A prequel series to In Living Memory, by Mikkeneko
He thought, for a fleeting instant, that he ought to feel some kind of guilt—but he couldn’t muster any.
You're the only person on earth who will ever be able to read this message.
"Fuck, I have a gang," Ed breathed in horror, about to take a seat.
PR, we need PR, he kept telling himself, but at this point he didn't think he could string more than two sentences together.
Bravado. Make them regret they ever talked to you.
Ed began to understand why some people talked to themselves.
"I'm told by Mr. Mason that you resisted being fed, and he had you punished for that."
The advantage to being so distinctive-looking was that sometimes Edward didn't have to look for people; they found him first.
In the winter months the ground was too hard to dig ditches, so instead they chipped rocks.
"Aww, is the rough and tough Elric crying for his dead brother?" sneered a voice in his ringing ears.
He grabbed the nearest inmate by the front of his shirt and hauled him up. "Where is he!?" he roared.
"Mai--" Ed didn't finish his sentence as he stared at the three-inch stack of letters in Foley's hand.
"You report here every Monday at eight o'clock in the morning, on the dot, and call me every other day. You fail to report or call, and your ass is grass."