Choices

I started writing this after seeing, Full Metal Alchemist , the Movie: the Conqueror of Shamballa. I based it heavily off the movie, but attempted to make my own version. I’ve never tried this before, so please let me know what you think. ^^;

  • Title: Choices
  • Series based on: Full Metal Alchemist
  • Type: Fanfiction
  • written by @stubbornbudgie


Earth : the Scientific
World

No one believes Edward
about his ‘tales’ of actually being from another world. They only
think it’s a bunch of fantasy, stories he made up to pass the time.
He lives with Alfons Heiderich: a friend he met, while they were
studying rocketry together at the university. Alfons has mixed
feelings toward Ed. He doesn’t believe in the existence of another
world, and wishes Edward would stop talking about trying to go back
home.

He’s sick of being thought
of as only a dream, and wishes Edward could see his very real. That
he has feelings, and that he doesn’t understand why Ed wants him to
leave so badly. He feels angry, because he can’t see why Edward
‘hates’ him, when he cares about him so much.

When a young lady by the
name of Sumira Lanor, show up. She soon finds herself staying with
Edward Elric, and Alfons Heiderich. Unlike other people, she seems to
enjoy hearing Edward’s stories the most. She never ceases wanting to
know more about his home, or the adventures he had there.

This causes Heiderich to
question why she insists on humoring Ed’s fantasies. Her face took on
a saddened look, as he did so. Her reply was she wasn’t doing it to
humor anyone. Edward insists his stories are real, and she asked,
“Who are we to say they aren’t?”

Unlike Edward, she would
actually sit down, and take an interest in Alfons Hiederich as well.
She would listen as he talked about his day, or ask questions, to
better understand and learn about the rockets he was so excited in.
He began to feel somewhat bittersweet. Here was a woman who had
trusted two complete strangers to help her. She had only known him
for a short while, and took more interest in him, than the ‘friend’
he’d been living with for two years.

Edward enjoyed having
someone who he could tell his stories to, without having to be told
how there was no way that world was real, or that he’d come from
there. At the same time though, he felt suspicious of her, since she
was the only person who didn’t call him a liar. When he finally
confronted her about it, he was shocked.

“If I can’t believe
in your world, how can I ever hope to go back to mine?” was all
she managed out at first.

“What do you mean?”
he asked.

“I mean I’m not from
this world either,” she said slowly. “The name for things
are different, and not all the things are here, that exist in mine.”

“Are you serious?”
he asked, sounding skeptical. “Or are you just making fun of
me?”

“I’m serious…”
she said, her face falling when she realized he didn’t believe her.
She walked into the room they’d given her, and burined her face in
her knees. It wasn’t until he spoke, that she realize he was sitting
in front of her.

“Tell me about your
world.” he said, his own face looking remorseful. She looked at
him quickly, as he had startled her. He noticed her cheeks were
flushed, and reached his hand out to brush away the rest of her
tears. “I’m sorry…” he told her, looking away for a
moment.

His eyes glanced up to
meet hers, when he felt a hand lay on his arm. “I understand…”
he nodded, knowing he’d been forgiven.

After that, she began to
tell him about her world. Of how the clothes women wore were less
restrictive; of how boats ran on steam, and electricity, powered by
paddles; of how planes were used daily for travel, and were much
larger. She described all of the different foods, and frozen treats,
of the way people always seem in a hurry there. She told of how the
forests, and farmlands had all but disappeared, and how cities were
constant and wide – spread.

When he asked…she
admitted the world she had come from was in a downward spiral. She
warned of the pollution factories. like the one Heiderich worked at,
would one day cause. She told of how science created so many weapons,
and how there was the nagging worry, that someone would destroy
everyone. She told him of how the peace that existed here, was an
unknown fantasy in her world; all the years she spent there, she
never knew real peace.

She went on to tell of how
she spent her life growing up in poverty; even admitting how selfish,
and self – serving her world’s people were. She told him she was no
better than any of her family, or the others who didn’t accept her.

“I was selfish…I
was never happy in my world, and even when I was, it would never
last.”

She said her hatred
died..but for so many years, she had hated the people around her;
hated her family, her own mother. It went on for so long, it just
died out, and it never came back. She doesn’t hate them anymore…but
she still has many unanswered questions…the one above all…was
simply, “why?”

As she was telling him all
this, he was watching her. Really looking at her. He really didn’t
see any hatred, as she descrived what had been done, and what she did
or did not do. She wasn’t angry…She wasn’t bitter. To him, she
seemed …lost..almost. Like she had never belonged anywhere in her
world. He could tell she had been through great pain…been betrayed
by the people who trusted the most.

Her eyes betrayed her
heaviest burden. The sadness, all the hurt she’d been given. Despite
it all, she was still willing to keep waiting. She was still seaching
for people to believe in, and until she found them, she would put her
faith in dreams…in hope and chances.

He finally told her one
day…that she was nothing like the other people of her world. She
stared at him for a moment, and asked simply, “Why?”

“You still believe
that there is hope, even when all that is good seems lost.” he
told her. She threw herself at him then. He held her tightly, resting
his chin on top of the head buried in his chest. She had her arms
wrapped around his waist, and he let her stay that way, rubbing
slowly swirls in her back, with his real arm.

The voice that spoke,
seemed almost lighter then. “Thank you..” she whispered,
and he kissed her forehead reassuringly.

* * *

The day came, when Edward
came home smirking. Alfons smiled, and called him on it, but his
smile quickly faded when Ed said he’d seen his brother, and that
there was a chance he’d get to leave this world after all. Later on,
Edward went after Alfond, who was on the way to the factory. He told
him to stop.

“Why should I, Ed?”
he asked, suddenly angry.

“Those people you
work for are trying to take over my world!” he yelled.

“So, Let them!”
Alfons yelled. He darted down the stairs, and Edward ran after him.
He finally caught up to him, when Alfons started coughing horribly.

“Are you sick? You
need to rest.” he said, but when he tried to reach for him, his
hand was smacked away.

“It’s a little late
to start caring now, Ed.” Alfons said coldly. He coughed,
hacking up blood into his hand. He made a fist, and took off. Edward
went back inside, slamming the door closed behind him. He sighed
heavily, leaning his back against the wood, and sliding down, to sit
on the ground.

“What’s wrong?”

He looked up, and realized
she was still there. She looked worried, and he groaned, and shook
his head. “It’s nothing…”

“You’re lying…”
she said, kneeling before him. “Did something happen with
Alfons?”

“How did you know?”
he laughed, half – heartedly.

“I heard yelling, and
took a guess…” she admitted, shrugging.

“You know why then..”
he sighed.

“No..I couldn’t make
out the words.” she shook her head.

“The people who hired
him are planning to invade my world,” he told her finally, after
a long moment of silence. Her eyes widened. “I can’t let that
happen…”

“Let me help you.”

He looked at her.
“What…?”

“I want to help in
anyway I can.” she said.

“You can’t, Mira!”
he said, suddenly panicked. “They’ll try to kill you!”

She touched his arm then.
“I am going to help.” she said, more firmly.

“You’re not giving me
a choice, are you? he asked, smiling a little.

"Not a chance.”

* * *

“Can you fly this
thing?” Ed asked, looking back at Fritz Lang.

“More or less,”
the man shrugged, from the pilot seat.

Edward looked over at the
girl beside him, as they carefully edged out onto the wing of the
plane. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, and she nodded.
“Okay!” the both jumped off at the same time.

They used their feet to
breal the window they jumped through. But, she missed the rim
entirely, falling straight down. While Ed had slammed into the
serpant’s body, which caused him to be thrown onto the rim, below the
circle. She landed down in the back of a truck, thankfully going
unnoticed by any of the soldiers. Meanwhile, Alfons stared up at Ed,
watching everything carefully.

Eckhart, and two soldiers
stood on the other side. “And here he is…dropped from the
heavens…seems we can’t do this without you,” Eckhart said.

“You mean using that
psychic army stand – in didn’t work,” he spat, angrily. “How
could you…”

“But it’s your world
on the other side, isn’t that right, Edward?” Noah asked.

“Well, it’s not
Shamballa, I can promise you that.” he said.

“I wanna see it…
no, I wanna go there, and never come back!” Noah screamed.
“Isn’t that the only place where I can belong? Another world,
where people won’t hate and distrust me?”

“You are a fool,
Noah!” a feminine voice screamed, and they looked down then.
Alfons eyes widened when he recognized her, and ran over, followed by
his team.

“What would you
know?!” Noah demanded.

“The world you want,
doesn’t exist!” she screamed. “There is no such thing as
perfection!”

Hoss glared at Alfons.
“Shut her up, or I will have her disposed of.” She glared
right back, but allowed Alfons to lead her away.

“I thought your
people were proud of their ways.” Ed spat harshly.

“But I want something
more!” Noah pleaded.

“Trust me…what lies
ahead for us…is no dream.”

* * *

Ametris : the
Alchemical World

Meanwhile, in Amertris:
Wrath was battling the mutated Gluttony, whose ouroboros mark had
been removed. He lured Gluttony over to the transmutation circle, and
punched his automail arm into the floor, as an anchor. Gluttony bit
into him, and Wrath told Alphonse Elric to transmute both of them. He
did.

* * *

The transmutation circle
started to glow, and Ed pointed a gun at it. “I wouldn’t do
that..” Eckhart warned, and pulled down a lever. It removed a
sheet that had been covering the serpant’s head. Edward looked at
what lie between Envy’s teeth in disbelief.

“Dad…How did he get
here?” he demanded. “What’s going on?”

“We found this was
the most effective approach for keeping the great serpent calm and
quiet,” Eckhart smirked, crossing her arms. “Luckily for
us, your father doesn’t die so easily.” Hohenheim groaned,
lifting himself up so he could look.

“Hey… there you
are..bout time…” he gasped, looking at him son.

How dad… How did they
catch you?“ Ed asked.

"Easily… I wanted
to create a portal between our worlds..by using the science and magic
they study on this side of the gate,” he explained. “Houshoffer
made me a proposal.”

“I’m getting you
down,” Ed put away the pistol, and started to move.

“Son…no,: Hohenheim
told him. "This is what I wanted. I’m a sinner, Ed… I failed
to bring my son back to life…instead I turned him into a monster,
and abandoned him.. ”

“I took the lives of
countless people to save myself..” he gasped, and went on. “Then
I couldn’t stop this beat from hurting you…” Envy, as the
serpant, growled lightly.

“So what?!”
Edward yelled. “How are those reasons for helping them!”
Hohenheim looked up at the circle above him. “You’re trying…to
get me home..” Ed said, his voice lower, as he realized.

“I will offer my life
as the price, then transmute Envy to open the portal…”
Hohenheim started to say.

“Forget about the
portal, I don’t need to go back!” Edward shook his head, and
screamed.

“Give Al…my
respects…” Hohenheim gasped, and started forcing Envy’s jaw
the rest of the way down, until it crunched, and he was dead, his
blood spewing down below. Edward collapsed to his knees in shock; He
looked up, in time to see a gateway form above. Suddenly, Eckhart
pulled a gun, from her jacket, and shot him, causing him to fall down
below.

“Why!” Mira
screamed. One of the nearby soldiers backhanded her, knocking her to
the ground.

“Prepare the rockets!
We’re going through!” Eckhart ordered.

* * *

“Really..your the
lucky one Ed…” a voice whispered.

Suddenly, Edward woke up,
and looked around. Alfons ran over, shushing him quickly. “What
is this?” he whispered, realizing he was strapped in.

“I’ve set everything
up so you can go back home…You can take this second rocket while
Eckhart isn’t looking..” he explained. “You ready?”

* * *

“Lietenant…Inform
the Fuhrer of our situation,” Eckhart ordered, and the soldier
ran off. “Professor…is the portal stabilized now?”

“It seems to be, but
that’s not the point. I don’t believe it’s Shamballa. I think that
Ed’s right!” he insisted.

“Yes….I’d realized
that,” Eckhart shot him in the arm.

* * *

“Right in the fake
arm…Good thing she’s a bad shot,” Alfons joked, while Ed
checked the damage. “Our rockets peak at over 2 kilometers per
second…should be enough speed to punch through the pressure, and
get out safe.” Ed looked at him. “That’s Houshoffer’s
theory, anyway,” he smiled. “This two seater shouldn’t have
any problem.”

“Two – seated?!”
Edward asked, shocked. A groan came from behind, and they both looked
back at the other seat.

“Oh..geez…”
she groaned, rubbing her neck where the soldier had hit her.

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