"…N-no. No, dammit! I can't accept this! You mean to tell me… That you have been the cause of all of this tragedy?" His voice shaking with rage, Edward's golden eyes bore into mine, demanding an explanation.

I dropped my gaze, my slim gloved hands gripping each other in my lap. "I am sorry. Although I can't control it… I know I am responsible. I understand if you absolutely hate me, if you never want to see me ever again. That's fine. I can walk away right now." The chair that I was sitting in made a quiet screech as I stood up, grinding its legs against the concrete. As I turned away, Edward grabbed my shoulder, the cold aura of his automail radiating through his gloves and my shirt.

"Do you know… what you have done?" He asked quietly, his head bowed. "Do you know the full extent of the pain and trouble that you have caused me? And Al, and Winry, and everyone else! I can't let you leave, not if you don't know what you have done. My arm and leg, his body, her parents! Do you know what you've done to us?" Yelling now, Edward pulled me up by the front of my thick black shirt, dragging my feet off of the ground.

"Oh, Ed! I'm so sorry. Winry… I am Winry." I closed my eyes, feeling the power tingling in my fingertips. With a flash of pure white light, my body changed, flowing like water from one shape to the next. One minute I was a tall, slim girl with long mahogany hair and mismatched eyes, the next I was a tan blonde girl in boots and a skirt.

Edward dropped me, the shock clear in his eyes. Even Alphonse leaned back and gasped. And me, well, I fell right on my butt.

"Dammit! It's Envy! Come on, Al, let's get him!" Edward said through gritted teeth, clapping his hands together. He transmuted his automail arm, drawing out that hand sword that I knew so well. Charging at me, the boys began to attack.

Oh, so they thought that I was Envy? Well, he did have the power to shape-shift, but Envy had left the state long ago, on a mission to find Greed. This was bad. In his anger, Ed could injure me before I had the chance to fully explain!

"No! Ed, Al, stop! It's me, it's me, I swear! I can prove it! Do you remember what you said to me, that day I tried to kill Scar?" I yelled franticly, my feet scrabbling against the ground as I tried to back away from the two of them. As he swung the handsword at my neck, I squeezed my eyes shut and said, "It's your hands. They aren't made for killing. They can only give life."

"No…" His arm inches from my throat, Edward stumbled back. I sighed with relief and opened my eyes. As Al reached out a hand to help me up, I morphed back into my real body, a pale girl with long, wavy red-brown hair. This was the body that I had been born in, but it had been altered so many times that I must have seemed like a freak.

"So, let me get this straight. You are a girl who has visions. When you write them down, they come true. You have published them as stories, and drawn them as comic books and manga. By coming here today, you tried to make amends with us, and explain what has happened. But you are also Winry, our childhood friend." Al summed it all up nicely, his voice echoing slightly in his empty armor.

I nodded. "Yeah. I think that I will leave now, and let you two decide if you will forgive me or not. If you do," I said, holding out a piece of paper with an address on it, "Come here." I turned and walked away, out of the street-side restaurant.

"But wait," Al called, "We don't know your name!"

"Just ask for Demi, they will know what to do." I said over my shoulder, one hand raised to wave goodbye.