Look guys this is my first story(on FMA anyway)But I still don't know if you guys will like it or not. But either way ,I want your opinions.
It's all about Al in this fic and I guess you could classify it as Angst. , but you tell me.
*Puts on a Negative Feedback protection outfit and closes her eyes* Let the story begin!
"Al." Winry gasped out, weakly. "Why? Why are you acting this way?" The blonde looked at the Metal suit of Armor in the corner of the room. It was very dark in the basement of Rockabell house, almost eerie. Winry only came down to plead her case to Al.
“I just wanna be left alone Winry. Is it really that horrible.” Al could see the hurt look on Winry’s face. “But Al! Ed is waiting for you to come upstairs! He’s hurting Al, and you’re making him hurt. Just come back upstairs with me so everything can be ok.” Winry put on a fake, wavering smile. Al looked at Winry, shock hidden under his expressionless mask. She’d be willing to lie, block out all his feelings, just so Ed could feel ok? He knew she didn’t mean any harm though, Winry always had a secret love for his older brother, and all she wanted was Ed’s happiness. But at the expense of his?
“Winry, I’m sorry, but I can’t. Not right now. I just need time to think, okay?” Al went into a crouching position, in order to pick himself up off the floor. Winry looked as if she wanted to say more, but she didn’t, and silently she walked up the creaking stairs.
Al felt so confused and alone. Everyone told Ed how amazing it was to have done a soul transmutation perfectly. Al didn’t think it was amazing. ‘But he did the best he could’ Al kept telling himself. ‘I should be grateful. Brother gave up his arm, just so I wouldn’t be a soul that has nowhere to go but death. So why aren’t I grateful?’
Out of anger and confusion, Al hit his fist against his left arm, the clang echoing throughout the room and the vibration of the Metal making a sound to add to it. ”That’s why.” Al said to himself. As weird as it seemed, Al wished his left arm would’ve stung in pain from the impact, leaving blood trickled over a blue bruise. But it wouldn’t. All it left was a few scratches on cold Metal.
Al wanted to cry, but he couldn’t. “I know I’m acting selfish.” Al whined to himself “I know I’m acting like a spoiled child, but I just wish-“ Al said the next words as if they were a curse that brought destruction on the world if he spoke them.”-I just wish brother could’ve done a better job on giving me a body.” But he would never say those words to Edward. No, not with the burden he had already on his shoulders weighing him down. Al would have to be patient, no matter what emotions he felt.
So did you guys like it? For you guys that know me well, I know it seemed darker than personality(And when I say dark I mean anything but happy go lucky and Oh I’m so happy fics, not that I don’t like them, ‘cause I do and it’s the majority of stories I write)But just goes to show you the purest person can have the darkest thoughts.