Hey, all! I'm back! Now that I've finished 'Too Much Too Feel' I am writing an alternate story line... split thing... From chapter 7 of TMTF. I am re-writing these chapters due to my style change. I'll also be re-writing the first few chapters of TMTF due to my style changing and my shit grammar and such from when I started XD

Enjoy! XD

Chapter 1- Alone with Pain

(Ed's POV)

Day 1

His head throbbed, his heart beat rattling through his head.

"BROTHER! BROTHER!"

Damn Al was loud... Really loud...

"Come back! BROTHER!"

Why was he yelling? Where was he going? All questions that just wondered out of Ed's head as he blacked out.

He was cold. Very cold. The first thing drifting into Ed's head as he came out of his black abyss of his mind.

Then his mind court up to his current position. His eyes shot open and he shot up from his spot on the floor.

But he quickly fell down for three reasons.

One, his throbbing, spinning head.

Two, no automail arm.

And three, he was chained to the wall behind him.

"Ouch," Ed muttered as he used the wall as support to lift himself up in the dark.

He heard advancing footsteps as the lights flicked on, blinding him momentarily.

"You're up... my boy." Ed squinted and saw a man just out of his reach, a good move on his behalf. A thin man, only a stick with a large brown coat on.

The thought of nothing inside of something large took his mind to his brother.

"Where's Al! If you've even touched a-" his rant interrupted by the man putting his hand on the wall above Ed, blue sparks reaching his chains, sending a wave of white pain into Ed's wrist, ankle and ports.

"Now, now. No need to interrupt me." The man speaking slowly and calmly, "Now, what's our name my boy?"

Ed glared at the man with disgust, he didn't have any intention of speaking to the man. Ed tensing as the man placed his hand on the wall and white pain shooting into his ports.

"Answer me, my boy, when I speak to you." The man's volume increasing slightly.

Ed still giving no response. Receiving more pain into his now shaking body. Ed's chest tightening with the pain, his breathing heavy, echoing off the empty walls of the room.

"If you answer my questions," The man knelt to his eye level on the ground, "I may just answer some of yours, my boy."

Ed hesitated for a moment and drew up his calculations. Deciding his best option was to answer the questions that didn't incriminate him or the military. "Ed..." he muttered.

"See." The man stood, "That wasn't that hard t all was it? You are a slow learner..." He muttered, "Now, Eddie boy, you're a lucky one. You've been assigned to me." The man pointing to himself. Ed realising that the man words were linked with actions of some type, his hands flinging in random directions with every word. "Now, like I said, when you answer one of my questions, I'll answer one of yours and then no one gets hurt." Pointing at Ed, "And by no one I mean you. Noe my name, Eddie boy. Call me Joe. Now for the real questions..." He pulled out a slip of paper and placed a pair of glasses on his nose. "Let us begin, Eddie boy."

"I have a question..." Ed trailing off as Joe came close to his face. He leant back only to make contact with the floor. He wasn't sure what Joe was doing and he wasn't liking the invasion of his personal space. Joe moved away and went to what Ed was sure was a table in the back corner of the room, too dark to be sure.

"First, you need to rest. You really put up a fight..." Trailing off as he turned around with a needle in hand.

"No-no-no! Wait-wait-wait-wait! No way! Get that away from me!" Ed proclaimed as Joe progressed closer to him. Joe pinning Ed to the floor as he struggled from his surprisingly strong grip.

And Joe was correct in the statement of him needing rest. His body not functioning as it really should have been. The needle entered his skin and Ed kicked his legs as the man jumped off him.

"Sure are a fighter, Eddie my boy. Rest..." Ed not catching the last of his words as the drug filtered through his system. His world going black as he was forced into rest

(Roy's POV)

Roy leapt into his car. Eager to leave the office. Very pleased with himself as it was paperwork free and one cannot argue with his subordinary, Hawkeye, who had a gun.

You just can't say no to that women. She's a nanny with a gun. And you're the kid with his hand in a cookie jar.

Roy driving along, his eyes drifting off the road onto three men shooting guns as they pursued Alphonse. Tattoos, gloves, chalk and guns with each man.

"Al!" Roy yelled as he pulled the car beside Al, signally him to get in as he ran beside

"Colonel! HELP! Brother!" His voice being cut off by the pings of bullets to metal. The door flying opening and the armour swinging his large body into the car, the car tilting under his weight. Roy increasing his speed as they escaped from the frantic men.

"Al. Who the hell were they!" Roy looking at Al through the mirror. "Al? What's wrong? Where's Fullmetal?" The armour was shuttering and was blabbering instead of producing words. "Calm down, Alphonse. Just tell me what happened. We can figure this out."

"They... Brother... they... I couldn't... " Al mumbled and slurred together in panic

"Calm down. Slowly."

"They took, Brother! Knocked him out! I couldn't do anything! They were fighting me as well!" His voice going up an octave, "I don't know where they took him! What if they..." Panic invading Al once more. "I don't know what to do!"

"Look, let's go back to HQ. We'll figure out what happened and we'll find, Fullmetal. Okay?"

Al just mumbling in agreement as he looked out the window with worry.

(Al's POV)

Al followed behind Roy as they frantically burst into his office.

"I told you to go home, Sir!" Hawkeye wailed as she pulled her gun on Roy.

Al began to panic as he tried to explain the situation. "Wait. He-Brother-guna-men..." He just spat a bunch of words with no meaning in hope to help.

"Team! Almost over an hour ago, Fullmetal was kidnapped by unknown perpetrates!" Al sighing as he became hopeless and left Roy to take over.

Without a second word, movement began around the office. Hawkeye approached Al instantly and started asking him questions, "Was Ed with you when he was taken? How many men were there? Where did they go? Can you describe any of them?"

Al stuttered once more, Riza trying to calm him down, he knew panicking wouldn't help his brother. "Yeah, I was with Brother. I think there were six... Maybe eight. I wasn't sure where they went... I'm sorry."

"Try remember please." She said kindly.

"East. I'm sure they went towards the outside of the city."

Riza scribbled down his answer and raced off.

'I'm sorry, Brother.'