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FMA: To Fill A VoidFMA: To Fill A Void by TimeSeerStudios
TO FILL A VOID
Disdain is Born
WARNING! THIS FAN FICTION CONTAINS SPOILERS ON THE 2003 FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST ANIME!
“Well? What are you waiting for?” The voice sent chills down Al’s spine, even as its owner grasped his arm, pressing the knife in Alphonse’s hand to the robed figure’s ribs. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” The cloaked being hissed into his face, “To kill me, am I right? If you’re going to
FullMetal Alchemist - The fallen Gods Chp2.FullMetal Alchemist - The fallen Gods Chp2. by FerAdami
Chapter 2. Unexpected
It was a beautiful sunny day in Resembool. I sat in the station for at least thirty minutes and everything indicated the train that Alphonse caught should have been delayed for some reason, or I am too rough.
It already did a couple of years that I didn't go back to my home town, as didn't have much to do while waiting my brother I've decided to give a little walk. I loved seeing how the town hadn't changed a great deal during my journey to West, it was great rediscover some known people during my small walk by close proximity of the station. Fortunately I didn't expect much more, the train soon arrived and finally I have found my brother after two years.
As well as I, he was very happy to be back and had many stories and studies to tell me. Before we get back home, we decided to go to a florist buy flowers to leave on the tomb of our mother, after all today was her birthday.
On the way to the graveyard, Alphonse told me how Xing was a huge c
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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