summary:
takes place after FMA anime
ed is on the other side of the gate where they practice "magic" but a new threat rises, or is it really a threat?
i suck at summarys so yeah, R&R plz
A/N
all right, I've been meaning to write this for a long time so here it is, as this is my first fanfic please don't hate, also don't expect a constant update schedule, the plot bunnies only attack me from time to time
Also, I do not have a written out plotline for this story, so I will be making everything up as I go along, so I apologize in advance for any confusion
have fun!- theisdarkstar
Disclaimer: since I'm not rich, and the fact that I'm writing this, I don't own anything that you recognize
Ch1 strife &death
death rode through the forest, frigid air slapping his face damn, I'm late he thought, rushing on as the forest creatures stopped and stared, not at his appearance, he looked like a normal man but on the inside it was a different story. Death looked to his right, and saw a small figure leaping between the trees with expert precision.
"So strife, you're late as well I see" he yelled.
"yup" replied a girls voice, a small form with white hair darted out of the trees and landed on the back of a blood red horse that appeared beside death's. "Mind if I tag along?" strife asked, the young teen had patches of red in her snow-white hair and her red eyes shone with bloodlust.
"Not at all" death replied still maintaining his speed "so, what happened?" he asked, strife snorted "just ran into a few hellhounds, nothing I couldn't handle"
Death grinned, a reckless look on his face "let's hope we run into a few more" he said as their horses abruptly skidded to a stop, neighing in fear death and strife looked up, looking for the reason their horses stopped.
They were surrounded by armored bandits "looks like you got your wish" commented strife "seems so" replied death. The two horsemen dismounted and drew their weapons, death's blade seamlessly emerging from its blood red sheath, and strife's dual pistols cocking ready for action.
"back to back, just like the good old days" said death, joy in his voice, strife grinned.
"yup, just like the good old days" she said and they charged the group of bandits foolish enough to attack them, death weaved through the bandits, cutting them to ribbons effortlessly, multiple gunshots behind him reaffirmed that strife was doing the same. The battle was over in seconds, nothing but corpses left of the bandits Death grinned, his bloodlust subsiding
"aww" he moaned in mock disappointment "I thought that would be more of a challenge" strife nodded in agreement, "yeah" she said "you'd think-" but strife was cut off by a huge light erupting under them
"What the!" yelped death jumping back as a portal opened underneath him "hey WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING!" he screeched as he and strife were grabbed by countless black hands but he could struggle no more as blackness overcame him.
When he woke up he saw nothing but never ending white I know this place he thought.
"Hello death, welcome back" he heard a disembodied voice say.
Shit
A/N
Alright, how'd you like that, as you can see death seems to have a history with truth.
sorry about the short chapter, ill make it up to you
and a cookie to those who review
-theisdarkstar