|Ed At War Dribbles
Author: Nadreth PM
Bit's of story about Edward going to war as a dog of the military.Rated: Fiction M - English - Angst/Tragedy - Edward E. & Alphonse E. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 3,159 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 4 - Published: 07-12-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7171843
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A/N: All right - if you clicked on this by dribble I mean pieces of stories I drooled out and never finished because I lost inspiration...I'm posting them because I can, and if you hate never finished stories don't read this, if you want to steal ideas and write your own stuff based on this - go for it! Oooooh...and they're all angst ridden messes because writing happy things is hard.
I was eighteen the day I married Winry, my brother was all smiles his stiff uniform seeming out of place on his usually relaxed frame. Everyone always thought it would be Ed and Winry, but for some reason it ended up being me.
I was 19 and celebrating the birth of my first son Henry the day Ed told us he had to leave for Central to help stop an uprising against the State Alchemists. Winry begged him not to go, but he told us he would not be a deserter.
About a year later he returned for a brief visit, we'd heard the reports rebels being slaughtered in the streets, that they were no match for the State Achemists.
Ed was a changed man, rarely smiling and when he did it seemed forced, a haunted look constantly seemed to drift behind his eyes, he wouldn't tell us anything about what had happened. He said we were better off not knowing.
He was a Lieutenant Colonel now, a title he seemed to show no pride in. Winry fought with him a lot in the week he stayed with us, I think the Rebels reminded her too much of the Ishballens. That Ed was one of the soldiers out there cutting them down was too much for her to bare.
Ed went back anyways, he told me he'd signed with the army for life, not just until things got hard.
It was two long years before I heard from or saw my big brother again. And the way I saw him was not as I'd hoped. He had come with a troop of soldiers to search the town for Rebels. And they found them.
Winry unknown to me had been hiding a number of the families in a large barn on the outskirts of town.
And Ed easily figured out where they were. I watched as one tried to run and my brother, my wonderful big brother simply aimed a gun and shot the woman in the head.
I went to see him before he left, he was in a military command tent slumped in a chair, the air was thick with the smell of alcohol.
"I didn't think anyone would want to see me," his voice was empty of emotion.
"What happened to you," I spoke unsure of what else to say to this man I felt I barely knew anymore.
"Life I suppose," he muttered, "But that's not why you're here, don't worry I'm the only one who knows it was Winry, she will be left alone."
"You killed that woman, just like that." I snap my fingers tears welling in my eyes in spite of my efforts to stop them.
"Yes, I killed that woman and many others, men, women," Ed paused and looked up at me, "Even children."
I stare at him, and I find I'm unable to speak.
"Go back to your family little brother, forget I ever existed."