The Multiblood Alchemist

Saying Goodbye

       I blankly stare at myself in the body length mirror placed in my quarters. The person staring back wasn't me. I wouldn't be wearing a black lace dress that ended above my knees. I wouldn't be wearing makeup, and I wouldn't be alone.
     My vibrant auburn hair falls down my back in loose curls. A stray curl brushes against my well defined collarbone, and I swat it away. As I stare at this stranger in the mirror, a small knock comes from my door. I sigh as I turn around and walk to the door.
     For a moment, my hand hovers above the silver plated doorknob, hesitating to open it. I then grasp it, and gingerly turn it. On the other side of the door, Ed stands with his hand behind his head. "It's time to go," he mumbles. I purse my lips, and stare at my bare feet.

     "Aren't you going to put shoes on?" he asks. I look in the direction of a pair of glossy black heels.

"Yeah," I whisper as I walk towards the shoes. Hello, deathtraps, I bitterly think as I slip my feet into the uncomfortable shoes. When I settle into them, I look at the ground, which was two more inches away from me. Normally I would make a sarcastic remark to Ed about wearing them, but I don't feel like it.
      I turn around and take a wobbly first step. My ankles shudder as I try to take a second step, and I lurch forward with my arms pinwheeling. Back in Kanama, there were never any dresses or heels. Even if there were any, we could never afford them. When I was younger, I always wanted to wear heels and dress up, but now that I look back on it, I regret wanting to wear them.
      "You alright?" Ed questions from across the room. I can feel my face burn as I wobble even more.

"Nope," I respond. He sighs and walks towards me. When he gets near me, my face heats up even more, and I stop trying to walk. Ed gently holds my elbow, supporting me as I walk.
     It takes us nearly fifteen minutes to get past the front doors. When we go outside, my jaw drops. Lined up down the roads are sleek black military vehicles. Ed helps me down the stairs, and to the cars. An officer opens the door for us, and I can see that Al is already in the car.
     Ed gets in first, and I follow him. "Having regrets?" Ed inquires with a chuckle.

"You're the one who got in first," I growl. He laughs once more, and the driver starts the car up. We lurch forward slightly, and I look out the window as we slowly drive down the road. When we turn, both Ed and Al squish me against the window like a bug.
     We continue the long drive to Kanama, and my feet start to cramp in the heels. I quietly kick them off and slide them behind my crossed legs. Occasionally I can see Ed or Al give me a pitiful look out of my peripheral vision.
      The cobblestone street starts to fade away, and soon we're dumped onto a dirt road. What annoys me the most about the ride is not that I'm being crushed, but that it's taking so long to get there. My painted eyelids soon start to feel heavy, and I drift off to sleep.
       "Cassandra, wake up," says a familiar voice. I open my eyes slightly to see Mustang's form standing against the sunset. As I stir myself awake, I realize that he called me by my first name. I unbuckle, and step out, my bare feet touching the dirt. Home, I think. Some of the villagers gather in the doorways of their huts, watching the unfamiliar cars parked outside of their homes. Some recognize me, but they look away. To the village, my family and I were Satan himself.
         Mustang asks if I could lead the way, and I shuffle up the road. Something cold and wet nuzzles my hand, and I look down to see Assassin. "What are you doing?" I whisper. The Chimera continues to quietly trot beside me. I avert my gaze to the small cemetery ahead if me.
      Since not many people lived in Kanama, the cemetery was very small. Just a few crosses stuck in the ground. A freshly dug hole sits in the far corner of the plot of land for Mason. I step away as they carry his black casket with the military flag draped over it. A proper burial, I think. Everyone gathers around the hole, few crying.
      I feel numb as they shovel dirt over my brother. Ed sneaks up beside me as they continue to bury my brother. He gives my hand a small, reassuring squeeze as to say that I'm not alone. Yet, that's not how I feel. In fact, I've never felt so alone in my life.
     The sun sends a sliver of light over the slum, providing enough time and light to allow me to sit by Mason's grave. I lace my hands together and prop my elbows on my knees. I then press my forehead against my hands as I begin to talk.
       "It's been a good run, huh?" I silently ask the grave. "Yet, you had to get yourself killed, didn't you?" I ask, my voice rising. "You just had to leave me here! Alone, Mason! You were supposed to have my back, we were supposed to grow up together! We........ We were going to find Mom," I whisper after my outburst.
       "But now you left me with this huge responsibility of not only finding Mom, but having to kill the homunculi. Do you even know how it feels?! To have the only thing left in your life wither away in front of you so you can have a huge responsibility dumped onto your shoulders?! I'm only fifteen! I'm a kid, Mason, and you were too!" I bark, slamming my fist onto the ground next to me. My eyes burn, and I can feel warm tears running down my face. "You weren't supposed to leave me. Not yet," I whisper as I blink away the tears.

      "Cassandra," Ed murmurs. I remain focused on the dirt beneath me. "We have to go," he urges. I slowly stand up with my hands braced against my knees. "Goodbye, brother," I mutter to the grave as I face Ed, who won't even look me in the eye.
      "Why?" I croak as we walk back. Ed looks at me with a small 'hmm?' He opens the car door, and I notice that Al isn't in the car. Good, I think as I slide in. "Why aren't you looking at me? You used to actually look at my face! Now you just stare at your feet!" I point out. He doesn't respond, and I gaze out my window.
      "Because it hurts," he finally answers. I turn towards him, puzzled. "It hurts to see someone as defiant and proud as you be beaten down. It hurts me to see you like this, and I- I guess it's because-" he's cut off due to the fact that that a pair of two long spikes have pierced through our driver's skull.
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AN: Hey guys! I'm gonna need some advice here. I don't know how to do death scenes, so I need advice. I feel like this death sucked for such a major character, so please help. Also, I love comments and criticism. Please do so. And please vote guys! Byeeee!

AN 2: Sorry for doing this. I left this out. Anyway, how do you think this will go down? What was Ed going to say before he got cut off? Leave a comment with your opinion.