Death VII: SHOT ON SIGHT
He had heard the sound before he even had time to open his eyes.
Everything was so dark and muffled as he lay on the cold ground of the laboratory's underground storage system. His body ached and he felt so tired, but it was nice to feel again. The dull pain, and the way the cold seeped into his naked skin. It felt so good, and yet… he was was so dark and his eyes were glued shut, and his limbs refused to move.
Where was brother?
He wanted his brother to hold him and make the fear go away. They had succeeded. He had his body back. He was whole again. But where was brother?
He wanted to touch his brother, hold him, and feel him…smell the scent of his hair.
Brother was the only one who could make this complete.
Alphonse tried in vain to open his eyes, remembering that Edward could not be far from him. He was probably giving him a moment to adjust before making himself known.
It was okay though. He was fine. He just needed Ed to hold him.
He heard the sound before he even had time to open his eyes.
There were loud footsteps surrounding him, and voices he could not make out yelling. He opened his eyes to find himself drenched in blood, over sixty Amestrian soldiers surrounding him, they lined up almost precisely on the lines of the now faded transmutation circle. Panicked, the boy searched around, now more than ever in need of the comforting presence of his older brother.
His heart stopped when he noticed a figure lay before him, the red coat and long golden hair unmistakable. Alphonse blinked tears from his sliver eyes, as he realized the blood had come from the body before him.
No…that isn't possible…no
"Brother..?" he reached a shaky hand out towards the other boy, and turned him over gently. His released a small sound somewhere between a gasp and a sob at the sight of his brothers' bloodied face. His golden eyes were wide and blank, and a small hole was visible just below his left temple.
They had shot him.
They had killed him.
A wave of sorrow flashed over Alphonse as his openly wept over his brothers lifeless body.
Why? Why? Why?
This was not fair. It was not right.
Why?
The world went blank and soon the small boy found himself clutching Edward close to him. "
Brother…"
The blood caking his unclothed skin no longer purely his brothers, more soldiers came but Alphonse did not care he just held tight, repeating his mantra over and over again. A tall dark haired military man stood before him, expertly aiming his gun his way.
It did not matter.
Nothing mattered anymore.
He was alone…alone with his brother.
That was all he ever needed.
But brother would not wake up, would not smile at him, or hold him, and tell him that everything was fine now.
The man pulled the trigger and Alphonse looked up, his sliver eyes glistening with tears.
Why?
This is actually Alphonse's point of view on the scene when Roy kills him, in my AU story To Wish upon. It was requested by a friend of mine. Edward is not the only person to die this chapter. I am sorry if it was bad, I am actually writing this in my college class out of complete boredom. If you like this story check out To Wish upon, it has one more chapter left until it is complete. Thank you for reading.