What we thought was the end.

Edward Elric, and his little brother Alphonse Elric, were pretty sure they were going to die right now. They were being beat to death by their father, Hohenheim Elric.

Everyone would know they were related if they went out in public together. Hohenheim with his golden hair and golden eyes, another trait he shared with his eldest son, Edward, Alphonse with his dirty blond hair, and his gray eyes.

They father and sons' had recently lost the mother and wife of the family. Trisha Elric was the most beautiful nicest person in the world.

She was kind and sweet to everyone, and when she passed away to an illness, Van Hohenheim, her widow, blamed their sons', whom he thought had caused her so much hardship.

Hohenheim never paid attention to Trisha, and she always worked with the boys, so it was logical that Hohenheim would think that.

Ed and Al were running again. Ed then stashed Al in one of the cupboards under the sink. Ed then ran into his mother's old room. There was a nice bed fit for one, with blue covers on it perfect made. Hohenheim made sure NO ONE went in that room.

Ed saw a little box and fit himself in it. Then he heard the cupboards in the bathroom open. Ed's golden-even more golden than his father's-eyes widened. 'What is he going to do to Alphonse!' Ed thought the worse case scenarios.

Then Ed heard Al scream and Ed ran out. "DON'T TOUCH HIM!" Ed screamed. Hohenheim had a gun.

Al was on the floor bleeding, crying, and had to do something.

Ed lunged at Hohenheim and then everything went black.