Trauma and Guilt: Fullmetal Alchemist: 002 - Terror in the Night
Title: Trauma and Guilt
Author/Artist: melodyic_rhyme
Rating: PG
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing/s: LingFan
Theme: 002 - Terror in the Night
Genre/s: Horror
Warnings: Nightmare fuel and mentions of blood
Words: 1674
Summary: Sleep was a time to rejuvenate the mind and body, and also a time for demons to appear.
Disclaimer/Claimer: Hagaren is owned completely and totally by Hiromu Arakawa. I own nothing, and no copyright infringement is intended
Wake up.
Lan fan opened her eyes. Nothing had changed since She had closed them. The pale blue sky stretched on, and the soft breeze made the leaves and grass dance. She looked around the branches of the tree, but no one was in the tree with her.
"Did you say something, Young Master?" She looked at Ling, thinking he was teasing her again, but he simply looked up from the bottom of the tree and said,
"No, I didn't say anything,"
Wake up.
Lan fan furrowed her brow, annoyed that she did not know where the sound was coming from.
"There must be someone watching us,"
"It's probably the wind," He laughed "honestly, Lan Fan you can be much to paranoid sometimes,"
Lan Fan climbed down agilely from the tree.
"I have to be aware of every possible danger, Young Master," She looked on at the rolling hills of Xing, their peaceful image unalike her anxiety. She looked back at him. "You know that any threat-"
"Must be eliminated,"
Lan Fan hardly had time to process this fourth voice, not belonging to her, Ling, or the odd whisper, before something hard struck her on thee back. Caught of-guard she fell to the ground.
"Lan Fan!" Ling cried out, already reaching for his sword.
Lan Fan recovered quickly, and supporting herself with her arms, whirled her leg around to strike the foe.
But no one was there. Lan Fan stared at the empty space, her leg stopped mid-kick. All was silent. Lan Fan slowly stood, baffled by the situation.
Wake up, Wake up, said the voice again, slightly louder than before.
"Young Master, I think we need to leave,”
"Oh, but you know to much,”
Lan Fan spun around, looking for the source of the third voice. Her breath caught her throat. She stood frozen.
Ling was gone. The beautiful and peaceful landscape had disappeared, leaving a withered tree and barren ground in its place. In shock, she walked towards the tree.
"Young Master?" there was no way the land could have changed so suddenly. "Where are you? Please, we must leave!" She cried.
Wake up.
The wind still blew, but it was cold. Clouds filled the horizon, darkening the scenery.
"It's too late,” The second voice said, sounding as if it were right next to her. She now realized whose voice it was. "You have already failed your precious prince,”
"Bradle-" She was too late to realize. A blade slit her shoulder with enough force to cause her to fall again. She cried out in pain. Her blood, sticky and warm, oozed from her wound.
"You should have expected this,”
Lan Fan tried to remember where she had heard the third voice before. In a haze, she remembered when She and Ling fought the homunculi Envy and Gluttony. The owner of the voice had not made an appearance, but he had a name.
Pride.
He continued, "Your friend was looking into matters that should be left alone,” She knew she would have to take this one seriously, as he seemed to have some authority over the other two. She shakily stood up, not yet facing her enemies. She blinked to try focusing her vision. Her mind raced. Her left arm was again useless.
'This has already happened', She thought. 'There is no way I can go through this again.'
Wake up. Wake up. The voice continued to steadily increase in volume.
"It's impossible for you to redeem yourself now,” Said Bradley's voice. Lan Fan turned around. This time he was actually there.
"Young Master will give me a chance to-"
"You don't understand, Girl. The fool joined our side; he became a homunculus. Foolish human, do you honestly think he would do that if he cared for your feelings?"
Bradley's words stabbed Lan Fan's heart. She tried not to show on her face that those were her exact doubts ever since Alphonse said to her,
"Ling is a homunculus now,”
She kept her breathing steady. She could not falter here.
"Young Master is kind, and forgiving. He absolutely refused to leave me behind when we were fleeing,”
"Because he refused to lose a resource,” Bradley's expression did not change in the slightest as he spoke. "He was aware of this country's automail, but wasn't aware of how long it would take,”
"No one told him,” Lan Fan tried to keep her voice steady, but it was difficult. She felt something wrap around her legs. It sent chills up her spine. She tried to break free but she could not.
Wake up, wake up, wake up! The voice grew louder still, with increased urgency.
"How can you be certain?" Pride said. Whatever was wrapped around her legs proceeded to her inutile arm. "He was with Edward Elric, who has two automail limbs. He could have let it slip that even with all his will power it took him a year to recover,”
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, Lan Fan!
"Face it girl, you are nothing more," the grip around her arm tightened. "Than useless baggage,”
Her arm was ripped from her body, blood gushing from the new wound. Lan Fan screamed in infernal agony. She fell as the grip around her legs disappeared. She shut her eyes, sobbing as she clutched where her limb once was. Her blood overwhelmed her hand.
"Hmph, humans are pathetic creatures,” Bradley said. Lan Fan bolted upright, still in pain but enraged. She gasped. As she had been sobbing everything had gone black. She could not see anything except for a light above her and one where Bradley had been standing.
"Very well," said Bradley from somewhere in the darkness. "You may see your precious prince,” He stepped into the light, dragging someone behind him. He tossed the person into the light and then disappeared once more.
"Young Master!" She exclaimed, relieved that Ling appeared to be unharmed. He lifted his head and offered a weak smile.
"Hey, Lan Fan. I was worried about y-"
Before Ling could finish speaking, Bradley stabbed his left hand, right in the center.
"Augh!" He cried.
"Young Master!" Lan Fan tried to run to him, but whatever had a grip on her earlier had wrapped itself around her waist.
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, girl!
"Why are you so distressed?" Pride mocked as Ling was pulled to his feet by the thing that held her. "You could have convinced him to stay in Xing,"
Wake up, wake up!
Bradley stabbed Ling in the ribs.
"Stop!" Lan Fan screamed. She desperately tried to run to him, but the hold around her waist only tightened.
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, Lan Fan!
“You could have responded to Bradley before he got you,” Pride went on. “Then you could’ve fought Envy and Gluttony with him, you could’ve had been in Father’s home with him,”
Lan Fan struggled against the thing holding her as Bradley stabbed Ling once more.
“Young Master! Young Master!”
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, now! You need to wake up! The voice was almost shouting now, and sounded as if it were pleading.
Lan Fan could not see Pride, but him smug satisfaction was evident in his voice. “You understand now, don’t you?”
She struggled more, moving barely a centimeter.
“Stop, please!” She cried, but Pride went on as Bradley dealt another blow.
“What’s happened, to you and him-”
Wake up, wake up, wake, up, wake up, wake up!
“Young Master! Young Master, please, run!” Lan Fan stretched her remaining hand, sticky and covered in her own blood, out to him. “Please!”
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
Bradley cut Ling’s cheek, and then lowered his sword, dripping blood, to Ling’s throat. Pride laughed
“-Is all you fault,”
Wake up! Lan Fan reached her arm as far as she could, pulling against the unknown grip around her with all her might.
“Ling!”
Lan Fan opened her eyes and bolted up. She breathed heavily, her eyes adjusting to the darkness. She gripped the sheets of her bed. The surgical machines to her left went on with their usual noises, unaware of her terror.
She had woken up. She touched her left shoulder. There was no blood, but cables and wires. The pain was horrendous, and Lan Fan was amazed she had been able to fall asleep in the first place. She wished it had woken her before she saw so much horror.
“What’s wrong?” Fuu asked from his seat against the far wall.
"It's nothing" She rubbed her eyes. "Just a dream,”
“Dreams can often have meanings,” He said. Lan Fan ran her hand through her hair. She thought the meaning had been clearly stated. It mocked her, the sound of Pride’s dark voice still in her head.
‘What’s happened, to you and him, is all your fault.’
“Grandfather, do you think the Young Master holds any of this against me?”
“An emperor is the face of his country, he cannot blame struggles on others,” Fuu replied, sounding as rational as if she had asked him the time of day. “And the Young Master is a caring boy. He might be wondering if you hold these unfortunate events against him,”
Lan Fan leaned back onto her pillow, contemplating. She had not considered that, for she had no reason to place blame on Ling and she always thought it was due to her own incompetence. Blame was a difficult thing to assign, for no one would take it freely. It certainly was a burden on her soul.
“You’re wasting energy worrying about this, Lan Fan,” Fuu said. “You need to focus on recovery. Remember, we must get the Young Master back to Xing as soon as possible,”
“Yes, Grandfather,” Lan Fan closed her eyes again. She knew it would be hard, but she could not let night terrors keep her from her duty. Her worries and doubts would not be put to rest until she was reunited with Ling.
Author/Artist: melodyic_rhyme
Rating: PG
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing/s: LingFan
Theme: 002 - Terror in the Night
Genre/s: Horror
Warnings: Nightmare fuel and mentions of blood
Words: 1674
Summary: Sleep was a time to rejuvenate the mind and body, and also a time for demons to appear.
Disclaimer/Claimer: Hagaren is owned completely and totally by Hiromu Arakawa. I own nothing, and no copyright infringement is intended
Wake up.
Lan fan opened her eyes. Nothing had changed since She had closed them. The pale blue sky stretched on, and the soft breeze made the leaves and grass dance. She looked around the branches of the tree, but no one was in the tree with her.
"Did you say something, Young Master?" She looked at Ling, thinking he was teasing her again, but he simply looked up from the bottom of the tree and said,
"No, I didn't say anything,"
Wake up.
Lan fan furrowed her brow, annoyed that she did not know where the sound was coming from.
"There must be someone watching us,"
"It's probably the wind," He laughed "honestly, Lan Fan you can be much to paranoid sometimes,"
Lan Fan climbed down agilely from the tree.
"I have to be aware of every possible danger, Young Master," She looked on at the rolling hills of Xing, their peaceful image unalike her anxiety. She looked back at him. "You know that any threat-"
"Must be eliminated,"
Lan Fan hardly had time to process this fourth voice, not belonging to her, Ling, or the odd whisper, before something hard struck her on thee back. Caught of-guard she fell to the ground.
"Lan Fan!" Ling cried out, already reaching for his sword.
Lan Fan recovered quickly, and supporting herself with her arms, whirled her leg around to strike the foe.
But no one was there. Lan Fan stared at the empty space, her leg stopped mid-kick. All was silent. Lan Fan slowly stood, baffled by the situation.
Wake up, Wake up, said the voice again, slightly louder than before.
"Young Master, I think we need to leave,”
"Oh, but you know to much,”
Lan Fan spun around, looking for the source of the third voice. Her breath caught her throat. She stood frozen.
Ling was gone. The beautiful and peaceful landscape had disappeared, leaving a withered tree and barren ground in its place. In shock, she walked towards the tree.
"Young Master?" there was no way the land could have changed so suddenly. "Where are you? Please, we must leave!" She cried.
Wake up.
The wind still blew, but it was cold. Clouds filled the horizon, darkening the scenery.
"It's too late,” The second voice said, sounding as if it were right next to her. She now realized whose voice it was. "You have already failed your precious prince,”
"Bradle-" She was too late to realize. A blade slit her shoulder with enough force to cause her to fall again. She cried out in pain. Her blood, sticky and warm, oozed from her wound.
"You should have expected this,”
Lan Fan tried to remember where she had heard the third voice before. In a haze, she remembered when She and Ling fought the homunculi Envy and Gluttony. The owner of the voice had not made an appearance, but he had a name.
Pride.
He continued, "Your friend was looking into matters that should be left alone,” She knew she would have to take this one seriously, as he seemed to have some authority over the other two. She shakily stood up, not yet facing her enemies. She blinked to try focusing her vision. Her mind raced. Her left arm was again useless.
'This has already happened', She thought. 'There is no way I can go through this again.'
Wake up. Wake up. The voice continued to steadily increase in volume.
"It's impossible for you to redeem yourself now,” Said Bradley's voice. Lan Fan turned around. This time he was actually there.
"Young Master will give me a chance to-"
"You don't understand, Girl. The fool joined our side; he became a homunculus. Foolish human, do you honestly think he would do that if he cared for your feelings?"
Bradley's words stabbed Lan Fan's heart. She tried not to show on her face that those were her exact doubts ever since Alphonse said to her,
"Ling is a homunculus now,”
She kept her breathing steady. She could not falter here.
"Young Master is kind, and forgiving. He absolutely refused to leave me behind when we were fleeing,”
"Because he refused to lose a resource,” Bradley's expression did not change in the slightest as he spoke. "He was aware of this country's automail, but wasn't aware of how long it would take,”
"No one told him,” Lan Fan tried to keep her voice steady, but it was difficult. She felt something wrap around her legs. It sent chills up her spine. She tried to break free but she could not.
Wake up, wake up, wake up! The voice grew louder still, with increased urgency.
"How can you be certain?" Pride said. Whatever was wrapped around her legs proceeded to her inutile arm. "He was with Edward Elric, who has two automail limbs. He could have let it slip that even with all his will power it took him a year to recover,”
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, Lan Fan!
"Face it girl, you are nothing more," the grip around her arm tightened. "Than useless baggage,”
Her arm was ripped from her body, blood gushing from the new wound. Lan Fan screamed in infernal agony. She fell as the grip around her legs disappeared. She shut her eyes, sobbing as she clutched where her limb once was. Her blood overwhelmed her hand.
"Hmph, humans are pathetic creatures,” Bradley said. Lan Fan bolted upright, still in pain but enraged. She gasped. As she had been sobbing everything had gone black. She could not see anything except for a light above her and one where Bradley had been standing.
"Very well," said Bradley from somewhere in the darkness. "You may see your precious prince,” He stepped into the light, dragging someone behind him. He tossed the person into the light and then disappeared once more.
"Young Master!" She exclaimed, relieved that Ling appeared to be unharmed. He lifted his head and offered a weak smile.
"Hey, Lan Fan. I was worried about y-"
Before Ling could finish speaking, Bradley stabbed his left hand, right in the center.
"Augh!" He cried.
"Young Master!" Lan Fan tried to run to him, but whatever had a grip on her earlier had wrapped itself around her waist.
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, girl!
"Why are you so distressed?" Pride mocked as Ling was pulled to his feet by the thing that held her. "You could have convinced him to stay in Xing,"
Wake up, wake up!
Bradley stabbed Ling in the ribs.
"Stop!" Lan Fan screamed. She desperately tried to run to him, but the hold around her waist only tightened.
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, Lan Fan!
“You could have responded to Bradley before he got you,” Pride went on. “Then you could’ve fought Envy and Gluttony with him, you could’ve had been in Father’s home with him,”
Lan Fan struggled against the thing holding her as Bradley stabbed Ling once more.
“Young Master! Young Master!”
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, now! You need to wake up! The voice was almost shouting now, and sounded as if it were pleading.
Lan Fan could not see Pride, but him smug satisfaction was evident in his voice. “You understand now, don’t you?”
She struggled more, moving barely a centimeter.
“Stop, please!” She cried, but Pride went on as Bradley dealt another blow.
“What’s happened, to you and him-”
Wake up, wake up, wake, up, wake up, wake up!
“Young Master! Young Master, please, run!” Lan Fan stretched her remaining hand, sticky and covered in her own blood, out to him. “Please!”
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
Bradley cut Ling’s cheek, and then lowered his sword, dripping blood, to Ling’s throat. Pride laughed
“-Is all you fault,”
Wake up! Lan Fan reached her arm as far as she could, pulling against the unknown grip around her with all her might.
“Ling!”
Lan Fan opened her eyes and bolted up. She breathed heavily, her eyes adjusting to the darkness. She gripped the sheets of her bed. The surgical machines to her left went on with their usual noises, unaware of her terror.
She had woken up. She touched her left shoulder. There was no blood, but cables and wires. The pain was horrendous, and Lan Fan was amazed she had been able to fall asleep in the first place. She wished it had woken her before she saw so much horror.
“What’s wrong?” Fuu asked from his seat against the far wall.
"It's nothing" She rubbed her eyes. "Just a dream,”
“Dreams can often have meanings,” He said. Lan Fan ran her hand through her hair. She thought the meaning had been clearly stated. It mocked her, the sound of Pride’s dark voice still in her head.
‘What’s happened, to you and him, is all your fault.’
“Grandfather, do you think the Young Master holds any of this against me?”
“An emperor is the face of his country, he cannot blame struggles on others,” Fuu replied, sounding as rational as if she had asked him the time of day. “And the Young Master is a caring boy. He might be wondering if you hold these unfortunate events against him,”
Lan Fan leaned back onto her pillow, contemplating. She had not considered that, for she had no reason to place blame on Ling and she always thought it was due to her own incompetence. Blame was a difficult thing to assign, for no one would take it freely. It certainly was a burden on her soul.
“You’re wasting energy worrying about this, Lan Fan,” Fuu said. “You need to focus on recovery. Remember, we must get the Young Master back to Xing as soon as possible,”
“Yes, Grandfather,” Lan Fan closed her eyes again. She knew it would be hard, but she could not let night terrors keep her from her duty. Her worries and doubts would not be put to rest until she was reunited with Ling.