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It took me forever to fall asleep last night, but when I finally did, I had some amazing dreams. As I review them in my mind, I find them disturbing, which only proves that I need to stop watching amv's before bedtime.
Dream:
I was living out the story of my rp character, Rin Kimata, in the alchemic world of Amnitris[sp?]. If you don't watch FMA or haven't seen the Shambala movie, you may not know what or where Amnitris is, but it is the supposed reflection of our world. This is the world where rather than science and technology being key to survival, Alchemy was sought after rather than knowledge. Long story short, it is the world off of a tv show.
Anyways.... I'd befriended a state alchemist, who inspired me to become one myself. This state alchemist, well known in Amnitris as Fullmetal, was Edward Elric. I made my way to central, to a schedualed event that many alchemists attend. This was how I intended to become one of the state.
AS I sat on the train, I thought about something amazing to wow the people who I would have to prove my ability to. Nothing spectacular came to mind. With a noisy screach, and the scream of every passenger, the train lurched to a quick and un-schedualed stop. The outer doors flung open, inside peered the smirking face of a black haired woman. "Found her." The women yelled out as she climbed onto the train. Shw walked over to me and glared down with hateful eyes and a malicious smile. "Hello Rin." She whispered.
The peole she was obviously with, a fat stout man with a slack jaw, and a tall feminine man with long string hairthat stuck out in multiple directions. They boarded the train in the same manner, coming over to where I sat. I thought about darting past them and leavng the train, running as far as I could, but they would just chase after, and I was a slow runner anyways.
The man grinned and knelt down beside my seat, "Are you sure this is her? She doesn't look much like an alchemist." He asked his companions. Something in those words sparked an angry note with me, I balled up my fist and went to strike him. He caught my fist in the air and looked at it, "Yeah, It's her." He answered himself. It seemed my temper had given me away. He released my fist and let it fall back to my side, I stood in an outrage, ready to strike at him again, but biding my anger momentarily. He began to walk away then glanced over his shoulder at me. He quickly lunged to kick at me, and despite how I tried to dodge, his foot hit its mark, crashing into the side of my head. I fell to the floor with a graceless thud, unconcious.
When I awoke, alone, cold, and hindered by something. My arms were bound above my head, spread out in what otherwise would have been a welcoming guesture. My legs and body were tied flat. I struggled against the already tightened bonds, but the more I struggled the tighter they became. "Having fun?" Came a voice, the man's voice, the one who had kicked me before.
"Yeah, a blast." I retorted sharply. "Who the hell are you, and what the hell do you want?" I yelled.
"Just as fiesty as you pipsqueek friend I see." He laughed. I knew immediately who he was refering to, Edward. "Hasn't he told you about us? Aw, now I'm offended." HIs mock of offence only angered me more. I wanted nothing more or less than to punch him just once in his smug little face.
"Pipsqueek should be here soon enough," He said, "But until then, lets have some fun." He grinned again and raised his hand, showing a hack saw in one hand as the other came to rest on the side of the table I was bound to.
[Saving gorey details] A docter as he was not, he amputated my right arm.[It was horrible in the dream]
As he was about to begin on the next limb(other arm), something came crashing in from the doors behind us. "Let her go Envy!" I heard Ed scream.
"There is my pipsqeek." Envy said as he dropped the hacksaw, it landed dangerously close to my remaining arm, but just right so it slit to binds against that arm. Hard as it was I managed to untie my legs.
I could hear Ed fighting Envy, and Al's occasional input of cheerleader like remarks, but none of that seemed to regster. I climbed down from the table and grabbed hold of my disengaged arm. Hurrying out of sight, I couldn't let the brothers see me in such rough shape. I ran to a back room and fell to the floor. The pain was begining to disorient me. Some how (not sure how) I managed to stumble across some leather string. I sutured my arm back in it's place, not bothering to connect nerves or any of that crap, just flesh to flesh. The sounds of fighting from the other room had faded out, and now some one was calling to me. I rose to my feet and stumbled out to them.
I'm not sure how I got home, I guess I passed out, and I woke up back in a hospital bed in a local[Risenbool} hospital.
In Amnitris, medical technology was far from good, people died every day of limb loss and simple things of such natures. I listened to the doctors tell me how lucky I was that some one brought me in soon enough for them to fix my shoty reattatchment job. With a glance at my bear arm I could see that it was stitched in place with fresh leather stitches. The skin was starting to heal, and my fingers could move, but I could never remove the stitched, they were like a lifeline for my nerves.
So long story short, I lost my arm in my dream and had to live the rest of my life with leather stitches running through my arms. Yay! Wait....
That was a really long story about a really crappy dream.... guess that shows you how much I have to do today. sweatdrop