Author's Note: To be honest, this was written a long time ago, but I scanned it over and it seemed interesting, so I decided "What the hell, I'll post it. Maybe someone will like it. Probably not." xD I'm so awesomely negative. Anyways, hope you enjoy it. Please review.

I woke to the feeling of cold concrete beneath my cheek. My eyelids fluttered open and I slowly pushed myself up into sitting position. My gaze shifted and I placed a hand to my temple, as if I could stop the continuous throbbing pain.

"Wh- where am I?" I asked aloud. I struggled to my feet and stared around me. I was in the center of a deserted street, with no one in sight. The pavement was worn and cracked and the buildings around me were as unkempt as the road.

"Hello?" I called into the silent city, my voice echoing off the crumbling ruins. "Is anyone there?" I shouted, my breaths short and shallow. I panicked. Where was I? And for that matter, who was I? Everything I'd ever known had slipped away from me.

"Someone must be able to give me some answers…" I muttered to myself as I walked through the huge city, seemingly abandoned, searching for signs of human life. A feeling of hopelessness overcame me after endless hours of exploring and still I found nothing, no one.

I glanced upwards for the first time and my heart dropped like a bowling ball to the pit of my stomach. As I stared up I could see dirt far above me. I was underground. Turning in a slow circle, I marvelled in fascination for a moment, my eyes scanning the ceiling when I spotted an elevator shaft running along the side.

Latching onto the thread of hope dangled in front of me, I burst into a sprint, racing towards it. I skidded to a stop, staring curiously at it, the elevator's rusty gates and worn state unnerving me. I decided to give it a go anyways, yanking open the gates and climbing carefully in. I pressed the only button on the panel and there was a loud shrieking noise as the elevator began to climb. Eyes widening, I pulled shut the old gates and held tightly onto the bars, even though I knew my effort was futile. If the machine was to falter and fall, I couldn't hold onto anything that would keep me safe. Switching my death-grip to the railing, I watched the floor move farther and farther away from me.

It halted and I stared out into a pitch-black room. Opening the gates, I couldn't tell whether there was going to be a floor beneath my feet as I stepped out. Heart racing a mile a minute, my eyes finally adjusted to the dim light and I studied my surroundings.

The room looked like a library, the walls were bookshelves, and a vacant fireplace stood to my left. There was only one door in the room and I skirted my way around furniture to it. Placing my hand on the knob, I listened for noises of another person before turning the handle and letting it swing open. The first thing that struck me was the whiff I caught of fresh air. Drawn to the open window on the opposite wall, I ran silently down the long hallway I'd entered, ignoring the doors on either side. Reaching the window, I leaned out and took a deep breath of the fresh, clean air, a definite improvement to the stale air I'd been breathing underground. I sat myself down on the ledge, on knee brought up to my chest, the other dangling out the window, my silhouette outlined in the moonlight. I was content just to let the gentle breeze tug at my hair and caress my face.

The sound of footsteps brought me out of my daze. "Is someone there?" Head snapping towards the sound of their voice, I rolled to the side and dropped silently out the window, down to the ground. I paused, in a crouch, grateful that'd I'd only been on the first floor. I straightened, keeping my back up against the wall, looking around for cover.

"First you're desperately trying to find people, now you're avoiding them?" I asked myself in a soft whisper. "What game are you playing at, child?" I muttered, slipping into the shadows. "I'm just being cautious." I replied. "I think I might be trespassing."

There was a long silence before I shook my head. "You're talking to yourself." I pointed out before laughing loudly. I clamped a hand over my mouth.

"Hey, you!" A man's voice erupted out of the silent night.

Reacting instinctively, I bolted like a startled doe, running flat out into the forest beside the building I'd left. After several minutes, I slowed my frantic escape to a walk, my breathing coming out in gasps, making it hard for me to hear anyone approach. Still, I listened for his footsteps over my pulse that thudded in my ears. I'd just deemed myself safe and my heart rate had returned to normal when something moving very fast hit me. Knocked right off my feet, I hit the ground and rolled, my side stinging from the impact. Pushing myself up, we locked gazes before his flicked to his gun, safely tucked in his belt. There was a moment's pause before he pulled out the gun and I lunged at him, clapping my hands and grabbing him. Spreading from my fingertips, a thick layer of ice quickly covered his body. He was soon frozen, as still as a statue, gun extended, expression hard.

Staring down the barrel of the gun, my hand flew to the base of my throat, my heartbeat racing wildly. I examined him and the ice for a few seconds as I shook like a leaf.

"Where did I learn alchemy?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowing before mumbling an apology. I pulled the frozen weapon from his hand before turning away and fleeing into the night. I ran nimbly deeper into the forest, weaving around trees and bushes. To an outsider it would've seemed like I was flying, so light were my footsteps.

When I reached the edge of the woods, I had to stop. I was exhausted. Wiping the sweat from my brow, I turned my gaze to the gun I still clutched in my hand. It was coated in a thick layer of ice and my hand was numb from holding it. Tossing the weapon up into the air, I clapped my hands together, activating the black tattoo etched into the palm of my right hand, and caught it. Then, using my alchemic power, I evaporated the ice. Switching my hold on the gun, I squeezed the gun tightly when it suddenly discharged without warning.

Shaken, I let out a string of low expletives before freezing, listening hard. Even though they were faint, I heard shouts behind me, and I could tell they were getting closer.

"Aw shit." I murmured, taking a deep breath and running off, along the road. I listened to my panting as a method to distract myself from the weariness that was threatening to overwhelm me. As flickering lights showed me the way to a city, I realized I was moving back towards where I'd just come from. Deep in thought and still running, I stopped watching where I was going, and crashed into a large sign. I fell back and a sharp pain shot up my back as I bruised my tailbone. Startled, I blinked for a second before tipping my head back to read the large bolded letters.

"Welcome to Central." I spoke quietly, standing and brushing myself off. I peeked curiously around the edge of the sign to gaze in wonder at the large city. A big, boisterous city was perfect chaos to lose myself in.

Cutting across a wide field, I moved into the streets. Since it was almost midnight, the cover I wanted wasn't available, but come morning, people and vehicles would be everywhere. I walked quickly along the sidewalk, keeping a watchful eye on the shadows.

Spotting a man in a bright blue outfit, similar to the one the man I'd taken down earlier. He studied me for a moment before he approached me, his vivid green eyes taking in my bedraggled appearance and the gun I clutched in my right hand. His eyes widened when he put two and two together.
Without a word, the man moved with the speed and agility of a panther, grabbing my wrist and twisting it around my back. Dropping the gun, my knees buckled and I let out a gasp of surprise. I stumbled to keep my balance and glanced back over my shoulder.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I demanded furiously, wincing in pain as he pulled my hand high up my back. "Buddy, my arm isn't supposed to bend like that."
"Are you the woman who was caught breaking into the Fuhrer's house?" He asked, dropping into a crouch for a moment and snatching up the weapon. Without waiting for my reply, he spun me around and clicked handcuffs around my wrists. He started off down the street, towards an idling car, and with my bound wrists in his hand, I couldn't do much more than allow myself to be dragged along behind him.

Pulling away, I turned and faced him, my expression mirroring my confusion. "What the hell is going on?" I asked loudly, irritated that I was being manhandled. He'd stopped the moment I removed myself from his grasp, and now stood with his arms crossed, staring down disapprovingly at me.

"You are being taken to Central Headquarters." He announced.

"Why?" I asked, taking a small step back.

"To be punished for breaking and entering the Fuhrer's house. Of all the people.." He trailed off, closing the gap between us and grabbing my upper arm in a hard grip. Leaning down he yanked open the car door before pushing me in. I watched as he slammed the door shut and got into the front.

"Who are you?" I asked as I manoeuvred myself so I could try the car-door handle.

"It's locked." He growled, staring into the review mirror at me.

I shrugged. "Can't blame me for trying." Every ounce of me was sore and I was covered in dirt and sweat. Giving into the temptation, I figured there wasn't anything more I could do and sank back into the comfortable seat. I could tell this wasn't a usual criminal car, it was too nice. "So who are you then?" I repeated my question.

"Lieutenant Colonel Maes Hughes." He said with a sigh. "Now can I ask you a question?"

"You mean besides the one you just did?" I said with a wry smile. "Go ahead."

"Why did you break into King Bradley's house?"

The name wasn't familiar to me. "Who?" I asked.

"The Fuhrer, King Bradley." He said as we pulled up in front of a large building with a glorious green banner with a gold lion on it.