Hey ya'll, guess who is back? Yes, it' me. My computer had a malfunction so I couldn't really use it and I've been on my phone but I couldn't upload or do most of the stuff I wanted to. But hey!

Anyway I'm back and I'm actually going to be rewriting this story chapter by chapter starting at chapter 1. So if go from 1 then read 2 and it doesn't make any sense well then I've yet to redo that chapter.

So hopefully you get the gist and I'll see you at the end. Please re-enjoy this story.

And if any complaints then I'm sorry. I don't feel like this story coincides like it should but the plot and plans and characters will still be the same, just trying to improve the writing of the story. And I'm not doing a beta on this story. If you notice a mistake PM it to me and I'll go back and fix it.

Alright lovelies enjoy.

He could remember it crystal clear despite how it seemed like a dream that he should have awoken from many years ago. That was all it ever was.

Details.

He could remember the smell of the chesnut coloured hair blwoing in the breeze. The feel of a good strong grip that wasn't going to hurt him. The sound of whining little people.

All of it.

Even now, he can't escape it. Memories pop in and out where ever he is. At school in the locker room when the guys are slapping each other with towles something pops up. The lunch room where he tries to eat and someone slams a tray and yells loudly he blanks out for a second.

No escape.

***ooo***

"You!" A flame licks his skin.

"Will!" A hand grips at the small throat.

"Never!" A punch thrown at his temple.

"Be good! You killed her!" A knee conncented to his stomach. But as the young boy looked up he saw tears in the older man's eyes before he blacked out.

A start. He awoke in a start of frantic panic. He took in his surrondings trying to figure out where he was before he remember where he was.

At home.

This was the worse thing that could happen to him. He brought a fleshy purple hand up to his blonde hair where he ran his fingers through it before stopping at the start of the braid. He let out a deep sigh fighting so hard not to cry, to let the strong amber eyes be strong.

"Edward you little shit! Get your ass down here now!" A booming voice fill the silent void the Edward Elric had been sitting in. Silently the young man brought himself to his feet and began his descent down the staris of the two-story house. He stopped dead in his track to look around the living room for his father, but he wasn't in the living sitting in front of the telly with a beer.

"Boy! Get in here!" Instead, the monster was in the kitchen.

"Coming," Edward managed before walking into the kitchen. He stopped in his track to look upon his father to figure out his next task.

"... I'm... hungry, make me something that tastes good, have it be savory," Ed's father stood up, "also, burn it...," he looked around through his glasses, "I'll burn you," he finshed his thought and left the kitchen with a beer in hand. Edward stood there gatring his thoughts. He snuck a peak at the clock and it read 2:36. Slowly he gatherd up the pans he would need and the recipe holder to find something to cook his father.

As he did so a memory snuck its way through the unavoidable thoughts.

"Mum...! Mum...!" A young Edward Elric called out to his mother. She looked at him and made a shushing sound.

"Yes... of course dear, stew, why wouldn't we have stew?" Edward's mother spoke into the phone, "... don't 'Trisha' me Van Hohenheim,we always have stew for Alphone's birthday, he loves it and so do you... yes yes, hurry home so poor Alphonse doesn't have a fit over waiting for his cake and presents. I love you, see you soon..." Trisha hung up the phone and turned to Edward.

"Alright! What is it dear?" Trisha smiled delightfully at her oldest son. Edward looked around a little before bringing from behind his back a candied apple and a transformer toy.

"Mum, can you help me wrap these for Al?" His dark amber eyes looking every where but at his mum.

"... Why of course I will," Trisha took the two items from Ed, "now, go make sure he doesn't come peak in here. This was really nice of you, espcially since you like bumbelbore here so much," Trish stated before Ed intejected.

"Bumblebee, his name is Bumblebee," He corrected before giving a quick hug to his mother and joining his brother in their shared room.

"Brother!" Alphonse exclaimed when he was his older brother walk into the room.

"Hi Edward," A little girl greeted the older Elric brother.

"W-Winry... wh-when did you get here?" Ed asked completely shocked. He had no memory of letting her in, his mother always lets him answer the door.

"Your mum let me in, she said you were helping with Al's cake so you couldn't answer the door," Winry explained laughing here and there at the confused look on Ed's face. Ed crossed his arms and turned his head as his face turned slightly red.

"Yeah, whatever," was all Ed could come up with causing Winry and Al to laugh.

"Edward, come help me please!" Trish called out from the kitchen. Ed stuck his tounge out before running off to his mother.

"Winry, don't look like that, Ed's being Ed, he may be mean a little but he's only mean to who he likes and is family," Al reassured a teary eyed Winry.

"Yeah mum?"

"Come help me get some things from the car, okay?" Ed nodded his and followed his mother out to the car. It was snowing again atop the four inches that they already had recieved that morning.

"Mum, it's cold out here," Ed said before he sneezed.

"Oh dear, I hope you're not getting a cold, come now come now, lets hurry so we can have some hot chocolate!" Trisha exclaimed when as she opend up the the trunk of an old beaten down vehicle.

"Alright, I'm going to hand you a few boxes, becareful on that road, the ice is extra slippery and it's close to when people start coming home okay?" She warned as closed the trunk and grabbed a few bags with various party items in them. She looked both ways before she and Ed started a slow crawl through the black ice on the road.

"I asked your father to get these out three days ago, he's about as thick as a watermelon," Trisha mumbled unaware that Edward could hear her.

"...but I like watermelon, and I like daddy..." Ed spoke softly. Trisha looked down at her son and smiled. So far they had been able to cross half the road but then there were bright lights. Tires could be heard squealing across the icy pavement and then a moment of pure whiteness.

When he came to he realised he felt light, to light and he looked down. The pain itself was not even registering itself in this young boy's mind. All he could fanthom was his mother, her blood, his blood, and the car. The car had tried to stop only to be able to stop when it pinned Trisha Elric up against a lamp post on the street.

And the silence.

The silence could not be fanthomed, it was as it a black hole had sucked all the sound out, like a silent movie without music. Then it all had hit Edward Elric at once.

The sound, someone screaming, doors opening and closing. He had to get out. He couldn't let them see him with his face in a pure terror. He tried to get up, but he couldn't. He looked down and his amber eyes saw something unseeable.

His left leg was missing. And that was when the tears started streaming down his face and a blanket was wrapped around him.

"Here," Ed grumbled as placed a plate of steak, eggs, and home fries in front of his father. He turned to leave but was gripped on the arm by the man.

" 'Here' what?" Hohenheim grunted out.

"Here sir," Ed spoke before pulling his arm from the grip and going up to closet bedroom.

"You better be in bed by the time I'm done!" Hohenheim yelled after Ed.

***ooo***

"Alphonse, please, please come home," Ed whispered softly to himself, "and mum, please. I-I didn't want to lose you to soon, not on Al's sixth birthday, not ever. Just, somehow, come home," A tear leaked itself from Ed's amber eye before he feel asleep.

"Brother! You're always sleeping! Get up already, it's the first day of school!" A cheery voice rang across the small room. It awoke Ed who had slept in the other day's clothes.

"Alri-ri-ri-right Alphonse, I'm up," Edward tried to stifle a yawn as he spoke, "so how does it feel to be a junior thie year Al?" Ed questioned as he itched at his fleshy shoulder.

"Not as good as being a senior right Ed?" Al rushed over to Ed to kneel in front of him, a goofy smile plastered on his face.

"Are you always this happy?"

"When I get to hang out with my brother even for a small amount of time I'm happy like this," Al plafully pushed at Ed's shoulder.

"... yeah, the same goes for me too, alright let me up so I can take a piss," Ed began to stand before his legged locked up, "damnit!"

"Brother! Here l-let me help," Al went to go put Ed's arm over his shoulder, "still haven't gotten it maitnenced?"

"Dad says there no money," Ed softly spoke, "but I got it now, go on and eat, I'll be down soon," Ed quickly rushed out before shutting the door.

Thrilled was a word to state how Ed felt. only eight more months before it would be March and he'd be eighteen and out of the hell whole he called his life. No more Van Hohenheim to abuse him, at the least the sexual abuse stopped since Hohenheim found some cheep prostitues he'd bring home when Al was out for the night. Ed stripped of his clothes and left himself standing in his underwear. Two fleshy limbs greeted him along two silver metallic limbs.

Automail.

The left leg, the car accident that his mother and his power to walk for a year. His right arm, Hohenheim had broken the bones in the arm so much they couldn't repair themselves and eventually became dead weight. The blonde still found it amusing how that even when he told the whole story in truth he was blamed for her death. On that night Hohenheim was a father like he always was to Ed. But the next day when Al went to have a playdate with his friend Russell Tringham things turned a dark path.

He shook head. He wasn't going to dwell on the past, he was going to get dressed, braid his hair and go about his buiness. Walk the thriteen blocks to school and just ignore everyone.

Yeah, this year is going to be like the others. He'll keep to himself and soon he'll be about and able to tell authorites when he leaves.

Soon.

Alright, so much has changed already. And I way way way! prefer this opening chapter to the other one. The story is already better with this. And the next chapter will be the meeting we're all waiting for again. Haha, so enjoy. Review also please if you have time. Tomorrow, chapter two will be written and going up!