Post by Audie Smith on Aug 13, 2005 16:27:33 GMT -5
Audie- Ello every one. Yes I'm updating this story, it does not end with you dying, what type of cruel person would I be. But your not coming back right away, remember that. I still have a few things I want to test out. *smiles* Anyways I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Disclaimer- If I owned anything do you think I'd be writing this story? I think not....
It’s been a while hasn’t it? Well maybe not a year, or even a month, but it feels like an eternity. Now if you were to come around you would know what I mean. You know how on rainy days it seems like it takes a little bit longer to get through the day? Well now it’s a rainy day every day.
Like a constant raining cloud is hanging over the bodies and homes of our main characters. The days just move a little slower then usually for them, the bright days never seem that bright, and the life they all had was slowly drained from their bodies and sucked away.
You would think that they would slowly start to recover and move on with their lives. But when one of your loved ones, best friends, only daughter dies, what are you to do. You can’t move on in a town that she grew up in and you did to, right along side her. In a place that holds so many memories and a place you can never say will hold new ones.
Now it’s night, the only time that our characters can escape reality and hide in the comfort of their dreams and hopes. All sleep soundly in the little town of Rizembol, not a movement from any of the houses, not a sound.
Yet a figure, a lone figure hidden in the shadows of the night moves quickly down the streets of the sleepy little Rizembol. The sound of the figures feet making scrapping noises against the dirty road. Their labored breathing heard echoing softly in the almost emptiness of the night. Where are they heading you asking? Well if you know me by now then you should know. But for you first time readers, how about we say you’re grave.
The sound of dirt against metal rings through out the sleepy little town, yet no one wakes. The sound of human grunting and panting sounds from the top of the hill yet no one goes to check. The sound of metal hitting what can only be a box rings like a bell from the top of the hill, yet no one cares.
Silence and everything stands still, as no one cares.
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“Good morning…” says a deadpan voice. The loss of life and happiness in the voice makes it almost unrecognizable yet the person who belongs to the voice still looks the same, only to be described as saddened.
No one responds to the sullen good morning, it’s the same every day. Ed comes down stairs says good morning to who ever is in the room at the time and they just ignore him or just refuse to answer. Whatever it is really doesn’t matter.
Ed walks towards the door his booted feet making loud clomping noises against the hard wood floor as he goes. He slips on his red jacket removing his braided hair from the inside so it now rests softly on his back. Sighing softly he reaches for the door knob with his gloved hands.
“Going again?” the soft voice of Winry reaches his ears. Ed turns around to stare at the blonde haired girl behind him. He remembers all the times he brought Winry to Central or took Winry on trips and bought her stuff, he never did that with (your name).
He loved her so much that he wanted to keep her distant, keep her from the pain and suffering of the outside world. He tried to isolate her from the horrors and keep her in the safety of Reziembol, but look what good that did. Now he regrets everything he did, having only Winry visit, and never talking to (your name) never coming to visit. He just took her for granted and now he can’t take it back.
Ed closes his eyes for a minute nodding his head solemnly. Nobody really could go and visit your grave. Just knowing what happened was too much for them and it was just too painful, just too painful. Winry stared at Ed for a few moments; silence filled the void of the house like a sickness.
Ed turned back around his hand on the door knob as he turns it pulling the door open. Winry’s eyes widen slightly as she steps towards him. Her hand out stretched as if to grab onto him and keep him from leaving the house.
“Be careful Ed…” she says in a barley audible voice. Ed stopped half way out the door, his hand still holding the knob. He turns his head to the side not full facing Winry but just enough to see her.
“I will…” he says softly as he walks the rest of the way out of the door closing it behind him. Winry sighs her hand dropping to her side. Her eyes cast on the hard wood floor. Things will never be the same around here as long as she’s gone; now that’s just a common fact.
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Whispers and points, stares and glares, you get use to it being a State Alchemist. But you never get use to it when they do it because of a tragedy. They whisper and spread rumors saying of who they think it was that killed her, how they think she died.
They don’t know, nor will they ever unless you set them straight. But even then they can twist your words around to make it into something that is so far from the truth, it’s scary. Sounds a lot like the tabloids but they don’t have those in there day in age, so the villagers are the next best thing.
But the more you show your self to them, and the less you respond the more they find it old and tiresome. And finally one day they just leave you all alone together. But that takes time and patience. You may be thinking, Ed patience, pfft I don’t think so. But if you want something to go away you learn to be patient as Ed did.
Walking down the dirt road, people stop there doings just to stare. Some feel pity for him, some feel anger for your death, and some feel both. But at least the feel something, not like nothing at all, as it feels for Ed. He ignores the looks the stares but just keeps walking his eyes glued to the hill where your body will rest until it rots away.
The hill comes into view and his steps quicken. He spends most his day up here, and today is no exception. He feels like you still hang out around there like you did when he was gone. Well it wasn’t really you but your energy still hung around the graves and it brought him comfort knowing that.
Rushing up to the top as fast as a jack rabbit, Ed stops dead in his tracks. His heart skipping a beat as his breath catches in his throat. Tears well up in the corners of his eyes blurring his vision yet he doesn’t notice. The only thing he notices is your grave.
Your grave is no longer a grave, but a large hole. Walking over slowly he peers down and lets out a strangled cry. His legs give out from beneath him. First you’re dead then your body is, stolen. He looks over into the dark hole that once held your life less body that now holds nothing.
As his tears slowly drip from his eyes landing on the soft dirt below Ed stands to his now shaking feet. His anger turning him into a primitive beast, his anger is now fueling his heart and his pain. His fist shakes as he glares into the hole.
He had to find who did this; he knew it was probably the person that killed you. But why? Why would they kill you then dig up your remains? Did they really hate him that much? What were they going to do with you?
Turning around he faces his mother’s untouched grave his eyes soften. “I’ll find out mom, I’ll find out who did this….” He whispers his voice filled with anger and malice. Who ever did this would pay, now it was his turn.
As they always say, pay backs a pregnant dog.
Running off down the hill, tearing his way throw the small town he returns back to Winry’s. Running up the front steps of the porch, throwing open the door in an angry rage he storms into the house. Just looking for any sign of his brother or even any one at that.
“AL!” Ed screams echo throw the home, Ed turns around in circles trying to see where his brother could be coming from.
“AL!” he says storming up stairs and into his and Al’s room. He starts packing up there bag, all there personal belongings.
“Brother?” the timid voice of Al comes from the door way of the room. Ed snaps his head up to look at his brother, his eyes still burning with rage.
“Brother what are you doing?”
“We’re leaving.” Ed’s short answer confuses his brother, why are they leaving? What happened? What’s going on?
“But Brot-” cut of by Ed. Al watches as his brother looks him in his would be eyes.
“They dug her up.” He says through gritted teeth, his bag in his hand as he stalks closer to Al.
“They killed her, and then they dug her up, they have to pay.” Revenge dripping from his mouth like a drooling dog, it scares his brother. He’s never seen him act like this since his mother died.
“We’re going back to Central. I have some things I need to find out.” Ed brushes past Al leaving his brother stunned in the room.
They were going back to Central, this must be important.
-Remember Read and Review and if you haven't told me what your favorite part is then do so, would really like to know. Or if you have a new favorite part, same thing applys.
-Audie