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Remember Me

An eighteen-year-old Alphonse Elric found himself in the middle of a grass field. It was late at night and a sapphire sky blended perfectly with the jade grass. It must be a dream; it has to be. If he was in Resembool, he would be able to see the town, the river, a trail, or something.

He had a sickening feeling. This cannot be good. Alphonse started to search the grass field for anyone. Hopefully Winry or Mustang, which means that this is not a nightmare. His heart sank when he spotted a mixture of red and gold, a red coat with the flamel symbol and a golden braid. There is only one person who matches that description.

"Brother!" Alphonse called him as loud as he could. He would not help feeling excited seeing Edward.

The small boy slowly turned around to reveal a dead amber stare. His face was expressionless. The boy tried to breathe out something, but had trouble forming the words.

Alphonse knew this was a dream. Edward looked like he has not aged at all. This was a trick. He could not help himself. He owed his brother his life. Seeing him struggle was something that he could not bear. He ran towards him, arms stretched out so he could hold him again. It's been so long since he gave him a hug.

Edward started to tremble when Alphonse approached him. The scenery darkened to a black bliss. Al's sickening feeling worsened, but he tried his best not to let it show on his face. Edward looked up at Al's tall stature and finally whispered in a shaky voice, help.

Before Alphonse could respond, his brother was violently pulled into the shadows by an unknown presence. Alphonse's eyes widened with pain and desperation. He sharply inhaled and screamed as loud as he could, "Edward!"

Al found himself sitting up in a bed drenched with sweat. It has been a little over a year since Edward disappeared and everyone feared the worst. Alphonse believed he is still alive, somewhere. Dreams like those made him fear that Edward is trapped somewhere helpless, scared, and need him. The nationwide manhunt had no luck. Al joined the military just to help them search. All of this effort, and still nothing.

He is currently in Resembool, because Winry begged him to come and visit. It was extremely hard on her when Pinako passed. She became lonely wondering around in the big house by herself.

It was hard for Alphonse to sleep there. He used to share this room with Edward. He rose from his bed and quickly fled the house. He needed fresh air. Al did not check if he woke Winry up or not. He wanted to avoid this conversation. It made him cry. The cool night air can prevent that.

Alphonse absentmindedly started to walk down the dirt trail. He did not have a destination. He needed to clear his mind and let the cool air hit his face. He stared at his feet and watched them move one at a time. He did not want to look at the remains of his childhood home. He heard soft footsteps coming from that direction. He glanced up and froze when he saw long gold hair. It was not in a braid and there wasn't a red coat, but that could only be one person.

Fearing he was in another dream, he started to creep closer to the short blond. He saw red tattoos covered the boy's arms and legs. His outfit was nearly identical to Envy's. The blond slowly turned to reveal dead gold eyes. At that moment, Alphonse noticed the Ouroboros tattoo on the blond's shoulder.

Alphonse stopped breathing. He felt lightheaded as he examined the new homunculus. It started to back away cautiously, not sure what to do. Rage grew inside Alphonse. It's Edward. His brother, his only family, is a homunculus now. They took him and turned him into a monster. Edward wouldn't want this. That is why he asked for help in his dream. He needs to be liberated so he can finally rest. Ed deserves that much.

Hot tears strode down Al's cheeks. He clenched his fists in anger and growled as blood filled his head. The homunculus summoned a large scythe, aware of the pending danger.

Alphonse charged at the homunculus in blind rage, dodging every attack from the scythe. The homunculus is very inexperienced, because he lost his memory. It did not take long for Alphonse to get the scythe away from the blond. With a quick clap, Alphonse trapped the homunculus in a pair of stone hands.

The blond homunculus struggled to break free. A strained animalistic wail rang in Alphonse's ears. It was not human anymore. It was an abomination. It should not have been born.

Alphonse was in blind with rage as picked up the scythe. His eyes were red from crying two rivers of tears. His jaw was clenched tight and he was sucking in hard breathes for oxygen. He walked over to the trapped homunculus with the scythe in both hands. The homunculus stopped screaming and struggling, he glared at his attacker.

Alphonse stood in front of his prey to slay it. He lifted the scythe ready to strike. Al saw his face and rotated the scythe with his wrist. Then he stroke Edward on the head with the back of the scythe, leaving him unconscious.

Alphonse dropped the weapon as soon as he used it. He clapped his hands again and released the homunculus. It flopped to the grass, semi-dead. Al walked over to it and gathered it up in his arms. He held it tight as his tears started to sprinkle in the gold hair.

The look it gave Alphonse before he hit it, it was the look of pure hatred. Al knew that look, it was his brother's. This thing is his brother. Al's sobs grew louder. He finally found his brother.