Disclaimer: I don't even know what a disclaimer is, but I've seen these all the time, So I guess I should put it. I don't own Full Metal Alchemist, but I do own my own creations like Trey, The Ice Alchemist. Yeah."
With her back leaning against the wall, she stood there, innocent and unaware of her surroundings. In one hand, she held the barrel of a rifle; the strap placed diagonally across the front of her body. She panted heavily as strands of brown hair fell to her shoulders in a mess.
"Run! Go now! Run!"
A boy taller than her ran towards her, him too holding a rifle. He grabbed her shoulder and pulled her away.
"C'mon! We have to go now!"
They were running through the dark street. A shot whizzed through the air, and the boy fell to the ground. The girl stopped and tried to pick him up. The boy yelled in pain, "Forget about me! Just save yourself!" Several men dressed in uniform were holding guns and rifles as they advanced dangerously. One of the men growled, "No where to run, you filthy Ishvarites." Tattoos on both of the girl's arms flashed as she clapped her hands and struck the ground with her palms. Bodies all around her became brutally altered in the attempt to save her and the rest of them. A beam of light. Alchemy.
"Did you see what that girl did?"
A flash of light, and everything was turning to ice. A man dodged and came to her, not laughing. He grinded his teeth furiously. There was an explosion. A huge beam of white light exploded over them sending the man flipped backwards in the opposite direction. The girl while shards of broken glass and metal hit her face. Others were yelling only to be drowned out by more explosions. Holding an axe, the same man came from behind and slashed the girl's right arm off. She screamed. The boy sent a stream of bullets into the man's face. The boy laid lifeless as he called out, "Do what I say for once, dammit!" The girl fell on her knees, her left hand clutching at the stump of her right shoulder. It was bleeding endlessly, ever endlessly. Boots on boots marched quickly toward her.
"Check in here!"
Policemen?
"Sir, this way!"
Military officials. The soldiers in blue uniforms holding guns. Under all the rubble, the girl was panicking and staring into the national alchemists. She was groaning, and her vision was getting blurry.
"Sir, there are children trapped under here!"
A stampede of soldiers rushed by her. They were shoving the concrete pieces of collapsed building out. The girl heard gasps. Soldiers from the far end were screaming, "What the hell!" Someone was digging the girl out. A man. He was pulling the girl out. He was looking into her face. The girl was trembling and infuriated that the soldiers would return for more.
"Hey, calm down. Who are you?"
The girl cowered from his hand. Apparently "touch" registered as "pain" in her mind, and there was nothing anybody could do to change it. She stood up. Her clothes were ragged and bloody, and her face was caked with mud. She was taking steps back. The man stood up and stared back at her with a look of shock.
"What the hell happened to you, kid?"
The girl was tugging at her pocket as she fell back into the building. Only one side of the building was broken into. She walked back into the shadows. A gun. She was holding it in her twitching hand.
"You killed my friends, and you come back? I'll shoot you!"
Someone was gasping. They saw her visible empty space where her right arm used to be. Blood was pouring out. The man edged closer. Someone pulled him back.
"Colonel, don't! She's unstable!"
The girl looked down. She did a double take. It was her friend; her friend who had called out to her to run before she did her alchemy. The boy called out to her, "Run, you freakin' idiot!" The girl dropped her gun. Mistake.
"You'll pay for what you did, little punk ass!"
The evil man was back with a vengeance holding large machine gun. He laughed maniacally and held the gun directly over the girl's head. The girl whispered, "O Lord, help me," as she held her hand up to the air. A flash of light, and the man's faced was covered in ice crystals. The man fell back, screaming. The ice was piercing through his face. The military soldiers were all exchanging glances of surprise. The girl pulled back. The military man yelled, "Fire!" Thousands of gunshots echoed. The girl fell back and anguish closed her eyes.
