Sacrifice [Edward Elric x Reader]

chapter 5

"I'm baaack!" You sing cheerfully when you reach your hotel room. Ed steps in after you, pulling his boots off.

You take off your (shoe/choice) and frown. "Where's Al?"

Ed looks around. "I don't know, I left him a note in our room. I'll go check."

You nod. "I'll go check in my room."

Hanging on to your food, you quietly step into the hallway leading to your room and open the door on the right. Your eyes widen and you make an inaudible squeak. The food drops from your hand as you stare at the scene. The lamp and telephone that used to be on the desk were both shattered on the floor. Your bed sheets were on the ground, and the window was open, curtains flying. But that wasn't what scared you.

On the marble ground were puddles of blood, smeared all over the place. Your bed sheets were stained almost red, and a trail of blood led to the window, where bloody handprints the size if Al's hands crawled up the wall and stained the window sill and curtains. The room reeked of the iron of blood. You drop to your knees loudly, eyes glued to the knife on the window sill.

"Ed..." You whisper hoarsely, as if you lost your voice. "Edward... Come here."

A few seconds later, the pounding of Ed's feet stop as he stops behind you and surveys the scene. "What did-" He gasps.

"Ed... What is this?" You say.

Ed walks down the room, ignoring the puddles of red on the floor, and stops at the window rigidly.

"A-Al." He stutters quietly.

You pull your self up and lock your knees to keep them from wobbling. Avoiding the blood, you step up to the window and look down at the ground. "Look."

Ed follows your finger, and on the ground, three stories below, there is a huge blood stain and a smeared path leading off to the left, into an alleyway. "Al's down there." You say.

Without warning, Ed takes off running and you stare after him. "Wait...."

I could jump down safely by creating ledges for me to jump on. It's faster. You think. The front door to your hotel room slams close.

Resisting your gag reflex, you press your right hand in one of the puddles of blood and shakily walk back to the window sill. Clapping your hands together, you attempt to create small ledges for you to jump on. Nothing happens. You wince. You were going to have to draw your own blood.

Pulling out the dull knife from your pocket. You brace yourself and drag the blade down your forearm. The harder the alchemy, the more blood is required. The blood produces the energy needed for the alchemical transmutation.

You flinch at the pain, clenching your teeth and curling up your toes. Letting the blood drip into your right hand, you clap your two hands together and focus on rearranging the atoms in the wall. A bright purple flash, and suddenly, everything was as you imagined. Pushing your hair out of your face, you jump out the window, hopping from ledge to ledge until you reach the ground.

Outside, your weather examination was a success and you see drops of rain beginning to fall. You examine the blood and notice that it leads into a very dark alleyway. You still follow the path. Taking step after step, you follow the smear of blood and imagine how Al would've felt and what happened to him. Was he attacked by the man from yesterday? Or was he shot by a skilled guns man and pushed out the window? You turn to the left. On the walls were bloody handprints that looked like a stamp that ran out of ink. By then, the rain was already falling pretty heavily.

You continue walking. Turning again to the left, you suddenly hear footprints behind you, and using your still bleeding arm, transmit your automail arm into a blade. You hold the blade out in front of you.