Poisonous Intentions

Chapter one

It hurts. It hurts! IT HURTS!!

Those were the thoughts completely possessing Edward's mind, and every time he thought those words they became more and more frantic.

IT HURTS!!! IT HURTS!!!!

Edward lay collapsed on the groud all alone His whole body was writhing in pain. He tried, without a positive outcome, to speak; no words escaped his dried and burning throat. Sweat was making its way in sheets down his forehead, slicking both Ed's face and hair in the hot, wet, and sticky liquid. His whole body felt like it was burning, but the burning sensation wasn't on Ed's skin. It was under it; he felt like he was being burned alive from the inside out.

Earlier that day

Edward laid in one of the two beds in his dorm room. He refused to open his tired eyes. He just wanted to melt into the bed and sleep forever.

"Brother," Alphonse began, starting to move towards Edward's bed, his armour body making a quiet clicking-clacking noise. "You should be getting up now. You can't forget you have an important meeting with Colonel Mustang."

Ed's eyes didn't open, but his mouth did. Foul words escaped in a long hateful stream all intended for the Colonel.

"Brother," Al began scornfully. "The Colonel has been helping us out in our search for the philosopher's stone. You should really be nicer to him."

"Uhrg," Ed groaned, finally opening his eyes. "Why should I be nicer to the Colonel B-"

"Brother," Alphonse squeaked cutting Edward off. Edward had always thought it as kind of funny that with Alphonse's giant body he still had a squeaky voice that really didn't seem to fit the bulky shape of his little brother.

"Fine," Edward said after some reluctance, pulling himself out of bed. "I will be a little nicer to that ba-"

"Brother!"

"Fine, I will be a little nicer to the Colonel."

Ed knew that, if Al's armor face could make expressions, the expression on Al's face would be that of approvment.

Edward was annoyed with the idea of being nice to Mustang, even if it is only a little. He balled his fists, shooing Alphonse out so that he could get dressed.

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Mustang sat at his desk a scowl set on his face as he looked at the file in front of him.

"That is what we pulled up about the Fullmetal alchemist's..." The General paused as he tried to find a word that fit. "...shenanigans," he finally said, looking at Mustang with an expression that told the Colonel that the man expected better of him.

Mustang sighed; he placed the file on his desk. The man in front of him was higher up in the ranks so he didn't have much of a choice. The General was immensely annoying. It was like he believed he was better, but Roy couldn't do anything about it so he just sat there. He sighed again after scanning the papers stacked on top of each other. "I will speak with fullmetal this afternoon. I have already aranged to meet with him, and will give him a warning."