| He's not the Prime here, but he's used to being one of many
||[Jun. 25th, 2017|12:14 am]
|[||Tags|||||character: alphonse elric (summers), character: colin starfury, character: edward elric (mustang), character: edward elric (summers), character: marie summers, character: riza mustang, character: roy mustang, character: samantha dayspring-summers, character: steve rogers, location: dayspring-summers ranch, location: hellmouth containment center, year: 2030||]|
Things had gone seriously wrong. Like everything else in his life, a disaster had dropped on his lap, and he couldn't see how it wasn't his fault.
If he hadn't riled up Deborah Palingo, the Third wouldn't have been attacked. If he hadn't involved the others, they wouldn't be fighting in the name of Fullmetal. If he hadn't gone to Haloa, they never would've known the name to take it. If he hadn't transmuted Central, he wouldn't have been in Haloa. If he hadn't become a State Alchemist, he wouldn't have been forced into the position of having to. And if he just hadn't resurrected his mother, had accepted that she was gone, he wouldn't have become a State Alchemist, because his brother would never have been taken by the Gate.
It all traced back to him.
Explosions and the roar of fire rocked the streets overhead. Edward grabbed his brother and pulled him out of the way of crumbling debris. Goddamnit, if their bikes hadn't broken down, he and Harv would have the kids out on the open road out of town, away from danger.
No use worrying about that now.
The war between Deborah's forces and the criminal underground that had rallied behind the cry of "We are Fullmetal" raged on in the streets, and Edward wanted to hide in a corner and let the sounds pass him by.
"Kid, we're gonna be in trouble if we don't get outta here," Harv snapped, pulling his attention off of staring down the tunnels blankly. There was a way, there had to be.
Part of the tunnel ahead fell in on itself, bodies and vehicles dropping. A grenade dropped out of the mess and rolled towards them. It was years fighting, months in a warzone, that had honed Edward's reflexes to a fine enough point for him to transmute another tunnel shooting off to hide in. "Go!" he yelled, letting Harv grab Anna and pull her into the shelter. Edward all but shoved his brother in, just as the grenade went off. He felt the heat from the explosion.
Those're Drachma regulars!
Shit, go go go!
Look out, Elric!
"Brother, your coat!"
Edward looked behind him at the back of his coat. The ends around his calves smoldered from the fire that had blasted past them. He put out the fire with a flash of alchemical energy from the Stone, then looked out. The other end of the tunnel had collapsed as the first had. No sign of explosives in that heap, but he didn't dare chance it.
He grabbed Alphonse's shoulder with his left hand, his right hand slamming against the wall and extending the tunnel ahead of them. "Go, go, that way's no good."
Harv took off, the kids and Ed on his heels.
"What's the plan here, kid?"
Good question. What was it? The city was under seige, and escapes were running out. The only way to stop their escape routes from collapse was to stop the fighting above, and the only thing that would do that was to eliminate both sides fighting. That was the entirety of the government forces in town and most of the underground.
That was basically everyone, except the trafficking victims.
He had to get rid of everyone. He had to stop the fight. It was the only way his brother was going to get out alive.
Without thinking, he slapped the wall again, pushing at rock and stone until a tunnel shot straight out of the city. "Go, and do not look back," he shouted at them.
Alphonse stopped and stared at him. "Not without you! I'm not losing you again!"
"I'll be right behind you," Edward said, hoping and not hoping that he was lying. "I'm going to put up some defenses to cover the retreat. Help Harv keep Anna safe." When Alphonse didn't budge, Edward resorted to begging. "Al, please, I'm coming, but if I don't do this, none of us are making it out. Now go."
The crack of the command and Edward's true-lie convinced Alphonse to run, and he followed Harv and Anna down the way.
Edward watched them go, felt everything inside seize up, shatter, die, and go numb. I'm so sorry, Al. Maybe he would be able to catch up. If he could, he knew he couldn't run away from this one, not when Al had proven he'd just crawl into any hole Edward could find to get him out.
But Edward wouldn't protest if he didn't make it out of this one alive.
Once sure there was a chance Alphonse wouldn't notice it, Edward transmuted a wall between him and the space where his brother had been. Then he ran back, gathering all the energy in the Stone that he could, and pushed at the ground under the capital city of Aerugo.
The ground heaved and bucked and twisted until the whole city in front of him was twisted into the seven pointed Phoenix array.
"You won't stop him from getting to safety," he whispered to no one, then hit the array.
The world lit up like a firework, exploded, burned angry red, then it fell, and he fell with it, heard the groan and rumble of the city above him collapsing in on him.
Then the Gate.
Then... something else. A swirl of colors and smells and images and something not like the Gate, but like exploding through space and time itself.
Then he was falling again. It felt like forever, but no time at all. And he landed with a crash onto a hard ledge, rolled off, and hit the ground, knocking someone back in the process.