Hello! This is the second oneshot fanfic I have written based on BlueBird's Illusion, the super rare FMA chinese game that I absolutely love, adore and have. If you read this story and dont really understand some parts you should look up the script and hopefully that should help you out a bunch.

Summary- One of my versions of how Ed kills himself due to the death or Roy and Al, and how he becomes 'Pride'

Anyways, please Read and Review to tell me what you think!

Death by Choice

Edward dropped to his knees in the middle of the now ruined building that so much had happened in, including his worst nightmare.

Flashbacks of what happened overwhelmed his head with a crimson haze, the memory of Alphonse fading away from him with the look of shame written clearly on his face, Mustang jumping in front of him to protect Ed from the fatal blow Envy was about to give him, Ed clearly remembered it like slow motion, Envy's fist forcing it's way through Roy's skin, the nauseating sound of ribs cracking from the force until the fist broke it's way through the bone and flesh and out the other side. He watched in horror as his friend's body went limp and fell to the ground as a lifeless corps.

Ed tried to shake his head from the traumatizing memories but they stuck like glue. The weight of everything that had happened was heavy and he just couldn't take in the thought of having to live alone, knowing that it was his fault that his best friend and his brother were dead.

Then he saw it.

The answer to fix all of his problems lay only feet beside him, he guided a shaky hand towards the steel object and picked it up, looking at his reflection in the already blood-stained silver. Edward felt his heartbeat quicken, his conscience told him that this was a bad idea but his heart told him to continue. A muddled sob escaped his lips and hot tears fell from the corners of his eyes, it felt like his heart was about to burst out of his chest from his suvvier depression and he wanted to end it all and feel that heavy weight withdraw from his shoulders. He shut his eyes tight for a minute, trying to calm down the shaking hand holding the steel blade.

When he finally made up his mind, he slowly pointed the razor-sharp tip at the center of his heart, he let final tears fall and he whispered,

"I'm sorry, Al"

Without further hesitation he thrust the steel blade of the knife through his beating heart, almost immediately unable to focus on anything around him because of the pain washing over him, he felt his nerves give a violent jerk before everything went black, he didn't hear, think or even smell anything afterwards, he just slowly let his eyelids droop over his dead, foggy orbs.

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Not soon after echoing footsteps were heard and someone with wild, deep-green hair and a odd outfit came in and looked down at the lifeless body, he put his hands on his hips and muttered a swirl of complaints under his breath, he picked up the body and dragged it behind him.

'Why would father even want to bring him back?' he thought, he sighed and continued towards the area where his father and the other sins would be waiting.

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When everything was once again still and there wasn't a soul around the area, a single Bluebird broke through the sky above the roof-less room that had caused hell to so many, letting a single feather float to the blood-stained ground as if it meant the end of it all.