Okay, for no reason at all I decided to write this so I could take a break from my novel without taking a break from writing in general, hehe. Yes, I know this plot is totally cliche, but that was the whole point, hehe. I study urban legends, and I always thought this one in particular was cool, so I decided to dramatize and FMAize it. Those of you who study urban legends as well will know exactly where this story is going from the first couple paragraphs, but hopefully you'll enjoy it anyway, hehe. The rest of you will probably have no clue what is happening, so you'll get the nice element of surprise, even though my plot is so unoriginal. ((laughs))
Anyway, hope you enjoy, cliche and all, hehe.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal I own Alchemist don't. Make sense out of that if you will.
Mary Lee ground her teeth as she peered through the windshield at the road. On a night like tonight, the darkness was so thick that it was like she was moving through a homogenous substance, and her headlights didn't want to work properly when the darkness was not staying within its own confines. That was something that got annoyed her every time she went down this road on such a night. There was no moon, no stars, and it was starting to rain, but she needed to get home. If only she hadn't had to take that last call at the clinic for an emergency patient, she wouldn't have had to go down this street after dark. A nurse's life really sucked sometimes.
Her eyes snapped wide open as a figure appeared in her light beam, and she jammed her break pedal into the floor, but it was a moment too late, and she heard and felt a strong "Oof!" on the hood of her car. Oh no, oh no...she hadn't just hit somebody, there was no way that a nurse could hit somebody with their car!
Without thinking, she threw open her door and was out of the car to inspect whatever she had hit. She hoped it had just been a deer and not a human being. Please don't let it be a human being. She took a deep breath and ventured toward the front of her car and looked down at the ground, and her face turned white. A boy with long blond hair, he looked no older than about twelve or thirteen, lay unconscious on the road.
Mary waved her hands in a panic, her nurse's training not coming to mind during this critical moment. She had hit somebody, and she was going to be in so much trouble. She had to calm down. She could only help the poor boy if she didn't get frantic about it. She took another deep breath and closed her eyes as she pressed her hand over her forehead and thought. If he was unconscious, she needed to avoid moving the person and just call for help. She grit her teeth as she realized that would be impossible, because the stretch of Highway 41 they were on was in the middle of nowhere, and her cell phone had been forgotten at work. What a time to be careless. She rolled her eyes and looked for another option.
She sighed. The only other option was to put the boy in her car and take him to the hospital herself. She was a nurse, so she could provide first aid without a problem. She could even recognize problems that basic first aid wouldn't cover and help the doctor once she arrived, but her assistance wouldn't be as good as what an ambulance could provide. All the same, it was her best option, her only option, so she reached down and gently picked the boy up and began to walk back to her car.
In the few steps to her car, the boy opened his eyes and looked at her. "What happened?"
Mary breathed an audible sigh of relief, though her fears were far from gone. "I'm afraid I hit you with my car. Don't worry, I'll take you to the hospital and they'll get you all fixed up."
The boy moaned. "No...want to go home."
Mary frowned. This boy needed help, but she didn't want to deny him of seeing his family either. Could she reconcile the two needs? Maybe his home was nearby and his family had a phone, which would allow him to ride in an ambulance to the hospital instead of in her car.
"Where is your home?" she asked.
"Just a mile up the road."
Mary nodded and promised she'd take him home so she could call for proper help from there, then she set him in the back seat and buckled him in before getting back in her seat.
She gripped the steering wheel harder than necessary. That boy must have been going into shock, he was so cold. He needed help now. She hoped taking him home was the right choice, and that he could get help sooner if she did. If only she didn't live out in the boondocks, this situation wouldn't be so difficult.
She set the car in motion and again squinted to see ahead of her. The nighttime thickness hadn't changed at all, and she was now paranoid about hitting random kids in the street. She knew she had to drive faster for this boy's sake, but she didn't want to risk anyone else's lives either. It was a paradox.
Mary turned around and looked at the boy in the back seat. He was still conscious and was doing fine for the most part, despite having been hit by a car. She should take advantage of his current state to get as much information as she could, since he might not be conscious later when she needed that information. "Um, son," she said, "would you mind telling me your name?"
A one word answer. He didn't seem very talkative, but at least he had answered without a fuss. "How old are you, Edward?"
Mary nodded and licked her lips, not sure what else to say. He wasn't keeping information from her, but he wasn't volunteering it either, and that did make her job a bit more challenging. "Um...okay, Edward, what were you doing out in the street?"
"I don't know."
She pursed her lips. This was getting them nowhere, but at least the boy was still conscious, and they were near his home, so he would be able to get help soon.
"Edward, where exactly do you live?"
"The next house to the right."
She nodded her affirmation and made the appropriate lane change so she could turn as soon as she found a driveway. Sure enough, a driveway appeared in her field of vision, and she turned off the road onto the gravel driveway and drove toward a house she could not see off in the distance. That was such an odd thing about country houses, they were often built away from the road and had long driveways. She hadn't lived in the country for long, so it still seemed strange to her.
Finally the house came into view, and she stopped the car and turned to help Edward out, but he had already unbuckled himself and was out the door, running toward the house without even a word of thanks. She sighed and rolled her eyes. Maybe she could give him a bit of leeway in the politeness department when he had just gotten hit by a car and had probably sustained a concussion, but she still needed to call for help.
"Wait," she said, "May I use your phone?"
Edward stopped, turned to face her, and said, "Sorry, we don't have a phone."
Mary sighed and gripped her steering wheel again. If they didn't have a phone, then she would go to the next door neighbor's and borrow theirs. That boy needed help, even though he was managing quite well under the circumstances. One never knew if there would be complications.
As she began to pull out of the driveway, she saw Edward draw the curtains back on the window in the front of the house, and she could see into the dining room. He took off the red coat he had been wearing and placed it on the dining room chair just before pulling the chair out and sitting down in it and resting his forehead on the table. The poor guy was exhausted from the whole ordeal. She would get help as soon as possible.
A moment later, she was out of the long driveway and back on the main street looking for the next driveway so she could use neighbor's phone. Soon, she saw one and pulled into it. As soon as she stopped, she sprang out of her car and ran to the front door and pounded on it until someone answered.
She found herself staring at a rather large middle aged man who looked nonplussed at having had his sleep disturbed, but she wasn't about to let that deter her when there a life was at stake. "I'm sorry," she said, "But may I please borrow your phone? I just hit the boy next door with my car, and I need to call for an ambulance."
The man narrowed his eyes and glared at her. "What are you talking about?"
Mary threw her arms out in front of her. "What do you think I'm talking about? There's a boy next door who is in serious need of medical treatment, but I don't have a phone and neither does he. Please, may I use your phone?"
The man shook his head. "You're lying. My neighbor is a gray-haired old widow who has no children living with her." The man gestured toward the neighbor's house on the other side of his property, and Mary rolled her eyes.
"Not that one, the other one." She pointed toward the right. "The one who lives over there has a child living with them who is in serious need of help."
By this point, the man looked incredulous. "What are you on, ma'am? That house burned down fifty years ago!"
Mary's eyes grew wide at that statement, but she didn't believe a word of it. She knew what she had seen. "That's not true! I just picked the boy up and delivered him there!"
The man stepped outside of his house. "Show me."
"But what about your phone?"
"Show me first," he said, "If what you say is true, I'll let you use my phone."
"But the boy-"
He narrowed his eyes and looked at her sternly. "Show me." Mary swallowed and obeyed.
The two climbed into her car and she pulled back out onto the road, once again found the boy's driveway and drove all the way up to the house. As soon as she reached it, however, she didn't bother to even turn off the car as she bolted out of it and ran up to the house, or what was left of it. The place was in ruins. It appeared as though the house had taken a bout of flames sometime in the past, and it hadn't been recent. She grabbed a board that stuck up toward her and felt it give in her hand, a sign of severe weather wear. Upon releasing it, she felt the grit of ash clinging to her hand.
"I—I don't understand. What happened?"
The man cleared his throat and stepped up beside her. "Like I said, ma'am, this place has been like this for the past fifty years. This is where the Elric brothers used to live, and they burned it down on their own accord."
Mary didn't respond to that. She didn't know what to say, and she grasped at the piece of charred wood once again. "Is it possible that any of their kids are still around?"
The man shook his head. "No, ma'am. They all died off one by one, the last one somewhere around here. Edward, I think it was."
Mary tensed at the name. That was what the boy had identified himself as, and now it had been confirmed that there had indeed been an Edward who had lived here, but that had been long ago, and she had seen this Edward just tonight. What was going on?
"Edward..." she said, "That...That's the name the boy gave me."
The man paused in his speech, and this made Mary nervous. Did he think she was crazy? Even she wondered that now, so she couldn't blame him if he thought that. Things like this didn't happen to sane people.
"Did he...have a red coat?"
Mary blinked and looked up at the man, and her jaw hung open. "Y-Yes he did...what does that mean?"
The man closed his eyes and sighed. "Edward Elric was killed on this very street many years ago, and on nights like this, many drivers have reported finding him and him asking them to take him home."
Her eyes widened as she stared at the man. Surely he hadn't just said that. She had not just seen and helped a dead person! "I—I don't even believe in ghosts."
The man shrugged. "It seems he believed in you." The man then pointed to something illuminated by the car's headlights, and Mary's curiosity piqued as she walked toward it. She crawled over the ruins of the house to find a single chair beside a dining table. She gulped as she stared at the sight before her. Hung over the back of the chair was a bright red coat.
Okay, hehe, I'm probably going to start writing more of these for my off days when I can't work on my novel since I really love ghost stories. Are there any requests? I'd be happy to fill them if I get enough inspiration to go along with it. Let me know what you think, and see you next time!