His Soul (A FullMetal Alchemist Fanfiction)

Ch. 1~ Last Day of School

Ch. 1~Last day of school

I walked past houses and shops. I lived in a small town that we really only have two department stores, a theater, a small book store, a library, a bank, a grocery, a hospital, and a population of 350. The nearest city is about a few hours away. Houses soon became fewer. I lived in a less populated area. On my left, acres and acres of farmland. And on my right were a few houses. Multiple people owned the farmland and a lot of us help work on it. My Dad helps with the Plow and fix broken machines. My Mom left us a year ago. My Dad hurt after that but we're getting along fine.

I turned the corner onto my street, music blasting in my ears, and saw a boy lying face down in the middle of the road. I stopped and stared. I was only a few feet from my house and he was in front of my driveway.

"You're lucky not many cars drive on this road" I called. It's true that not many cars drive on this road, maybe a car an hour, but around the holidays we get traffic. The boy didn't move an inch. I moved until I was standing over him. He had bright blond hair that was tied back in a loose braid. I poked him in his left side with my shoe. When I pulled my shoe away, I saw the end was covered with blood. I gasped and covered my mouth.

"Whoa Dude, are you even alive?!" I knelt down and checked for a pulse on his left hand.

Thump...Thump...Thump...

It was weak but he was still alive. He was losing a lot of blood from his side. I lifted the arm I was holding over my hand and lifted him off the ground. His head hung as I got him into the air. I soon saw his labored breathing. I thanked God that today was the last day of school because all I had in my backpack was notebooks and a binder. I turned and started up the long driveway to my house. The only sound was his shoes being dragged on the gravel and the gravel being crushed under mine.

When I reached the front door, I had a bit of trouble unlocking it. I drop the arm around my neck, unhook the keys from my belt-loop, and unlocked the door. I stumbled through it. Kicking the door shut, I hurried the boy to the couch to get his wounds bandaged. I threw my backpack onto the floor and ran into the hall for the First-Aid kit. We kept it in the easiest place to find it because my Dad sometimes came home with scratches or burns. I also found some towels and rushed out to the boy. I sat on the coffee table in front of him and pulled out the disinfectant. I placed my finger under his and lifted his face. I gasped and dropped his head. Was who I thought he was? I pulled his right arm out of the ripped sleeve and gasped again. It was made of metal. I felt my eyes widen. Snap out of it, Fayth, no need to jump to conclusions! He'll bleed to death with that side wound. I lifted his head and disinfected the cut over his left eye and under his right eye. Those two would heal within a few days but the one on his side would take a lot longer. Luckily, it didn't need stitches. I pulled off what was left of shirt and wiped away the blood. How did he get all these cuts? When the cut on his waist was clean, I place the biggest piece of padding I could find on it and taped it on with medical tape. I than wrapped gaze around it. When the gaze was secured, I proceeded to find two band-aids. Okay, I found disinfectant, gaze, padding, medical tape, and rubbing alcohol but no band-aids?! I sighed and improvised with the padding and tape. When I was done playing Doctor, I laid him on his back and went to clean up. I picked the First-Aid kit up and returned it to the hallway closet and marched up the stairs to the bathroom. As I stared into the mirror, I saw the right side of my shirt was stained with blood.

"There goes this shirt," I muttered as I stared at the stain. I took of the light blue shirt and tossed into the trash. After washing my hands, I quickly ran across the hall and into my room. I pulled a white tank top from my dresser and pulled it over my head. Since I was changing, I just changed into gray sweatpants and light purple fuzzy sock. I out of my room and saw the boy was still out of it. How was I going to explain this to my Dad?

Oh hi, Dad, I found a total stranger in front of the driveway on my way home and brought him inside.

I sighed and walked into the dinning room and sat in one of the chairs and waited for either the boy to wake or for my dad to get home.

I must've fallen asleep because the next thing I knew was my Father was waking me up.

"Fayth, I thought I told you no friends over when I'm not home" I heard his voice whisper in my ear. I stretched and muttered, "He's not a friend. He was badly injured and I brought him home to fix him up," I said as innocently as I could when I was half asleep.

"So you found a random kid in the street and brought him home?" he asked to make sure he was right. I nodded sheepishly. He sighed and rubbed his large hand across his face.

"Do you think he can be trusted?" he asked while looking at the boy.

"I think, I've never seen him at school" I confessed.

"I just hope you're right" Dad said while staring at the boy.

Hours past. I made my Dad and myself dinner, washed the dishes, and finish Of Mice and Men. Don't believe the TV when they mention or show that book, it's about 107 pages long! Before long, it was getting late.

"Are you sure you want to stay up alone with him" Dad had asked just before going up to his bedroom. I nodded.

"I can protect myself, Dad! And besides, I know where the pepper spray is" I told him. He laughed and headed up to his room. I sighed and settled into the old recliner and waited for him to wake.

I think it was almost midnight by the time the boy woke up.

"Where am I?" he groaned. I was standing over him when he gasped at the sight of me.

"Who the Hell are you?" he asked kind of rudely.

"I'd like to ask you the same question" I countered.

"I asked first" I rolled my eyes.

"Don't be a child"

"I'm not a child," he muttered.

"Then why you acting like one?" I asked. He snapped his eyes at me and glared. All I could was laugh. I fell over laughing. When I stopped, I cleared my throat and asked again. He sat up and I could see the pain on his face and the hear pain in his voice as he sat up.

"What's your name?" he sighed.

"I'm Edward Elric"

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Hi, this is my first FMA fanfiction and I just recently finish BROTHERHOOD!!!!!! So the Edward in this is from BROTHERHOOD not the 2003 Anime!

Oh, and the picture on the side was just something that I thought was

A) Perfect for this story

And

B) For the Team Edward Elric fans :)

Thanks for reading!!