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Bluebird's Illusion: Pride EdwardBluebird's Illusion: Pride Edward by katerinaaqu
Pride Edward was looking forward with no interest or as if he didn’t care weather they lived, died or simply disappeared from the face of Earth! He took a step closer.
“F-Full Metal…” Roy stuttered.
Alphonse was still frozen in his spot. His hands had a small distance from each other to the positions they had stopped…ready to clap, but never did.
“Whaaat?” Envy mocked scratching the inside of his war with his finger, “Humans are truly idiots after all. I told you that Full Metal ochibi-chan is dead didn’t I?”
“Full Metal! Full Metal wake up! Full Metal!” Roy was yelling at him
However Pride Ed was standing there without moving a muscle. It was as if he was somehow hypnotized! Envy placed a hand over his shoulder, approaching him from behind and then whispered in his ear from behind:
“Remember Pride…humans are our enemies…”
Bluebird's Illusion: I miss him...Bluebird's Illusion: I miss him... by katerinaaqu
The darkness seemed to be all around him…he could feel the weakness in his entire body but that fatigue seemed to be fading bit by bit… There was a sticky liquid all over him…it had to be warm some time ago…it had the really strong smell of iron… What was it…? Was it…blood…? Blood…all over him… How did he end up there? He didn’t know…all he knew was that his limbs seemed to be moving again…his body was slightly moving but it seemed weak… He could feel that he was naked and the cold was slightly more than he was used to. He could feel his body full with hard places… What were they…? Bones…? Yes. Bones…they were bones of his, own, body. He had never felt them so intensely before… His body seemed unable to hold him up… And then he was hearing some voices around him…a small tear ran down his cheek… Why was he crying? Why was he on the g
Bluebird's Illusion: Meeting the DeadBluebird's Illusion: Meeting the Dead by katerinaaqu
“Damn! It’s still raining!” Envy complained.
Lust rolled eyes.
“Quit complaining Envy! We will get out eventually!”
“Why on Earth are we rotting in here?”
Then…the man on the chair, Father, took a breath as if waking up. All Homunculus went silent as if some great event had just happened!
“It is time…” Father said in a low, calm voice.
Everyone gasped slightly…in admiration…in anticipation…in eagerness…
“Stars have set on position again… It’s time for us to move on…”
“Finally!” Greed said cracking his knuckles a little
Lust smirked and Gluttony kept on sucking his index finger. Wrath was grinning almost jumping happily. Even Sloth that was sleeping as usually stopped snoring and raised his head a little. Envy was barely holding himself! Finally!
“Envy” Father’s name echoed again.
“Go and fetc
Bluebird's Illusion: He called me...Bluebird's Illusion: He called me... by katerinaaqu
“Winry. Come over here…we have a customer…”
Winry Rockbell, a young lady with long, blonde hair and blue eyes was spacing out again. Despite her appearance, she was not like the rest of the girls in her age. Unlike them, she didn’t like that much talking about clothes, shoes and stuff. No. She preferred machines! Every kind of machine was drawing her attention. However what she adored the most was…Auto-mail. Winry was an Auto-Mail mechanic. Like her grandma before her, she adored Auto-Mail more than anything. No jewel, no cloth, no other accessory could make her ecstatic, but Auto-Mail could. Also she was the person that helped Edward Elric, the Full Metal Alchemist stand again. She put Auto-Mail in place of his missing limbs… She wished she could understand him more…but now…now he was gone…years now… Alphonse was so determined to find him…
“Winry…” grandma Pinako said again
Dream20130714 - The Amestrian Mineshaft IncidentSunday, July 14, 2013Dream20130714 - The Amestrian Mineshaft Incident by Contraltissimo
I had a friend with me. Another girl, I think.
We had fallen down a mineshaft.
But we were past all that at this point; the two of us were in some kind of hospital. The walls and floors and ceilings were light-colored, and clean. Our beds were soft and sweet. White curtains gave us peace and privacy. We were being well taken care of.
But there was something.... off. Was it something we noticed ourselves? Or had we overheard things? Things people weren’t supposed to say around us?
I remember the tame pink coloring of a few scattered scars. We were pretty beat-up by our ordeal, but our bodies were in fairly good working order. Except.... they didn’t feel like our bodies. I know my friend and I took a few slow and easy walks around our surroundings, but.... were we really walking? Were we in our skin? Did our bodies come with us? Or was it only our spirits? Or were these thoughts only the woozily confused result of our acciden
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