The Blade Alchemist

by Greivous166

A soldier in the military has been having the same odd dream for months. A white void, a large door, and a creepy looking fellow who calls himself "Truth". He doesn't understand at first, that is until he is killed in action. When he is taken to the gate, a new journey begins for him as he learns about his new home. Follows the FMA Brotherhood series with slight twists. ExW, OCxOC.

1. The Dreams

The Blade Alchemist

The Dreams

Drakes POV

White, nothing but white. No floor, walls, or ceiling. It doesn't matter where I look, everything is white. And so quiet. Not like at night where you can hear the crickets chirp, or hear the wind blowing by your ears. Absolute silence. In fact, as I look around, I see that I am the only thing, living or otherwise, in this strange place. "Hello",I call out. I wait for a few seconds to hear a reply, but no answer. "Is anyone there? Can anyone hear me?" Again I wait for even the slightest hint of an answer, or even just any form of noise in particular.

…..Nothing.

I start to take a few steps, turning and looking every which way for any hint of life. "Hello there." Shocked, I quickly turn around to the sound of the voice, only to be faced with a large, stone doorway of some sort towering over me. Where the hell did this thing come from?! There is no way I could have missed seeing something as large as that! And it was no understatement. This door of sorts had to be around ten to fifteen feet wide, and at least four times that in height! I mean nobody could have possibly missed it, even from miles away! I decided to take a second to study the door a little, seeing as it was the only thing there besides me. On the door was a carving of what looked to be a large tree with branches extending out on either side. There were also some letters or words littered all around it that appeared to be Latin, possibly Greek or the such.

"I've been waiting for you" I twitched at the sound of the strange voice again, but the sound and tone of it caused me to sweat a little. I looked at where the strange voice was coming from. At the base of the stone door was a person, or…..being?, sitting Indian style. What I immediately noticed about this 'person' was he is completely white. Not caucasian or such, just….white. It looked like someone who thought it was a great idea to go swimming in a pool of white paint! But as if that wasn't odd enough, I looked closer and saw that he had no eyes! What's more, he seemed to had some sort of black hue around his form. And then there was that smile. I was shocked about where I was, that 'door', and the being that sat before me. But the only thing that gave me the slightest bit of fear was that sinister smile.

I swallowed with my eyes wide and fixated on the strange being, until suddenly the door opened. Inside was solid black, like a moonless night. The doors stopped moving and then a great, large 'eye' opened in the middle of the darkness, and I felt a terrible pain in my legs. I look down to see that both of my legs are gone! Just….gone! I felt something grab onto me and pull me. I look up to see dozens of strange black hands lifting me up and pulling me into the doorway. I try to struggle against it but there were too many of them. I managed to turn around and see the door closing behind me, the last thing I see being the one thing that for some reason I truly feared. That smile!

BEEP BEEP BEEP

BEEP BEEP BEEP

I thrust myself up out of sleep clutching my chest, my breathing completely hysteric, sweat pouring from my face, and my heart beating very rapidly. I try to slow down my breathing to bring my heart rate back down to earth. Then something quickly occurred to me. I reach down to the foot of the cot and rip the covers off. Underneath were two fleshy limbs with feet attached. I let out a sigh of relief and closed my eyes. Still there. Thank god my legs are still there. After a couple of minutes I finally managed to get my heart rate and breathing back to normal.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

BEEP BEEP BEEP

The alarm on my clock started beeping again, from lack of pressing to 'Off' button and instead going into 'Snooze' mode. "Just shut up already." I reach over and press the button on top of the alarm clock that was sitting on the small folding table next to my cot, causing the alarm to silence. I lay back down on my back and press my hands up against my forehead and over my eyes. I began rubbing the front and sides of my face to coast the sleep away. "Goddamn it." I said and as I lie there I began to run over the weird dream I just had.

That dream again. The same dream over and over again every night. It's not that its a nightmare, but then….it's not a good dream either. I once read that dreams like this tend to come to those who are stressed out, but what am I stressed about? I've been blown up, shot at, and stabbed. But now everything over here has calmed down. There has not even been a single shot fired in over a year besides simple crimes and such. I have no reason to be stressed. But yet I've been having the same exact dream for months now. I don't understand it, they have to mean something.….Don't they?

KNOCK KNOCK

I was pulled back to my senses with the loud tapping on the door to my 'room' (if you consider a

7ft X 5ft construction site office shack as a room) that only added to my bad evening. At the time, my platoon was assigned to night patrols, so we had to sleep during the day. "Sergeant Ganters, are you awake?" I instantly recognized the voice belonging to Private Lucas, my tanks driver. His driving wasn't the best the army had by a large margin, but he was by no means an idiot. He was one of the few drivers I knew who could get the vehicle to do what he wanted it to with no issues. His main issue in regards to driving was that he had a tenancy to misjudge distance, resulting in numerous 'fender-benders' (fender-bender meaning that we normally had to pull fenders from our tracks). "Yeah, I'm up. What do you need?" I replied back. "The LT wants to see all TC's in front of his shack in 15 minuets, Sarge." I gave a silent moan to myself, then sighed. Goddamn it! One thing after another! God I want to smack that guy so bad!

"Roger, thanks. I'll be right there." I gave a long sigh and groaned again. Then I heard Lucas speak again, "Oh, and last thing Sarge. Our tank just got back from the mechanics 2 hours ago. They said its good to go." That's right, I almost forgot about that.4days ago, our tanks' main hydraulic line in the turret blew its seal and gave the equipment and the entire crew a shower in FRH (Fire Retardant Hydraulic). I've had to wash blood out of my uniform a few times before, even the notorious 'Georgia clay', but tank hydraulic fluid is by far the worst. And don't get me started on when it comes to cleaning it off your body. "Roger", I answered.

After hearing Lucas walk away, I got up and began getting dressed. As much as I hate it, I was forced to sleep in only my boxers due to the triple digit outside temperature and a busted air conditioner. Total indoor temp, a whopping 87 degrees! The fan helped a little, but not by much.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

BEEP BEEP BEEP

"GODDAMN IT! SHUT THE HELL UP!" I yelled under my breath as I slammed my hand on the alarm clock again. "This is NOT going to be a good day!" I put on my uniform top, grabbed my carbine and pistol and left the room to see what the LT wanted. As always, the first thing I notice when I walk out is the unbearable heat. Holy shit its hot, and its only June! I am not looking forward to July and August. Annnnndddd, that just made it worse. Now because I was thinking about it, the temp just went up by 20-30 degrees.

I came around the corner to see my Platoon Sergeant, Sergeant First Class Yeti (and yes, he is just as big as one too, I still cant believe that guy can fit through the tank hatch!), and my counterpart Staff Sergeat Quillo. They were already chatting away with the Platoon Leader (LT) First Lieutenant Zeeks (bad day for him if we have to do anything in alphabetical order). "Good evening sir." I said as I walked up and saluted him, which he returned. "Evening Sergeant Ganters. Ok, now that everyone is here I'll give you the rundown.

We all pulled out our pens and notepads so we could take notes on the briefing. "The CO is changing our shifts back over to days, and as much as I tried to have our mission either canceled or switched to one of the other platoons, he said no. So unfortunately, we have our mission tonight as well as the mission tomorrow back-to-back. After the mission tonight we will…..." The LT's words were then cut off as I began thinking about the ordeal in my head. I FUCKING KNEW IT! WORST DAY EVER! My thought was drowning out everything, but I somehow still managed to take down notes, until when he said my name I was pulled back from thought. "Sergeant Ganters, before we head out I want your crew to take out your victor for a test run. Give it a thorough test to make sure the hydro lines are good to go. I doubt you guys want to take another tank shower." It made me a little upset that he had to bring that up, but I gave him a little chuckle to just be polite. The other two were smiling and shaking their heads.

"Roger, sir." So much for going to the dining facility for dinner before the patrol. The LT continued, "I did manage to convince the CO to allow a late departure, so the SP time is now 2200 HRS (10:00pm) Any questions?" I slowly raised my hand and the three of them turned to me. "Yes Ganters?" I put my hand back down and cleared my throat. "Just one sir. Are you sure your parents know you stay up late at night?" The two Sergeants next to me started busting out laughing as the LT just gave me a stern stare. "I mean…if I had kids…I'd make sure they were in bed by nine. As Yeti and Quillo knows, you let kids stay up, their grumpy as hell." Yeti and Quillo were now laughing even harder and I swear I could see the LT's eye twitching. "Dismissed." he replied in a low and commanding tone. We all saluted him and left to relay the new orders to our crews. Yup, I went back into thought. Worst day ever!

I continued walking until I got to Specialist Wilks room, my loader, and knocked. After a minuet, the door opened and I saw Private Lucas. "Oh, perfect. We'll meet up here in five. I'll be right back with Ramos." Lucas and Wilks both nodded and closed the door while I walked on to Sergeant Ramos' room. As I approached his door, it opened and he started walking out. "Oh, hey Sarge. Wanna head to dinner with me?" I sighed and shook my head. "No time. Crew meeting at Wilks' room. Lets go." I heard him let out a sigh, but he nodded. "Roger. Well, lets go then. Care to tell me how bad?" I shot him a sidewards glance and shook my head. "Bad." I simply put it, then he lowered his head and moaned. "Great. This is going to be a bad day." I turned back forward to knock on Wilks' door, then opened it after he answered. I gestured for Ramos to enter, which he did. You have no idea. I thought as I closed the door behind us.