Setting: Entrance Room
Time: Day 009
Summary: Russel arrives to the house.
Warnings: Minor language
It had been a hell of a week. Hell, it had been less than a week, but it felt like it had been more. He had done things he had regretted. Russel had done things he will never forgive himself for. He really should have listened. But no. He hadn't.
But this? This had been unexpected. One moment they were there. The next moment they were gone. Panic was his first reaction.
He could care less whether or not the Elrics vanished into ether. But Fletcher? He was all his brother had, and he was half (well, actually more) of Russel's reason for going on. He had to take care of his brother. And now they were all gone.
He turned around, pulling at the door. He needed to get out. He needed to go back. If he could just get to the other side, he was sure Fletcher would be there. If only. But no. The door isn't budging. He falls to his knees, everything playing out in his head. He can only imagine what Fletcher thinks of him right now. He has to look like the worst brother in the world. He can only envision someone seeing him losing sight of everything good and not being able to recognize that it was all with good intent. It just got a little out of control.
Fletcher. He needs to get to his brother. He needs attention. He's going to be ill. He needs someone to take care of him. He needs his brother.
And so Russel doesn't give up. He can't. He needs to get out. He's not interested in finding out what happened or where he is. He just needs to get back. Now.
He has chalk in his pocket. He's already fallen to his knees at the door, and he looks at the ground, starting to draw a transmutation circle. He's not going to leave Fletcher alone. Ever. There's no way the kid can take being abandoned again. And definitely not after what just happened.