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Edward vs. Edward *Note: This little fanfic thing shall be written in a play style. Kindrix is me, Nik is...Nik, my uke cat boy who wanted to help with this, and the rest is pretty easy to figure out. Please note that this is an anti-Twilight fic, so any Twihards who want to kill me after, go join some sort of Twilight cult instead of wasting your time reading this. Thank you, and please continue reading if you are interested.* Kindrix: *walks into view with a hairbrush being used as a microphone* Hello ladies and gentlemen! Today, we bring you a little presentation of the famous (or infamous, take your pick) Twilight! Here to help us is-

The Proof Record Document I: How much? The door slammed shut with a loud crash as Alphonse struggled to lead his injured brother into their old London apartment, trying desperately to ignore the trailing blood behind him. He ever so gently laid the shivering boy down on the soft bed, and frantically tried to remove the bloodstained jacket and once white shirt from him. Cold hands brushed the skin of his forearm and he felt them shake as his brother coughed slightly, streams of red sliding down ashen cheeks. "Al-Alphonse?" Edward choked out, struggling to breathe and a soft panic filled his dimmed golden orbs as he bit his lip to stop more c