This random idea came to me whilst I was listening to something from "Repo The Genetic Opera" (Which looks really cool, haven't seen it yet but I want to) and yeah, this story was born and I've already fallen in love with my new character Ruth.

Anything FMA related belongs to H/A any other characters and story belong to me.

Enjoy

The world is spinning. It doesn't stop. It never does. We can never see anything but the whirling blur at our hands. We can't feel anything in our hearts, for we have none. Our bodies can't rot, they always grow back. Those little perfect creatures fear us, because we're not like them. Not anymore. It's now time for a change, for good.

Chapter 00: Identical

The hospital was teeming was patients being wheeled around to the doctors around the place. It all happened so suddenly, as if there had been a monstrous accident and hundreds of people had all been injured in the process. But, there wasn't an accident. It was just hundreds of people, all being taken into A&E for wounds that were all exactly identical or dangerously similar to one another. And the numbers were doubling with each and every passing second. Panicking, the hospital phoned up others from both near and far to ask for backup medics, only to find that they were all in the exact same state as they were in. Patients were crawling at their doorsteps and they couldn't help them.

Bolting down the corridor and weaving in and out of on-coming patients, Dr. Evans made his way towards his designated patient, followed closely by his apprentice, Ruth Hunt. The big, bold man kept glancing wickedly over his shoulder, watching his apprentice scurry along behind him, carrying boxes of bandages and other equipment in her arms. The girl was only young, a little too young in Dr. Evans eyes, and wasn't very fit for high pressure situations. He always wondered how she managed to grasp an apprenticeship at the hospital.

Storming around into a packed out ward, Dr. Evans cut his way right across the tiled flooring and to a child, bleeding from his right arm and left leg. Just like everybody else was. The boy, of about seven or eight years old panted hard as Evans loomed over him, taking in his wounds and thinking quickly. Whisking a hand out to Ruth as she arrived by the child's bedside, he beckoned for some bandages. Nodding bleakly, Ruth placed the boxes on the ground and ripped one open, pulling out some chalk-white bandages and passing them up to Dr. Evans. The large male snatched them from her grasp and folded the bandages up into little bundles. Placing a few bundles on the boys arm, the doctor applied the much needed pressure. He glanced over at Ruth from behind his square framed glasses, sending a quick, hurtful glare. Whimpering, Ruth rapidly mimicked the doctor's movements and applied pressure to the boy's leg.

Ebony locks began to leak out from the low ponytail that sat loosely between Ruth's narrow shoulder blades, the free locks clinging to the streams of sweat on her face. As the bandages began to dye red, Ruth's eyes stung with tears. Through her tears, Ruth noticed Dr. Evans hoisting the child's arm into the air, still holding his bandages on tightly. Ruth didn't need to be told as she lifted the boy's leg up into the air, allowing him to balance his calve on her shoulder.

Cobalt eyes snapped around the room, finding so many other people in the same state as the boy was. She swallowed hard and shook her head. "How can any of this be possible?" She breathed, sending Dr. Evans a glance. The man sighed, sending her a quick glance.

"I don't know, kid. But possibility isn't our job, it's to save lives, so do it" He told her sharply, his brows furrowing as he felt more blood seep out from the wound. The boy in the bed whimpered as Evan strengthened his hold on him, trying to stop the bleeding. "Sorry kid," Evan said in a plain voice, "but we've got to do this if you don't want to bleed to death"

Ruth shuddered as the boy sniffled and nodded, biting his lip and trying to fight back to pain shooting through his arm. She hated seeing people in pain, especially those who couldn't cope with it. Frowning, she lifted her eyes back to Dr. Evan. Evan glanced over at her from behind the brown strands of hair that dangled over his face. He saw it right away in her eyes. His jaw dropped a little and his brows rose. Slowly he shook his head at her and mouthed to her, "no, don't do it here".

Biting her lip, Ruth nodded slowly and turned back to the boy's leg. The entire day and most of the night consisted of the same thing; moving from patient to patient, treating the same wounds over and over. Hundreds of people died, few came out healthy again and the rest were all in the middle of life and death. And that was a lot of people. But, the sudden rush had calmed down greatly by the time it had fallen night time and most of the doctors went home, leaving the rest up to the night shift or those committed to stay. One of those people being Ruth.

The girl, of only seventeen years, had decided to stay by the side of her first patient of the day. The boy was now laid in a peaceful sleep, with bandages looped around his arm and leg tightly. When Ruth had first laid her eyes on his wound and everyone else's wounds, she realised how the cut circled around the upper part of both arm and leg, like someone had tried to cut them off and only managed to get so far into the flesh. Gazing at the dressing on the boy's arm, Ruth planted her elbows up onto her knees and rested her chin in her palms and stared vividly at it. The dressing was done by her tutor, her boss, her hero. Doctor. Evans. She had been that man's apprentice for a fair few months by now and although she didn't seem to be getting much better at the nursing, she found her relationship between herself and the doctor strengthening. In a way, by now, she felt that the relationship she had with Dr. Evans was... wrong.

In her eyes, the doctor was a very beautiful man. Long, dark chocolate hair that looked silky to the touch, even when it was bathing in the stressful sweat from time to time. Captivating brown eyes that were always sparkling with anticipation, no matter how coldly he would look at everyone. A well built body, that was big but not too large, with smooth skin coating every rippling muscle on top. In time, Ruth found herself holding an alien feeling towards him, something that she had never felt around a man before. And it scared her. She was a timid, pathetic little girl and he was a strong, determined grown man, who was far too old for her anyway.

She sighed as her eyes wondered down the sheets and to the area where the boy's leg was, hidden beneath the duvets. Ruth knew that because of her lack in wanting to harm the boy, she almost let him bleed to death and had to allow Dr. Evans to take over. He wasn't happy with her for that and still remained unhappy as the exact same thing had happened over and over until she eventually began to build some confidence. But that was too late anyway. A lot of people died and some were even by her hands, unintentionally of course.

At that moment, Ruth felt tears sting at her eyes again. Grabbing onto the front of her white dress, she lifted the piece of cotton up and rubbed it against her eyes, dying the clothing black with the little make up she had on her eyes. Why did she put that on anyway? Was it to impress Dr. Evans?

Like that mattered anymore. The doctor was very disappointed in her reluctance throughout the day and no doubt won't cut her any slack tomorrow, despite the fact she decided to spend the entire night at the hospital. She knew that the hospital wasn't a place for her to be...

"So why come here then? You could enlist into the military you know, become a state alchemist-"Dr. Evan was interrupted by the solemn face that his new apprentice was pulling. He sighed and pulled on his coat over his shoulders.

"Sorry, Dr. Evans, the military really isn't the place for someone like me" Ruth admitted, holding her hands close to her chest and glancing down at the ground. White tiles. The flooring of her – hopefully – new workplace.

"Well, they could use someone like you, you're not half bad at alchemy" Dr. Evans commented as he eyed the smaller girl. Ruth shook her head.

"No, I'm too weak. I get scared easily and I'm not too strong, plus my alchemy always ends up in a mess. It's not right for me" She breathed, sending Evans a weak smile.

The doctor frowned. "Well, alright then kid, whatever you like. But, if you want to stay here, there's something I want you to promise me"

Ruth brightened up and beamed at the taller man. "Really? What?"

Evans smirked. "You've got to learn to impress me"

"But, how do I do that?" Ruth whispered, locking her eyes with the child's closed ones. The boy was no doubt slipping in and out of consciousness and was probably a step away from death, like most people were. Ruth's body went tense as she kept on staring at the boy. He could die at any moment. He could be dead. She checked his pulse on his wrist. She sighed and slumped back into her chair, hand on her forehead. "Phew..."

"But possibility isn't our job, it's to save lives, so do it" Evan's voice rang through Ruth's head as she continued to contemplate about the boy's existence. Was he as good as dead? Or could she help him? Could she help everyone?

Hunching forward in her seat, Ruth held her hands out in front of her eyes, clenching and un-clenching her fists. She could try it. He commented on her alchemic skill before and even told her that she should try to enlist. So, because of this, she could try it, right? She could try and use it to save this boy – no – everyone.

Pouncing from her seat, she was indomitable now. Digging into the breast-pocket of her uniform, she pulled out a pen and began to scribble onto the palms of her hand. After a while, the circles on her hand were complete, although one of them was more wonky than the other with it being written with the hand she didn't normally write with. Pulling her hands into view, she watched them shake violently. Should she really do this? Could she really do this? She'd have to try first. She couldn't risk taking the whole hospital down with herself.

Whipping around to the bedside table, she found a large safety pin sat there innocently. Swallowing the lump at the back of her throat, she clapped her hands together, causing a flow of energy to pulse around each of the circles. And then, she pressed her hands onto the pin. There was a flash of alchemic light and then nothing. She hoisted her hands up, finding the pin exactly the same way it was beforehand. Her shoulders sagged. "It normally works on objects, I know it does, since I only use my alchemy on them" She said, her voice fading with each word as she gazed down at her hands, now clad in sweat and still shaking.

"It didn't work," she muttered helplessly, glancing over at the boy in the bed. Her brows then furrowed. Just because it didn't work with a pin didn't mean it wasn't going to work with a patient. She turned abruptly to the boy and held her hands over him. She held them there in mid-air as she began to pant softly, the sickly fear churning inside her gut, the fear that something bad would happen. But she knew she needed to learn how to grow up if she was to ever get what she wanted. She couldn't be a child forever.

She clapped her hands again and started a new flow of energy. Hesitantly, she planted her hands on the boy's body and alchemic light filled the room. Suddenly, Ruth could see other transmutation circles in the room, carved into the floor, glowing and beating with alchemic power in time with her alchemy. Sparks then flew from the circles on the floor and wrapped themselves like snakes around other patients, locking onto them with an iron grip. Gasping, Ruth lifted her hands from the boy and went to attend to the circle which mysteriously appeared on the floor. However, as soon as her hands left the boy's body, something happened to her alchemy and the energy was stopped immediately. The light faded away and the patients lay in their beds the same way they always did, lifelessly.

As Ruth tried to make her way over to the others, a dizzy rush took over her. She fell down onto the ground, her chin bouncing off the hard floor and her teeth cut sharply into her tongue. Ruth tried to scream, but found she was choking on the blood pouring from her tongue. Ruth tried to get up onto her feet to find help, only for her knees to buckle and keep her pinned to the floor. Once she was down in the dirt again, darkness overcame her and shut her out of the ward and welcomed her to another, abnormal place.

Oh, oh, oh! I need help guys!

You see, this story requires a few characters (who need to be homunculi) and I'm having trouble coming up with some and I'm sick of writing about only my characters (I do love them though guys! Honestly!) and wouldn't mind writing about some of yours, if you wanted me to.

But yeah, I need a few homunculi, I'm not sure as to how many yet. They can be any gender and have whatever power you want them to. But when it comes to the names, name them after a sin if you want, but they must have a normal, human name too, if you want me to explain why, just ask or wait till later in the story 'cause it'll explain that then.

Only do this if you want to, I don't mind really, I'm just in a jam and would like to write about other's peoples characters is all.

It's up to you.

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