Author: Gemma-Rose-628 PM
A collection of dream/nightmare sequences for various FMA characters. T for death, mostly.Rated: Fiction T - English - Horror/Angst - Chapters: 5 - Words: 4,100 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 06-17-10 - Published: 04-23-10 - Status: Complete - id: 5918017
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
For: Voilence/Gore, Character Death
Disclaimer: FMA belongs to Hiromu Arakawa
I'm standing in a rather plain room with Al, who is putting a pile of folded clothes on a chair. "You do realize that you should already be out there, don't you?" I nod, mouth too dry to answer with words. He sighs, "I'lll give you some privacy, I have to go change too. But if I come back and you're not ready, I'll have to get teacher to beat you again." He leaves and heads down the hall, and I lock the door behind him, just to be safe.
The suit is a perfect fit, which it should be since I had to stand in that stupid shop for hours to get measured for it. But the stupid tie, I have no freaking idea how to tie it. The last time I wore one I was only 5, and that was a clip on. I swear under my breath and begin untangle the knot when there's a knock on the door. I unlock it and it swings towards me. The girl, no, the woman in front of me look surprised, her long hair hanging loose down her back and her face uncharacteristically bearing makeup. Her usual oil stained worksuit is gone, and in its place she wears a floor length white dress. "Oh, Ed. This isn't good."
Unthinkingly, I take her hands in mine. "Winry, what are you talking about?"
She blushes under the makeup, "You're not supposed to see..."
I grin, she's so easy to be around. "Hey, that's just a silly old superstition. Nothing bad is going to happen just because I saw the dress a little early." She smiles up at me, and we both lean a little closer to each other. Just as we're about to kiss, I hear a familiar voice from down the hall. I spin her around and whisper, "Hide."
She nods, and stands behind the door, pressed against the wall as a tropical plant walks into the room. He slams the door behind him and locks it blindly, "Hiya shorty." I bristle at the jibe and he smirks, "What's the matter short stuff? Cat got your tongue?"
"I'm not short!" My comeback is accompanied by a punch to his face, and he stumble backwards with the force of it. Winry, silent this whole time, squeaks as he bumps into her, and I stiffen up. One of Envy's hands turns into a blade, and with the other one he grabs her by the hair. His bladed hand goes to her throat, "If you move, she dies."
I decide to try and bluff our way out. "I don't care."
His smirk grows wider, distorting his face as he slides his arm a little. A thin red line appears on her neck, and a strangled noise comes from her throat. "Really? So you won't mind it when I slit her throat." I narrow my eyes and take a few steps forward, putting him almost in my strike range. "Nice! I can finally kill somebody!"
His arm moves more, and Winry's dress begins to turn crimson. "Ed..."
I freeze, realizing that he's actually going to go through with it. He laughs, "All the color just drained from your face! I love it!"
I feel a little bit lightheaded, and as a tear traces its way down Winry's cheek, my knees buckle. "Please… Don't… Not her… Please not her…"
Envy's smirk grows, and he draws his arm swiftly across the front of her neck. He lets go of her hair, and she crumples to the ground. As the door closes behind him I un-freeze, reaching her side with the speed of greased lightning. I place her head on my folded knees, and hold her hand with my right, using the other to smooth hair off of her face. "
Winry… Winry, Winry you can't die. Not now."
I futilely attempt to stop the bleeding, but Envy cut a major vein, and I can only prolong her life by a few minutes at most. "E…d…"
She has trouble even saying my single syllable name. "Winry, don't. Don't talk. Please."
Her eyes focus on me slowly, and I choke back a sob. "I'm here, Winry. You're safe. Hang on. I'm going to
get you out of here..."
"Don't talk, just stay with me Winry. I'm going to make you better. Everything's going to be fine."
"Ed... I... I lo... I love..." Her hand falls limp in mine, and I can no longer feel a pulse under the fingers holding closed the wicked gash.
"Winry! Winry!" As gently as possible I pull her up to sit on my lap. She lays limply against me, and her head falls backwards to rest on my shoulder. The awkward angle exposes her neck, crimson from the cut that ended her life. "Winry, Winry!" My cries ring through the building, and I begin to sob, tears pouring uncontrollably down my face. "Winry, Winry, I love you."
I turn over, trying to get comfortable on the rough palm fronds we've laid out as beds. Ed is sound asleep a few yards away on his own pile, and he smiles, twitching in his sleep and muttering what sounds suspiciously like 'Winry'. He mutters some more, and then the smile disappears. A minute later, his face contorts in agony and sorrow. "Please… Don't… Not her… Please not her…"
The pain that's on his face seems to be etched there, and he continues to talk to the air, trapped in his nightmare. "Winry… you can't die. Not now."
I sit up, what's he seeing? "Winry, don't. Don't talk. Please." I want to wake him up, but I read somewhere that you shouldn't wake someone when they're in the middle of a nightmare. Or was that when they're sleepwalking? "I'm here, Winry. You're safe..."
If anything, now I'm even more concerned. Even when I was awake all night, every night, I never heard him talk in his sleep. "Don't talk, just stay with me Winry... Everything's going to be fine."
"Winry, Winry! Winry! Winry!" I realize that there are tears pouring down his face, and his voice is softer as he says "Winry, I love you."
"Brother? Are you alright?"
"Yeah Al, I'm fine."
But his voice is thick with tears, and I know him well enough to know when he's hurting. "Brother, you were talking in your sleep."
"Huh? Really? What did I say?"
"Mostly you just said Winry's name a lot. But you sounded pretty scared. And at one point you said 'you can't die'."
"It was nothing Al, just a bad dream."
"Brother, I know when you're lying."
He sighs, knowing from seventeen years of experience that I can be as stubborn as a mule when I want to be. "I saw her Al, in a white dress."
I blink, "You mean her wedding dress?"
He smiles, "Yeah, and her hair was down. And you know what? You had to threaten me with a beating from Teacher to get me into my suit."
I chuckle, envisioning the scene. "Yeah, I'll have to won't I?"
He nods, "Yeah, but Envy showed up." His voice sounds like he's about to cry again, "He slit her throat Al. He slit her throat and she died in my arms."
And then he does start crying, sobs shaking his entire frame. The tears begin to soak his clothes, and I hesitantly scoot over to pat him on the back. "It was just a dream brother. Just a dream."