting blurry. I see Ed's bare feet walk over to the door, open it, and close it behind him.
Dammit, Ed...
"So Ed actually admitted he was Fullmetal?" Mustang asks me the next day. I nod.
"Sorry, boss," Havoc says. He's smoking, like usual. "Do the police know that yet?"
"Yeah." Havoc leaves.
"Also," I continue to Mustang, taking a seat on one of the chairs. "He was acting really weird. At one point he started screaming stuff like, 'People have tried to talk with me, but it never worked and they all died', but it was much more broken up than that."
Mustang rests his chin on his hands. "So you're saying he possibly insane?"