For most, Central was a nice place. But for the Alchemists, it wasn't.
You would think that no one could really kill an Alchemist. But there was one, who could and would. He didn't like them. He appearently has markings on one of his arms, that told him, he was supposed to seek out those Alchemists, of which had strayed off there path.
Alchemy, is one of the sciences that is the supposed link to being far greater. But like all things, it has rules...
Three years after the first killing, a young kid, about 15 walked into the State building, and applied to take the exam. At first, people thought it was some joke. But when his results came, and his marks were nothing less of straight A+'s, no one doubted he was trying to copy Edward Elric.
Later I heard his name was "Tüirmön Sköld", but at times he was called "Krëüz". His hair was black. He always wore black. And his face, was as white as the snow. He also passed the skills exam, which required you to show off your skills, and see if you are really good.
But two days after his skills exam, the killer took out another SA. And the king himself, had asked to see him.
"Sir, he is here". "Good. Bring him in." the king said as he sat down behind his desk. Sköld walked in, and stood infront of the kings desk, with his right arm in his pocket, his left hanging at his side. "You wanted to see me?".Theking picked up a piece of paper, inscribed with red and black lettering:
"The Name 'The Bläck Krëüz' is hereby bestowed by The King, to 'Tüirmön Sköld', on the date '4/5/2050' "
"Well, Krëüz, your first mission, is to find all reports, documents, and other sources, involving 'Welmiar, Berlin'. I give you full acscess to any information you might need. You may go, if you have no questions."
"No sir"Tüirmön walked out, left the state building,walked in his house, which was not far from the State building.
