Wednesday, April 13, 2005

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Her eyes slowly opened. She was sore all over from the cuts thanks to the holly bush. Then she noticed the pain in her leg and tried to move.
‘Sit still, you must be calm.’
She hadn’t noticed the boy sitting by her side. His eyes were the same as hers and his dirty blonde hair flicked across his head. He was not the guy from before. Had she possibly dreamt that moment?
‘What is your name?’ the lad asked gently.
She tried to speak but her voice was caught in her throat.
‘Winry,’ another voice said.
He walked in, she had not dreamt it. But she had dreamt of him many times. Nothing but his face yet it was etched into her memory. She shrank back in fear. How did he know her?
‘Who…who are you?’ she stuttered.
For a moment for two more he studied her, before replying, ‘Edward Elric.’
She had heard this name before. Master had mentioned it around her before. He had always said it with a harsh tone in his voice. She knew that tone well for it was all she heard when he spoke to her.
‘Where am I, how do you know me, do you work for him too?’ she asked in a panicked voice.
‘You are at our home. I have tended to your wounds,’ the gentle boy said. ‘My name is Al. We don’t work for anyone. Please be calm.’
Yet she could not. Edwards eye scrutinized her in a way she had never been before. Men looked at her in a way that disgusted her, but his glare was something altogether different. She couldn’t look him in the eye, but she knew he stared.
‘Who were you running from back there?’ Ed asked.
She would not answer for she did not want to. It was this stubbornness that had got her into such trouble in the first place. So what if she did not want to be what they wanted her to be. She would take the beatings for she was strong.
But his eye was on her again and it sent shivers through her. It was as if he could read everything about her just by looking. Had he dreamt of her?
‘I’ll go make some tea, which should help calm you.’
She smiled as best she could at Al as he left. She wanted him to remain but kept quiet. Ed took the place on the chair next to the bed.
‘How do you know my name?’
He laughed. This angered her, what on earth could be so funny.
‘It is a long story, but I assure you I do not know that man who was chasing you. Why was he chasing you? If you are in some kind of trouble you must tell me.’
‘Why do you care?’
Her question was so abrupt it shocked her as well as him. She finally met his golden glare and did not let it go.


Ed stopped dead in his tracks, why did he care?
He had always tried to help anyone in trouble. She had seemed in trouble. That’s all it was right?
Just as it was with Al, it was hard to look at her and not think of his own Winry back at home. Her eyes may have been a slightly darker blue but they were just as wide and innocent. Pinako had always said she could get away with murder just by looking at someone. She certainly did with him anyway. Only once had she ever given him the wide eyed look and not he given in. What haunted him most was the look in her eyes when they had departed for the last time. He had hoped he had seen something there…something new.
‘I just care, that’s why. How is your leg?’
She flushed when she realised it was exposed. He had to keep from a snigger. She was so skittish yet so stubborn.
‘It’s fine. Why did you bring me here?’
‘I couldn’t just leave you there…’
‘No. Why didn’t you take me back there?’
He sighed, ‘You ran away for a reason. Are you…are you…a Jew?’
She looked at him for a moment and then shook her head. That was his greatest fear for her put to rest. She looked ashamed however.
‘He…’ she began as if answering his questionable look, ‘he hates them and wants them all dead. He doesn’t like new people…or anyone who is different.’
He dared again. ‘Why were you running from him?’
She sighed. ‘I am not the same as my sisters.’
‘Sisters?’
She nodded. ‘All married with children. All social elites. I am not one of them and never want to be.’ She shook her head. ‘What am I telling you for?’
He went to respond when a commotion was heard downstairs. There was the sound of someone thumping upstairs.
The door burst open.

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