Ed coasted along on a cool air current, feeling the wind fill his wings like sails and allow him to fly gracefully. A single movement of the tips of his golden wings would send him into a gentle spiral, and he had taken great pleasure in the following moments after figuring out that particular tidbit of information. He laughed, pulling himself up short and doing his best to maintain a steady height. Resembool was beneath him, and dawn was an hour away. 

He landed on the grass of one of the residents yards, Sarah and Kirk, if he remembered correctly, and let his wings and talons morph back into his body. Dizziness over took him as they did, and he had to lean on the wall of their house in order to get his balance back. He hadn't even noticed the fatigue while he was flying.

Weak
The voice nagged at him, but he let it be swept away as he stood, carefully regaining his balance.

Successful in his mission, he sauntered out of the yard, and down the tightly packed dirt road that led out of town, and therefore to his brother.

True dawn broke over the hills, casting long shadows, but nothing could erase Ed's smile. He was going to see Al again.
What makes you think he even wants to see you? You trusted Hughes too, and he betrayed you.

Ed's eyes widened, and he had to stop himself from crying. The thought hadn't occurred til now, and now he was looking at the two story yellow and green house in the distance with sadness.

The voice pressed on.

Your own brother, trapped in armor, without a body, and you, a chimera with a lust for blood. How fitting.

Tears actually pooled in Eds eyes, as he weakly pressed on. The voice scoffed, before falling silent.

He wiped them with the back of his deceivingly human looking hand, and continued his march up the dusty trail that led to three places.

Winry's house.

His old house.

And the graveyard.

He hesitated at the gates to the graveyard, gazing in, but decided that he would rather his first trip there for the past...well, forever, to be with his brother.

Soon enough he was knocking on the door, and being tackled by Den. He laughed softly, wheezing as the giant dog decided to lay down in his chest, automail paw weighing down on his ribs.

He reached up to scratch behind Den's ears, and only grinned wider when he heard the metallic clashing of his younger brothers armor on the ground.
Things were looking up from last night...what even happened last night...?

He couldn't remember.

"Brother!" Al exclaimed, noticing him in the ground and laughing innocently as he saw Den, sprawled out over his chest. "Brother, are you alright?!"

Den sprung off of Ed happily as Al drew nearer, and Ed soon found himself staring up at his brothers black leather and metal hand. He grasped it with his right, and heard Al's gasp of shock when he saw it was metal anymore. "Brother! Your arm-!"

"Not mine, Al..." He muttered, as he allowed himself to be pulled to his feet.

"What?"

"I...its not mine...they...it was transmuted onto me...same with my leg..."

Al's soulfire eyes shrunk in surprise. "You mean...?"

"Yeah." Ed choked out. He hadn't even told Hughes about this, although he was almost positive that he had read it in the files.

"A-are you alright..?"

And Ed broke down.

Tears poured from his eyes and ragged breaths were torn from his throat.

He was aware of Al panicking in the background, and then all of the sudden, he was aware of someone hugging him. And yet...

He couldn't breathe, his throat was so constricted, and all of the sudden he was thrown back into memories again.

Except...

He didn't remember this.

The voice was laughing maniacally as the memory of him killing Denny Brosch played through his mind. And then the other memories started flashing.

He saw the transmutation circle, and felt the pain of each wound inflicted upon him. He felt the sharp pain of the injections, the tugging of the cuffs and collar, and he felt the rape.

And then he was back.

Hiccuping, sobbing, and curled up into someone's lap, with their hands running comfortingly through his hair, he heard voices talking softly.

"What did you say, Al?!"

"All I asked was if he was okay, I didn't meant to cause anything!" Al's voice was frightened, and Ed felt like trash immediately. He had caused that. He had caused his younger brother to worry.

The tears stopped as suddenly as they came, leaving him with only shuddering breaths and puffy eyes.

"Brother..?" Al's voice was hesitant. Ed was silent, focusing on calming his breathing before answering. He didn't want to answer. They would question him...

And you would tell them~ You would tell them everything. You should, really, get it over with sooner.

That...didn't sound all to bad...

He sat up.

"Al, Winry..?" Ed rasped softly, voice hesitant.

"Yes, Brother?"

"I..." Hr hung his head, not wanting to look either of them in the eye. "I'm not exactly..."

"Not exactly what, Ed?" Winry's voice broke through, and Ed almost let out a bark of laughter right then.

"Normal." His answer was quiet but Winry seemed to hear him.

"Ed you've never been normal!" She was smiling, and Al nodded. Ed stood shakily.

"Damn it...I have to show you, don't I?" He muttered, as Al and Winry exchanged confused looks.

He carefully peeled off his nightshirt, back to them. Even with his wings gone, there would be an unusual curve to his spine that firmed a sort of hollow that he could use to press his wings tightly to his back. There was almost no difference from then and when he had them vanished.

And then it happened.

The wings pushed through his skin with an intense ferocity that he was all to familiar with, although he still winced slightly at the burning feeling of muscle, bone, tendons and flesh being formed, and then the prickling feeling of the feathers.

It was over in less than a second.

He kept his claws to himself, knowing that it was them that had injured Hughes and gotten him in this mess in the first place.

He felt numb, waiting for their reactions with the sad gaze if a condemned man.

He felt a hand on his wings, definitely Al, for it felt of warm leather, and then Winry's small hand joined Al's.

"Brother...guess we both are pretty odd now, aren't we?" Al's voice was teasing, and Winry's voice was excited.

"Can you actually fly with these?"

He nodded, shrugging away from them silently, taking a few running steps away from them, and snapped his wings out to their furthest reach as he took a giant leap into the air.

He felt...lighter.

His brother knew. And had accepted him.

His wings, gleaming fiercely in the sunlight, seemed to absorb the warmth. It felt rather nice...

He was almost several hundred feet above the ground before he noticed Al and Winry waving frantically up to him.

He grinned, raising his wings to be completely vertical with his body, and he dropped like a stone.

And opened his wings with as much force as he could muster before he hit the ground.

"Brother!" Al exclaimed worriedly, peering through the dust that had been thrown up by his landing.

Winry was coughing, but with a smile on her face. "That's amazing!" The dust had cleared just enough to see a windswept Ed, who had a slightly mournful look on his face.

"But the price was terrible..." He murmured, eyes dull. It was something they had both noticed, but it was now more pronounced than ever now that the sun was shining directly on them.

They were cold, and sent a shiver down Winry's spine.

And then you looked closer at Ed.

Scars, some neat, some jagged and long, others rope like and others from needle injections, were crammed into every inch of Eds skin.

It was a nightmare, and Al and Winry could only guess his much pain the boy had been through.

~1382 words~

Didn't really know what else to do with this chapter, so I ended it off here ^-^ Enjoy and stay creepy, my nightmares.