AN: Hello! I'm back, with the first chapter of Mother! For the record, the original version is up for adoption. Someone has already told me that they are interested in continuing it, however if you want to adopt the story as well, PM me.
Disclaimer: If I owned FMA, Trisha would be alive.
"Find what you love and let it kill you."
-Bukowski
Trisha covered her mouth with a shaking hand. What happened? Why is she alive? What happened to Edward and Alphonse? The memory of her final moments flooded back into her brain.
Trisha lay in bed, cheeks red from the heat of her body.
"Edward, Alphonse…" she called weakly. "Come here." The boys quickly obliged, soon at her side. The Rockbells had left the room to give the three family members privacy, knowing that Trisha had mere moments left.
"What is it, Mom?" Edward asked, barely capable of making his voice even. Alphonse had silent tears streaming down his face, while Ed kept blinking away tears every few moments. Poor boys, they've been through so much. They're too mature for their age.
"You know that I'm going to die today," she whispered, struggling for air. The boys nodded. "I want you to know that I love you both. So much. Edward, Alphonse, I want you to take care of each other, alright? You're my sons…" The two children only nodded.
"Ed, Al…take my hand," Trisha stated. Her sons immediately obeyed, leaving both of her weak hands with a smaller one.
Somehow, she knew she was dying. She had seconds left, so she used them to quietly breathe, "I want you….to live on."
Just as she had closed her eyes, she opened them again to see herself in her basement.
Trisha was pulled from her thoughts as a bright blue light filled the room once more. When she turned around, she found that Edward and the armor had returned, Edward missing his arm. The armor jolted to life, examining the room.
"Br…Brother!" it exclaimed, scooping the child in his arms not-so-gently. Trisha shivered when she realized that the armor was Alphonse. She felt a jolt of electricity flow through her body and she sprinted forwards to her children, ripping off her apron and wrapping it tightly around Edward. The armor stared at her in what she assumed was shock, and the boy stared up at her with glazed eyes.
"Mom…." Edward whispered.
"We need to get you to a medic," she exclaimed, taking her son in her arms and bolting up the steps. She was fast- faster than anyone she'd ever seen. Trisha would have been surprised if she wasn't so worried about her sons. The suit of armor followed, clumsily tripping over his feet and knocking things over on the way.
"What's going on?" Al exclaimed, running right alongside his mother.
"I- I don't know! We'll sort things out, but we need to get Ed help first," she replied, hot tears flowing down her face. The cold winter air stung her face as she ran, reminding her of her short-sleeved dress. Edward kept drifting in and out of consciousness as Trisha buried him deeper in her arms.
Within about five minutes, she arrived at the Rockbells. She didn't have time or enough arms to knock or open the door; she kicked it down. Trisha was immediately greeted with a scream. Pinako's footsteps could be heard hurrying down the staircase to find out what was going on. Once in the room, Pinako froze at the sight of Trisha.
"I know I'm dead," Trisha growled. "But you will be, too, if you don't help my son."
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