Death XXV: Pieces

Alphonse found himself amazed at how many pieces there were. After all, it was such a small body, where did they all belong too? And the blood…oh…he didn't know what to do with all the blood. It covered everything and everywhere, splattered against the walls and soaking slowly into the ground. It was sure to leave a stain on brother's fine white shirt. Oh…well, he'd clean it up later. After he'd fixed brother and had him all ready and nice again…it would be simple really. Just a patch job and all the pieces would fit together the way a jigsaw puzzle did. He'd be a little rough around the edges but then again hadn't Edward always been that way? It was a trait that made him both frustrating and endearing at the same time. Everyone love him for it…they loved him best, he loved him best and they all would be happy when he was all fixed up.

Right now they were sad, all of them were. They'd been like that since the explosion, since the terrorists came in and took Edward away in exchange for the lives of all the people at the station they were boarding. Brother was like that, he was brave. Always brave, always Strong…Al couldn't be like that. He was weak. He was scared. He needed Ed to be strong for him, to love him. If not, he was sure to never survive. Lieutenant Hawkeye was crying. She had been for a long time, Breda and Fuery were trying to calm her down, but it wasn't working. How could it when they seemed so upset too? Alphonse didn't know why everyone was so distraught. It wasn't like Ed wasn't coming back. He was here; he just needed to be put back together. Yeah…that's all. There's a finger by that bush, see? And another piece just a foot away…the automail was ruined, but he'd ask Winry to fix that later. Look, a blank golden eye was rolling by Alphonse's foot and he hoped that the other wasn't lost because it didn't seem to be anywhere around. Edward wouldn't be right without his lovely golden eyes…

Havoc stopped his frantic sideways pacing every so often to try talk to Alphonse. His words didn't really process in the boys mind and he would reply with an "I'm really busy right now, Mr. Havoc, but could you help me find brothers ear, I'm missing one?" He didn't know where Mustang had disappeared too. The man had merely vanished after seeing the mess, and watching as Alphonse simply knelt on the ground, blood soaking through the knees of his pants as he frantically tried to locate the parts of his brother. That didn't matter. He'd return when Alphonse was finished and everything would be alright. Yes, everything was going to be fine.

Now really, where was that ear?

I have a sick sense of humor and it's getting worse by the minute. I apologize for lack of updating but I'm back now...so I love you all.

Here's some responses for you:

Elizabeth Petrotsky: I'm glad you enjoyed number 15 as much as I enjoyed writing it.

lois rizzerman: Wow, I'm so flattered. Actually, I have several novels in the process of completion. If you ever see the name Edouard Arcelay, it's mine. Keep a look out for it.

Shaliah Harrelson: For the good of all my life I've obsessed over many things, but never have I BEEN obsessed over. I like it, but my ego is probably not going to fit through the door anymore.

fmgjmke: Go ahead and cry, it's good for you.

and to the reader who calls themself "Anonamous" I don't understand your reviews, but I love you anyway. :3