Who: Alphonse Elric (Narrative) What: Dreams When: Recently Where: Home Rating/Warnings: Mentions of ressurrection Status: Complete
Tonight was the night. Tonight they were going to finally bring back their mother. They had been training for months and studied everything they could get their hands on and now they were finally ready.
Everything had been set in place. The circle was drawn and in the center was a pan where they began pouring in the ingredients that they needed:
Al listened as his older brother listed off the ingredients as they poured them in one by one. Each one was another step closer to getting Mother back. Soon they would be able to see her smile, hear her laugh. It fueled them to keep going even though it was a taboo. Even though they were told never to do it.
All that was left now was soul data. They were the product of their mother so a piece of them had to be the last ingredient needed, wasn’t it? Al barely felt the bite of the knife as he and Ed sliced the smallest of cuts into their fingertips, his excitement and nerves overpowering any other sensation. Holding them out they let the red drops fall into place, completing the list of everything they needed. It was time to bring Mother back to them.
They knelt down at the edge of the circle, both turning to look at each other for a brief moment. With determined smiles they placed both hands on the circle, feeding it the power it needed. It seemed to be working perfectly, the transmutation was working. But then something started to feel off.
Al had thought it was just his nerves at first but then what looked like wisps of black smoke had started to rise from their circle. This wasn’t right...This wasn’t supposed to happen! Al had just started to voice such to his brother when suddenly the wisps seemed to become like vines, clinging to the two of them. As soon as they touched his skin, Alphonse could see and even worse feel his body start to break apart as the transmutation rebounded. Reaching out as he screamed for Edward to help him. He didn’t want to die! He didn’t want to become nothing!
Alphonse shot upright in his bed with a terrified scream, soaked in sweat. Breathing as if he had run a marathon, his hands traveled over his body, needing to make sure that he was still there. That he was real and tangible. It was a dream. One of those stupid awful dreams like the ones that weighed heavily on his brothers shoulders.
Wanting nothing more than to talk to Ed, the younger Elric had started to call for him when he realized that he was home alone. He had decided to take a nap before heading to the flower shop. He needed his brother. He needed to talk to him, to tell him. With hands shaking like a leaf he reached for his phone and pulled up Edward’s number. Not trusting his own voice he sent his brother a text message, asking him to get home as soon as he could.