Death 20 It was the wrench
He broke his automail…
Again.
All her hard work…smashed to pieces…
Again.
It would take her days to repair…maybe week? She could definitely guarantee that she wouldn't be seeing her bed for a long while.
Once again.
And what does that idiot do? Apologize? No…he's too good for that…thank her? As if the thought ever crossed his mind. No he sits there on the couch drinking tea that grandma made him… Smiling as if there was nothing wrong, as if he weren't covered in bruises and Al wasn't bashed to bits…as if his arm (and this time he even had the nerve to come here with a busted leg…) weren't shattered to smithereens!
Winry Rockbell had, had enough.
Yes, he was her best paying costumer.
Yes, he was her childhood and all around best friend.
Yes, she had a secret crush on him.
But to bring all this work to her on the eve of her eighteenth birthday and not even have the courtesy to properly greet her?
No no no no no….
Not gonna happen.
So, with all the fury of an avenging viper, Winry picked up her wrench (one that was purchased by Edward himself and had been used to bludgeon him with so many times that if you looked closely the name "Edward Elric" was forever engraved on its handle and his dried blood seeped from its cracks.) and moved over towards the couch, careful to not be seen. Out of nowhere, she swung her arm back and watched with satisfaction as the wrench collided solidly with the back of the small boy's head, and he slid to the ground in a puddle of red.
Winry laughed to herself completely satisfied until she hear Al scream and noticed that Ed had not yet gotten up to scream at her. Grandma Pinako rushed to the scene and checked the umoving boy's ppulse.
"Winry?" she stammered, "What did you do?"
The girl rubbed the back of her head sheepishly. "…uh…it was the wrench…it slipped…heh"