He drew a sharp, distant breath. Frigid waves crashed against the rusting metal walls of the boat, jostling half of a twitch to come to life in the bloodied tips of his numb, exhausted fingers. A single set of scratch marks were embedded into the wooden floor that he was splayed lifelessly across in the dim, stale depths of the cargo space.
Somewhere beyond him, a horse bellowed shrilly in terror of the churning ocean; shadows danced across the ground, making monsters out of birds that skimmed through the unbroken sky just past the high-set circular windows that let in minimal light in segregated shafts.
There were real monsters nearby, though, made of the blackness that surrounded him; he could practically taste their heated breath as it billowed against his prominent cheekbones, tainted by cigarette smoke and poisoned by alcohol that was being consumed in excess.
They had thrown their humanity to the wind; he didn't need to see them to understand the truth.
author's note: I really wanted to write this, but I'm sick (and completely exhausted) so I kind of just said, "fuck it," and made the beginning of my first chapter into a prologue.
Think of it as a small preview, haha. I'm super excited to get more done when I'm feeling a bit better. :-)
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If Summer Never Comes
FanfictionLife is chaotic. Edward can't take care of himself; Roy is trying to be useful- and there's a creepy drug addict military officer stalking them at all times of the day. Alphonse doesn't think any of them will live to see summer, at this rate.
