I sit back in my chair. The chair squeaks in protest of the sudden movement after an hour of intently watching 'Conqueror of Shamballa,' it was the ending to the anime 'Fullmetal Alchemist.' Of course, it was interesting and had a good story.. But it wasn't as good as the Brotherhood series. Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood was much better, well just because it was better. Thats something that the original anime fans will never understand.
I smile to myself mischievously after the credits end. Theres no reason I can't draw a transmutation circle even if it doesn't work, right? My hand finds its way to the mouse as if it has a mind of its own and I scroll back until I reach the image that I want. Its a full view of the transmutation circle that originally opened the gate to bring the soldiers through without the ships, to bring them to Liore. Grabbing a piece of paper, a pen, and a pencil, I get to work, copying the picture on the screen.
After a few minutes, I look at my masterpiece. Its virtually perfect! Well, I'm not sure about the transmutation circle itself, but it is a perfect replica of the one on the screen.
"Well.. Here goes!" Cracking my knuckles, I place my palms together in a fashion that even Edward Elric would be proud of, and put them on the paper with the circle on it. At first nothing really happens. But that's okay, alchemy doesn't work anyway. I try to remove my hands, but they won't even budge. I'm starting to panic now, they really really won't budge.
The blue-glow is when I really started to panic. The circle started to glow a dark blue, crackling with electricity that made my fingers hurt and go numb. And then the dark purple glow slowly ebbed its way into the light, lighting the whole entire dang room. Black hands swirled around it and then an eye opened up in the center. I tried my damnedest to pull away, but to no avail. The black hands only seemed to notice me from my struggling and began eating away at me. It's like my body is being turned into confetti before my eyes like some kind of sick party favor. Opening my mouth, I try to scream, but I'm cut off as the eye swallows the rest of me.
A malicious chuckle brought me to my senses. It was white, pure friggen' white. It hurt my poor eyes just to look at it, even with my glasses on, it was like being trapped in a white hell. Squinting, I looked around for the source of the laughter. There. In front of a gate, was a figure.
"Hello, alchemist." Wait. Alchemist? No. But? Alchemy doesn't work! Since when does it work!? This isn't happening, this isn't happening... no its not, I'm dreaming! Yes, I'm dreaming. Stupid me decided to pinch myself to prove my theory, the pain was all to real for this to be a dream. Scared me looked up at the creature. It laughed again, clutching its sides and pointing behind me, slowly, very slowly I turned around to face the gate. No, my gate. Even though I knew it was futile, I ran towards the creature, but he only seemed to get further and further away as the black hands gripped onto me with a vice-like grip.
I felt numb and sticky as I came to, inside the gate. My tongue was thick, and my throat felt like a desert to say the least. Vaguely aware of where I was, I began to feel like my head was pounding with information of alchemy, always working, figuring out theories and stuff before it left that one behind and jumped to the next. I opened my eyes weakly, and the steady stream of information that I felt before seemed to double in size and intensity. Suddenly my brain felt like it was getting to big for my skull and It was going to explode.
"STOP! MAKE IT STOP!" I heard myself scream at the vast expanse of nothingness before me. I writhed in the black hands grasp, but they had a firm hold on me. I remember seeing another bright white light just before passing out inside of the gateway of truth.
I can feel it. My mind is leading the way now, I can see through my eyes, but its more like being in the backseat, rather than in the drivers. Its a strange feeling, being suspended in mid animation. I suppose that I'm now more aware of my soul form, rather than my body. I can see the information being shoved into my mind, but it doesn't really hurt like a physical body would. I guess this is what Alphonse from FMA feels like, he can see, think and talk, but he can't feel anything at all. The gateway is showing me much more than anyone has ever seen, I suppose. But what will my toll be? I wonder. Hmm. I guess I'll have to find out on the other side.
My eyes fluttered all weak and cliche' like. I didn't like feeling weak, sick or hurt, it didn't matter. I don't. Like. Being. Weak. I twitch my hand, good, I can move. My head hurts like someone just took a sledge hammer to it, but I have to find out where I am right now. I open my eyes and it takes a long awkward moment for my vision to fully swim into view, its a little blurry, but I'll get my glasses later. Its white again, I freak out momentarily, swinging my head from side to side on the pillow below my head. Wait. Pillow? I lift my arm, and there's a hospital band around my wrist. It doesn't state my name, or date of birth, just my condition and room number and junk like that. Apparently they found my blood type as well. Oh well.
A high pitched voice rips across my room and through my ears, intensifying my already throbbing head.
"SHE'S AWAKE! DOCTOR!" The nurse was standing at the door, yelling out of it and pointing at me. She rushed over all cutesy and 'I'm the best nurse evar' type of atmosphere around her and asked me what I needed. I responded dryly, not wanting to deal with this chick,
"For you to shut up." a hurt look crossed her face and she slumped over to the door, quietly telling the doctor something, pointing again. What I assumed was a guy doctor, nodded his head and said something back. He walked over to me smooth like, and pulled up a stool. The stool made a scrapey noise on the floor, which lead me to assume they hadn't made rolley chairs yet. He sat there filling out a few things for a few minutes, the question popped out of nowhere, I was vaguely aware of even asking it.
"Um.. Do.. Do I have all of my limbs?" The doctor looked up, the look 'seriously?' written all over his face,
"Yes, you do." Okay.. So I have all of my limbs, I can see, and since I have all of my limbs that also means I have a body.. So... organs...
"Are.. all my organs there as well?" The doctor looked up again, an even more bewildered look on his face.
"Yes. All there, all are healthy and in working order." This guy was a real jerk, hmph. His pen scraped and scribbled against the clipboard for a few minutes. I sat there awkwardly wringing my hands as I lay on the bed, the antiseptic smell of the room was beginning to annoy me. There was something missing, but what was it? I felt the absence of something on my face. My glasses, oh.. no.. if I didn't have those..
"Um, Doc?" I asked timidly, painfully aware of my previous timid questions.
"Yes?" He looked up again, clearly annoyed.
"Did you find any glasses with me?" Sighing, he pointed to the bedside table, "These are the ones we found on you at the time"
"Oh" I replied meekly, reaching towards the glasses, I grabbed them at the part where the bridge of the nose would go and I inspected them, they were a little dirty but I suppose I could live with it as long as they weren't cracked. I put them on my face and my vision instantly gained an outline. I could see everything clearly for what felt like the first time in forever. The doctor coughed and I turned towards him. The doctor was wearing a white coat and a tie was concealed just underneath. He had light brown messy short hair and stubble was clear on his face. His nametag read 'Dr. John Bisbee.' Nice name. I almost laughed out loud, but another awkward cough brought me from my thoughts.
"I have some questions for you." He stated professionally. I rolled my eyes,
"Fire away." The questions were the same mundane crap you get when you go to normal hospital visits, 'what shots have you got' or 'what are you allergic to'. Stuff like that.
"Whats your name?" he asked, I hadn't thought about that. What.. what is my name? Oh yeah, I remember. Passing through the gate does that to ya.
"Chelsea Hope Corbin." Hospitals needed your full name, like it or not. His pen scritched for a moment and he asked the next question,
"How old are you?"
"14." His pen scratched again at the paper. Silence filled the space for a few moments,
"Do you have a parent, or a guardian?" Whoa... I wasn't prepared for that, you see, I'm not very good at thinking on my feet. I have to have a plan, with a backup plan, and a backup plan for the backup plan. But I didn't even have plan for this. I felt the heat rush into my face, I wasn't blushing, I was beginning to get extremely nervous at my situation, I wrung my hands for a few moments before offering my answer.
"I.. I don't.. know.." Pathetic, absolutely pathetic answer, I know.
"Well, we found you at the edge of East City near the Ishvallan border. You were collapsed and severely dehydrated." East City, Ishvallan. Tears stung my eyes and a lump formed in my throat, I am in Amestris, the year is 1914, I have no family, and I've been ripped away from what I know. Great. Just friggen great, what am I suppose to do now?
"Thank you doctor."
