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The blond's legs gave way underneath him, making him crumple to the ground. Grains of gravel dug into his right knee, the fabric of his pant leg providing little defence, but he ignored the small discomfort.
His eyes were fixated on his surroundings.
Unfamiliar roads and grassy hills, taller, pointier trees with leaves that looked wrong; a touch too dark in colour, with a rounder leaf shape. The sky was a bright blue, but even that colour was off — more lighter, and softer.
The air was fresh, crisp, and the area almost reminded Edward of Resembool with its rolling hills and clean ambience. Yet the grass was thicker, clumped and longer, it's hue lighter.
He didn't know where he was.
A blink, or so it had seemed, and he'd gone from a cold quiet city centre, piles of empty bodies littered around, devoid of souls within them — which had been tossed aside carelessly by Father after he'd ripped their soul from their bodies — to . . . here.
The blond felt numb, dazed, lost.
He didn't understand—
( Where— What— Why— ? )
Everything was quiet. Not even the wind whistled as it ruffled through his hair, smelling different, oh so different to home.
In his momentary pause, however, millions and thousands and hundreds of voices suddenly erupted through his mind; a deafening crescendo in his head.
'' No stop ! Please ! ''
'' It hurts ! It hurts ! ''
'' —llmetal , Fullmetal , can you hear me ? Can you— ''
'' —ther !! Brother please !! You have to listen to the Col— ''
'' Mommy ? Where's my mommy ? Mommy— ! ''
'' Where am I ? Where am I ? Where am— ''
'' —hear us ? Fullmetal you need to move , you can't just stay— ''
'' Save me ! Please save me ! ''
'' God ? Where are you ? Please , God save me ! ''
The blond screamed into the dirt, his mind reeling from all the voices. He couldn't tell where he was, what was up and what was down.
Hell, he couldn't remember who he was, emotions tearing through his mind as he was flung from memory to memory; be was an old man, praying at the church; he was a pregnant woman; he was a beggar on the streets; he was a soldier, who had tried to serve Amestris to protect their borders; he was—
'' Hello ? Little brother ? Where am I ? '' A young, female voice asked, somehow quieting the torrent of human despair that echoed hollowly within the blond's mind.
"Huh?" The blond said back, aloud, confusion bleeding through his his tone. "Is that—" His heart clenched as a small cry of horror left his lips.
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