A Cat's Story

Edward picked up an old looking book and blew the dust off the worn cover. "This one looks promising!" He exclaimed, a wide grin coming onto his face as he opened the large book.

"I don't know brother, we've been searching this place for days. I don't think anything's here." Al mumbled, his fiery soul eyes scanned the ratty looking room.

Piles of books surrounded them as they lay carelessly on the floor. The shelves in the room were stripped bare.

"I think I found something Al!" Edward pointed his finger at the page as he scanned over it. He laid his finger on a sentence scrawled on the page.

"It talks about how to create a Philosophers stone! Here's the transmutation circle and everything! Al, I think we finally found it!" Edward cried happily, his golden eyes wide with excitement.

"I think we should inform the Colonel of what we found. This place is really old. Who know if those books are really reliable or not, what if it's a trap?" Al started fumbling with his fingers, sending metallic scraping through the old house.

Dust fell from the cobwebs that were housed on the ceiling, falling onto Edwards blond hair; dulling its usual shine as he rolled his eyes.

"Right Al, because someone hundreds of years ago thought it would be funny to set a random trap for some guy he didn't know years in the future so they could get a good laugh out of it." He said as he shook his head at the ridiculousness of it.

"Besides, why would the Colonel care what we do? He's too busy with his paperwork to care about us and you know it!" Edward flopped the big dusty book onto the floor and pulled a piece of chalk from his coat pocket.

"Now, lets get this party started!" He started copying the transmutation circle onto the floor, carefully dragging long strokes of chalk into a circle.

"I don't think this is a good idea, brother. I'm going to get the Colonel since you won't listen to me." Al turned and ran through the old door leading to the outside.

"Fine whatever. By the time you get back, we'll have the Philosophers stone and we can finally have our bodies back!" He focused his golden eyes on the book, making sure to copy the circle correctly.

He added the last few lines to the circle. "There." He felt an uneasy feeling coming over him, warning him to stop. "No, we've come too far to stop now!" He clapped and slammed his hands onto the circle.

It activated with the blue light of alchemy. He could feel the power energy cursing through his body. He grinned, it was working!. They were going to get their bodies back! He had succeeded!

Then the light of the circle changed to a harsh green light, it was blinding. He shut his golden eyes as the light hit them, a strong wind picked up; blowing his blond braid out behind him.

Books had their pages ripped from them as they flew around the room in a flock of white. The sounds of books tearing filled his ears. He wanted to cover them, he wanted to block out the horrible sound but he couldn't lift his hands from the circle.

Pain cursed through his body, it felt like a thousand daggers were entering his skin, over and over again. He felt his bones slowly cracking and breaking as he let out a heart stopping scream.

He fell to the floor, he could feel his body being ripped apart. Tears fell onto the floor as he gasped for breath.

"I'm...Sorry...Al." He groaned through clenched teeth. His fists were balled tightly, ripping through the soft tissue of his left hand.

He breathed in one last deep breath then his vision went black. The last sounds he heard was the horrible wind and papers flying around.

He blacked out.