lost moonchild: I'm only writing this because somebody challenged me to write a Full Metal Alchemist fan fiction. So to get this story started, I don't own Full Metal Alchemist. I only own the characters who aren't part of Full Metal Alchemist so don't sue!
PROLOGUE
---UNKNOWN POV---
"BROTHER!"
I woke up with a start and looked around wildly, calming down slightly when I saw my favorite sister sound asleep on the couch. Her hand constructed purely out of automail rested on her stomach which was also constructed partially of automail. I could see dried tear stains on her face, the only traces of the pain she had gone through just hours ago when I put the automail over her burns. "Automail freak.." My sister murmured shifting slightly.
"Alchemy slut." I answered with a smile knowing she'd stay quiet.
That was our personal codes for telling if one of us was nearby. She'd call me an automail freak and I'd call her an alchemy slut in response. Mother and father used to laugh at our codes, both saying that we had such a pleasant way of talking to each other and how they'd feel sorry for the other when we got married.
Mother and father…
Both were dead, mother dying six months after father's mysterious disappearance from the military. "Missing in action," the military's letter had said without explaining what he had been doing. That one letter nearly sent mother into complete insanity, but she stuck around for six months before wasting away completely after giving birth to one more child.
So for the past six and a half months sister has made sure that everybody was taken care of. She even went into a burning house to save one of our little brothers and sisters which resulted in her hand being burned bad enough that it had to be amputated and her stomach practically being burned open. Our five year old sister escaped without her foot which was made of automail but that was being remade right now. Our five year old brother, our footless sister's twin, made it out with minor burns that wouldn't leave any scars later on.
"Alchemy bastards…" Sister murmured shivering a little. "Bastards of the military…"
I glanced at my sleeping sister knowing enough not to wake her up and ask. She wouldn't remember saying anything and would start shouting at me about how I could jinx the family. So I kept my mouth shut and finished working on our little sister's foot before closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep not caring much about what my sister was whispering.
---END POV---
lostmoonchild: Okay, how many people are actually going, "What the hell?" or "Is this chick crazy? Where's Ed and Al?" or "I'm not reading this stupid story because Ed and Al aren't in it."? Don't worry, Ed and Al will come in the next chapter. So read and review, flames will be used to torture somebody...