This is a little something I made once upon a time, actually about 3 months or so ago. Anyway I thought I'd post it here, just to hear more comments about it. -nods- Really, but it's a songfic to Be My Escape by Relient K... Hope you'all don't mind.

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I’ve given up on giving up slowly, I’m blending in so

You won’t even know me apart from this whole world that shares my fate
this one last bullet you mention is my one last shot at redemption


A blood red stone lay in the middle of an alchemy circle, blood covering the floor around it. A brown haired boy was crouching by a short blond boy, tears falling down his face.

“Brother, come on get up.” He whispered, his brother’s heart was slowly beating; like a gun shot. Time was growing longer between each beat, blood gushing out of more missing limbs.

Because I know to live you must give your life away
and I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while you hold the key


“Kill me Al.” Those three words slipped from the bloody boy’s mouth, as body twitched from pain. A shocked look came upon Al’s face, his brother was still alive.

“No, you’ll be fine.” He whispered back, this was just like before. They just needed to see Winry, she’d help out. Edward’s head shook, coughing.

“No, I hurt too many.” The words were chocked out; body was shaking like crazy now; as though the weather was freezing cold.

And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I gotta get outta here


“I can’t live on, scars are too big.” That was slowly added, Al gave a blank stare at his brother. His brother was just crazy, everything would be ok.

“Stop that brother.” Tears slipped down as the boy picked up his brother, ignoring his missing leg and arm. Ed struggled against the strength of his brother, blood still pouring out.

“No, I want this to end. You have to.” Blond hair fell over his golden eyes, no emotion falling upon his paling face. “I can’t stand it…”

I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I gotta get outta here
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.


“No, I won’t.” Al said, a firm hold on his words. Ignoring the struggling of his brother the younger boy slowly began carrying the Full Metal Alchemist out of the old house. Ed blinked in the dying sunlight, swallowing lightly.

“Please, please Al; it’s my only escape.”

I’m giving up on doing this alone now
Cause I’ve failed and I’m ready to be shown how
He’s told me the way and I’m trying to get there


Death, that was all the older brother wanted. To feel the cold hands of fate taking him away, and yet he had no idea how it really was. But it was the only way, that was all he knew.

“No.” Al said firmly, continuing carrying his brother through the city.

And this life sentence that I’m serving
I admit that I’m every bit deserving
But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair


This all wasn’t fair, Ed shouldn’t want to die. And yet despite how much Al ignored it; Ed sounded like he was sane. Life just wasn’t fair, why did Ed have to lose his limbs again? Even with the stone; it made no sense. People stared at Al as he walked by, than shifted to look at the dying boy he was carrying.

Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I gotta get outta here
Cause I’m afraid that this complacency is something I can’t shake
I gotta get outta here
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.


“Al, do it.” An attempted force came upon his words; flashes of all the people he had hurt, killed. “Please, I can’t.” Tears finally fell against his face, staring up with a begging look in his rich golden eyes. Al turned away, he couldn’t stare; those eyes could get him to do anything.

“No, we’re almost at the hotel.” Al replied back, staring straight ahead; yet was forced to stop as a man stepped in front of them.

“Murder, why’d you do it boy?” He asked, Al could feel his heart pounding. No, Ed wasn’t dead yet was he? Eyes glanced down; at those golden eyes. The begging in them, he couldn’t take it anymore. Biting his lip, Al turned running back to the building where they had done the transmutation. Not noticing as the man smirked, and turned away.

I am a hostage to my own humanity
Self detained and forced to live in this mess I’ve made
And all I’m asking is for You to do what You can with me
But I can’t ask You to give what You already gave


“Brother.” Al whispered, placing down his brother in the circle; near the blood. He couldn’t believe it, Ed had won; and it seemed he was holding him tightly until he did it. Emotionally, physically he was far too weak. A weak smile came upon the pridogy’s face, now the pain would all be over.

“Thank you.” He whispered, watching as his brother slowly began drawing another circle, tears mixing in with the chalk.

Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while you hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because


All the people; dead, for this stupid stone. It was his fault, and now he would pay the price for it; just like he wanted. Death was a cool relief from the pain he’d have if he lived on, the nightmares of the people dead. Now his brother was human again; there was no need for the scars to continue to be a part of him.

“Mother.” He whispered, smile coming more upon his face. Who knew if he would really go to his mother, but there was always hope.

I’ve gotta get outta here
I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I’ve gotta get outta here
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging
You to be my escape.


A light of alchemy flashed, a large sword now lay in the place where a metal pipe had been. Tears continued falling from Al’s face; he couldn’t do it.

“Al please, I’m begging you.” Ed whispered turning and seeing his brother staring at the sword; too shocked to do anything. “You have to.”

I fought You for so long
I should have let You in
Oh how we regret those things we do
And all I was trying to do was save my own skin
But so were You


Pushing back tears Al gripped the sword’s handle, turning to his brother. No he couldn’t, then he saw those eyes again.

“Are you sure?” Al whispered, not moving an inch. Ed nodded. This would be done for Edward, not himself. Edward would kill himself if he live on, but to Al another reason was also to make those people; the ones who were killed for the stone. For their lives to be paid for. Closing his eyes, the blade rose in the air; a split second later it was pulled down with such a force.

“Thank---.” Silence then came, not even Ed’s gentle breathing could be heard. He was dead….

So were You


“You’re escape.” Al mouthed, collapsing on his brother’s stiff body. Tears falling down as he lay there, the final hug had been born.