Death XXVII Unbearable
Bound and broken, Alphonse could do nothing but watch as his brother was flung harshly into the wall across the room, a loud, sickening crash echoing around as the small body dented the hard concrete and collided roughly to the floor beneath him. The madman laughed, a gurgling, malicious sound and he turned back to the armored boy with a crooked grin. "That should teach you boys…" He cackled; face twisting as he jammed his index finger to Al's chest plate, and then gestured to the graying transmutation circle on the ground, piled with all sorts of scrap metal and the like. "…that you should learn to listen to your elders…" The man banged a fist on the metal plate. "We'll try this again. I want gold and I want a lot of it….and you…" He said, nonchalantly sitting down on a nearby crate. "….Are going to make it for me."
"…Never. I won't do it." Alphonse responded automatically, remembering his brothers' determination even as he felt shivers run down his non-existent spine. The man sighed, and began to play with a loose lock of hair at the side of his face as he eyed the boy calculatingly. Al paid him no attention, instead gazing at the form of his brother but six feet before him, taking comfort in the fact that he could still see from this distance the slow rise and fall of the older boys' chest. Unbeknownst to him the madman watched and as his eyes followed Alphonse's stare his face contorted into something wicked. He stood, slowly pulling a long hunting knife as he spoke. "Well, you leave me with no choice then. If you won't do it, then I have no need for you."
He moved to stand over Edwards' motionless form, gazing down at the unconscious blonde with an almost bored expression upon his face. Alphonse panicked, realization sinking in fast. "No! Please, don't…don't hurt him!" He gasped, wondering how it felt like he was suffocating when he possessed no lungs of his own and he watched the man twirl the knife in hands absently. "…please…I'll do whatever you ask…just, don't hurt him." The man flashed him a sadistic grin and held the knife steadily over Edward. "Naw…" He drawled out, pulling his arm back. "I think I like this idea better." Then he thrust forward, plunging the blade deep into the small boys' chest, and then removing it slowly. Alphonse screamed, desperate to break his bonds and kill the man…help his brother…cry, but he couldn't, instead he was forced to watch as the knife was stabbed again in into Edward's body, the blood spraying the psycho's face as maniacal laughter ran through the room and filled Alphonse with the most unbearable feeling he had ever had in his life.
The man stopped midway on his twentieth thrust at the sound of the door breaking down and tons upon tons of armed soldiers breaking in. Lt. Hawkeye had the man cuffed and ready to go in the blink of an eye while Major Armstrong and Lt. Havoc helped Alphonse out of his strappings. As he was being led out of the room the boy noticed Colonel Mustang kneeling over his brothers' form, a gentle hand brushing matted golden locks. He planned on calling out to man, desperate to know his brothers condition but stopped as Mustang stood tall and he noticed the steady stream of crystalline tears pouring down the soldiers cheeks as he turned to the madman and pulled his fist hard into his face, sending the murdered parading to the ground…all the while the tears fell, not only in the Colonels eyes but in the rest of the crew as well.
Alphonse curled his hands into tight fists and shut himself out of the world.
He wished he could cry too.