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Guilt of the One Left Behind [Ch 9] FMA FanficMustang sat at the bar with a bottle of whiskey in his hand, desperate for even a brief escape from reality. The atmosphere of the tavern he was currently at was unpleasant and dank and it reeked of alcohol. There weren't many people in the place, and most of them were either passed out drunk on the floor or sitting quietly at the bar like him. It was pretty quiet, as well. Aside from the occasional shout from a group of men playing poker somewhere in the back, and the soft sound of the radio playing in the background. None of this bothered the Colonel, however. He was too distracted by his own internal torment to pay any mind to his surroundings.Guilt of the One Left Behind [Ch 9] FMA Fanfic by MayaAtMidnight
It had been a full year since Ed disappeared from the hospital. A full year since Mustang failed to protect his subordinate, his fellow state alchemist, his son. A full year since Mustang made the biggest mistake of his career; one that would likely haunt him for the rest of his life.
Every lead him and his men found brought them to a dead en
FullMetal Alchemist - The fallen Gods Chp5.FullMetal Alchemist - The fallen Gods Chp5. by FerAdami
Chapter 5. A feeling, a shrub, and a cyclops
I was looking through the window, the constellations extended on heaven given place to the sun that appeared tentatively on the horizon, dazzling a calm dawn in Resembool with a fresh wind that pass through the cracks of the window refreshing me under the heat of the room. I enjoyed that they were all asleep to open my wings, because stay in human form for a long time causes aching and made it sleeps too.
I don't know how many hours I've slept, by the way, how many years I haven't slept so well as that night, but even so I ended up waking up early with the feeling that something was about to come ... Something that I thought I couldn't feel ... Not here in this reality.
While I looked peacefully the landscape, I stayed to meditate on the events of the previous day, the property housewives were well welcoming me offering lodging and food by the time it was necessary.
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…”
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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