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Fullmetal Alchemist › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
841
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1
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 3
With the use of a modern piece of technology called a computer, I was able to find information about where Rachel and my future self lived. I realized that we probably wouldn’t be able to get back to the past for a while, but if I was back with my wife now, things would be okay. What I was unsure of was about Al and Greta. Yusuke, Keiko, and Kuwabara had heard nothing about them. The next morning, our group caught a ride to the local train station, and we began our journey.
When we arrived in a town called Oceanside an hour or so later, we found that it was pretty easy to get around the area. The busses were relatively inexpensive, and there was enough places around that if we needed to acquire jobs, we would be able to relatively quickly. Looking at the address, I found that it wasn’t too far from the train station, so we all started walking. I started to wonder what would happen when I saw my older self, and what Rachel would say when she saw me again. One of my biggest questions, though, was what shape I would be in at 99 years old?
Arriving at the house that was listed on the paper, I saw a stone-carved transmutation circle hanging on the front porch, and I knew that this was the place. There were a number of people around, and a banner on the front porch with the words “Happy Anniversary, Grandma and Grandpa!” I smiled. This would really throw them all for a loop.
“Excuse me, but where can I find Mr. and Mrs. Elric,” I asked one of the kids. “I mean, your Grandpa Ed and Grandma Rachel.”
“I’ll take you to them,” she said. I looked back at Al, and he grinned. I was meeting my grandchildren! “Gwampa Ed, someone’s here to see you!”
“Who is it, Kathy?” I heard a very old voice say. His smile quickly turned to one of shock and we looked each other in the eyes. “You two.”
“Can we speak to you in private?” Al asked. “We don’t want to keep you from your anniversary party, but we really need to find out how to get back to our time.”
“You know, I remember when I WAS you, and Al and I suddenly found ourselves in a strange place with lots of strange people, missing the women we loved and longing to get back home,” he said after we had walked into the study. “But just so you know, even though you’re here in this time for a while, only a day passes in 1928. Rachel and Greta were worried about us, but no plans were changed, and as you can see, my family has grown a great deal in those eighty years.”
“I can see that,” I said. “How did you get back?”
“I had to start a new life here for about six months,” he said. “Then, just as suddenly as I had arrived in this time, I was taken back. As strange as it sounds, I remember having this exact conversation with my older self as well.”
“Well, that’s a relief,” Al said. “What is going on here in this time? Like, what are the major conflicts?”
“Look behind you, Alphonse, and you’ll see the majority of the war happenings of this half of the century,” the older me said. As I looked, the main one that stuck out to me was something that had happened only a few years before.
“U.S. World Trade Center destroyed by terrorists,” I read aloud. “But how?”
“Two airplanes, commercial passenger jets, struck the World Trade Center towers, causing them to collapse, killing thousands of people,” he said. “Including one of my older grandchildren.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Al said. The older me could tell that we both had one specific question on our minds, regarding Al and Greta, but we were afraid to ask.
“You’re wondering about my brother, aren’t you?” he said, and we nodded. “Well, he and Greta came with us on the ship to America, and he became a professor at a college in San Diego, which is the city that you just came from. Their three children are here, but unfortunately, he died of something that seems to be hereditary, as it is also what killed our mother.”
“What?” I cried. I couldn’t believe it, even if it was coming from my older self’s mouth. “How old was he?”
“Not quite sixty years old,” he said. “He’d lived a good life, and his grandchildren were close to starting their own families by that time. My only regret is that I didn’t see it coming, and I wasn’t there when he went. Much like our mother, he collapsed in his home, and Greta came home and found his body on the floor next to the kitchen table.”
“Do you think he knew about it before it happened?” Al asked, and the older me shook his head.
“He was a strong man, but one day his heart just gave out,” he said. Suddenly, one of the man’s children ran into the room, frantically looking for him. “Shanice, what happened?”
“It’s Mom!” My eyes widened in shock, fear, and panic. “We think she’s having a stroke!” As quickly as he could, the older man plodded out of the room toward the door of the house. He had tears in his eyes because he already knew what was happening, and I knew I was soon to find out myself. By the time we reached the back yard, I could see the old man holding his wife’s body, crying his eyes out and begging her to stay with him. But from the ashen white skin and the way her eyes stared out at nothing, I could already tell that she had been dead before she had hit the ground.
“Oh, Brother…” Al said, holding onto me as I started crying as well. “She’s all right, Brother. She’s gone to Heaven now, and you’ll be okay.”
“When we go back, we must never tell anyone about this, especially not Rachel or Greta,” I said through my tears. “No one should know how old they are when they’re going to die."
End Chapter 3
When we arrived in a town called Oceanside an hour or so later, we found that it was pretty easy to get around the area. The busses were relatively inexpensive, and there was enough places around that if we needed to acquire jobs, we would be able to relatively quickly. Looking at the address, I found that it wasn’t too far from the train station, so we all started walking. I started to wonder what would happen when I saw my older self, and what Rachel would say when she saw me again. One of my biggest questions, though, was what shape I would be in at 99 years old?
Arriving at the house that was listed on the paper, I saw a stone-carved transmutation circle hanging on the front porch, and I knew that this was the place. There were a number of people around, and a banner on the front porch with the words “Happy Anniversary, Grandma and Grandpa!” I smiled. This would really throw them all for a loop.
“Excuse me, but where can I find Mr. and Mrs. Elric,” I asked one of the kids. “I mean, your Grandpa Ed and Grandma Rachel.”
“I’ll take you to them,” she said. I looked back at Al, and he grinned. I was meeting my grandchildren! “Gwampa Ed, someone’s here to see you!”
“Who is it, Kathy?” I heard a very old voice say. His smile quickly turned to one of shock and we looked each other in the eyes. “You two.”
“Can we speak to you in private?” Al asked. “We don’t want to keep you from your anniversary party, but we really need to find out how to get back to our time.”
“You know, I remember when I WAS you, and Al and I suddenly found ourselves in a strange place with lots of strange people, missing the women we loved and longing to get back home,” he said after we had walked into the study. “But just so you know, even though you’re here in this time for a while, only a day passes in 1928. Rachel and Greta were worried about us, but no plans were changed, and as you can see, my family has grown a great deal in those eighty years.”
“I can see that,” I said. “How did you get back?”
“I had to start a new life here for about six months,” he said. “Then, just as suddenly as I had arrived in this time, I was taken back. As strange as it sounds, I remember having this exact conversation with my older self as well.”
“Well, that’s a relief,” Al said. “What is going on here in this time? Like, what are the major conflicts?”
“Look behind you, Alphonse, and you’ll see the majority of the war happenings of this half of the century,” the older me said. As I looked, the main one that stuck out to me was something that had happened only a few years before.
“U.S. World Trade Center destroyed by terrorists,” I read aloud. “But how?”
“Two airplanes, commercial passenger jets, struck the World Trade Center towers, causing them to collapse, killing thousands of people,” he said. “Including one of my older grandchildren.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Al said. The older me could tell that we both had one specific question on our minds, regarding Al and Greta, but we were afraid to ask.
“You’re wondering about my brother, aren’t you?” he said, and we nodded. “Well, he and Greta came with us on the ship to America, and he became a professor at a college in San Diego, which is the city that you just came from. Their three children are here, but unfortunately, he died of something that seems to be hereditary, as it is also what killed our mother.”
“What?” I cried. I couldn’t believe it, even if it was coming from my older self’s mouth. “How old was he?”
“Not quite sixty years old,” he said. “He’d lived a good life, and his grandchildren were close to starting their own families by that time. My only regret is that I didn’t see it coming, and I wasn’t there when he went. Much like our mother, he collapsed in his home, and Greta came home and found his body on the floor next to the kitchen table.”
“Do you think he knew about it before it happened?” Al asked, and the older me shook his head.
“He was a strong man, but one day his heart just gave out,” he said. Suddenly, one of the man’s children ran into the room, frantically looking for him. “Shanice, what happened?”
“It’s Mom!” My eyes widened in shock, fear, and panic. “We think she’s having a stroke!” As quickly as he could, the older man plodded out of the room toward the door of the house. He had tears in his eyes because he already knew what was happening, and I knew I was soon to find out myself. By the time we reached the back yard, I could see the old man holding his wife’s body, crying his eyes out and begging her to stay with him. But from the ashen white skin and the way her eyes stared out at nothing, I could already tell that she had been dead before she had hit the ground.
“Oh, Brother…” Al said, holding onto me as I started crying as well. “She’s all right, Brother. She’s gone to Heaven now, and you’ll be okay.”
“When we go back, we must never tell anyone about this, especially not Rachel or Greta,” I said through my tears. “No one should know how old they are when they’re going to die."
End Chapter 3