Some Notes: If you came here thinking I owned FMA, then you've got problems, cause sadly I don't, if I did, that movie wouldn't have happened… or a lot of things would have been different (though not necessarily the Wrath thing, more what happened to some of the other people). So, the story takes place about a year and three quarters before the movie, a little after the last episode of the series.
With that in mind, it would stand to reason that this will contain spoilers, so if you don't like them, then stop reading.
Wrath walked along the grass, always making sure he stayed away from any human made trails. He had no desire to be anywhere near any of them, his experiences with them had rarely ended well. He was no longer sure what he thought about them, it almost hurt to think even about it. Everything had gotten so complicated. It was so much easier when mommy and Dante had been around, they could make the world make sense, he hadn't needed to understand things for himself back then because they did it for him.
If that didn't confuse things enough, everything he had thought he learned seemed to all be wrong or not add up with something else he had known. Now that he was alone, he had thought about when he killed Lust, had she really just wanted to be human so she could die? Was that really all there was to it? He had managed to still have a mother even as a homunculus after all, so family couldn't be unique to humans, nor could the love one has toward them, because he had loved his mom more then anything. So, if he had all the emotions humans had, the form of a human and he could even perform alchemy, then what made him different?
It was all so confusing. Was it really a soul that made all the difference? Was that really so special that it would deny him the ability to be like everyone else? If so, then the world really was a cold place, just like the others used to say. Ahead, the small boy heard some talking, a lot of it. He quietly approached the area, only to see tents and such spread around, some larger, open tents and some smaller, private tents. Kids were playing some different games inside the larger ones while the adults sat around in portable chairs spread throughout the grassy layout.
He looked at them and then at himself. As he already knew, there was no more difference in the way he looked to how they looked when you compared them all to each other, aside from his metallic arm and leg. So it had to be something as elusive as a soul to be the reason he could never be a human, nothing else could explain the cruelty of it all. Being away from everyone, or perhaps not having any red stones for a long time, had made him a little more thoughtful and he had figured out a while ago he could never make a Philosopher's Stone on his own, he didn't even know how to begin. In fact, he actually hadn't even tried to perform alchemy now that he no longer had Ed's limbs, maybe it wasn't even possible.
It seemed like the little guy's mind could no longer take it, in a rage, he ran. Instead of stopping he simply touched his left hand onto a tree, using his "natural" homunculus abilities to cause it to crash. He hadn't cared what he hurt at that point, he had just wanted to hurt something and he had. He sighed; he really had no idea what he was going to do anymore. Alls he knew was that somehow, he no longer hated the Elrics, he no longer even hated Izumi and he didn't want to see if Dante or any of the other Homunculi had made it. He was on his own, with no driving force to guide him. Then, he had one more idea, the other homunculi had pulled the strings without anyone knowing, maybe he could do something like that. He set off to search for a goal and after he had one of those, he could spend his time making other people accomplish it, just like Envy and mommy used to do. It actually seemed pretty simple and he was determined to make it happen.
