In Scars, We Are Alike
Prologue
I stormed down the old dirt path with my boots clad in mud as the rain passed by. My blue State Alchemist uniform had tears here and there. I let out a sigh as I looked over my form. Even my hair wasn't spared from the random twigs and leaves that clung to my hazel brown locks. My hands were balled into fists as I strode through the road. The mud clung to my black boots but I paid no heed to such nuisances. I was fuming with anger.
"Colonel Mustang! Why'd you assign me to this task?!" I shouted to the wind and I was glad no one was around.
I let out an exasperated sigh as I stood in front of Colonel Mustang's office, 'Why of all people was I assigned to a dimwitted task?' I took hold of the solid gold piece of a door knob within my fingers and roughly twisted it. Doing so, I added my palm to push the door rough enough to earn a slam from the wooden barrier.
I was now trembling with rage, my fists shaking at my sides, "Where the hell are they?!" I seriously wanted to turn the damned tables over and vandalize the wall but that would strip me off of my rank and maybe get fired. I wonder if I'd able to be apply for a State Alchemist again if ever I get fired. As I was just about to release my anger into a tantrum, Riza had to butt in.
"Lieutenant Ross, if releasing your anger is something you need to do then please don't do such in the office." I dragged myself to my seat and plopped upon my desk. Being a military dog is such an annoying job. It drains me of my energy each and everyday. So this is me, Lieutenant Carmine Adelaide Ross. I wonder why my parents had given me such a noble name, Adelaide. So I am basically the only daughter to the house of Ross. My family just like the Armstrong, descend from a long line of nobility and I was the heiress to everything my mother and father had.
Being a noble was boring, asides from attending the family business and the documents to ensure the rightful inheritance of the family. Then there was the family business, the maintenance of my family's banks all around the boundaries of Germany. I took a random piece of stapled documents. I skimmed over the contents and sighed, "The document for my inheritance from my parents." And with that I just plopped my head over my arms for a quick nap. Hoping that my dreams would be non-work related.
"Papa." A young girl with short hazel brown hair and innocent emerald eyes walked into a office. Within her arms was a small caramel teddy bear with black beady eyes, her small baby blue dress swaying with each skip she made.
At the sound of his daughter's voice, an older man raised his head as his eyes were concentrated upon the piles of paperwork on his mahogany desk. He let a smile grace his lips and he ushered the girl nearer and the child did so.
She sat upon his lap and he tickled her small stomach, earning soft giggles from the child. But their little fun was interrupted by the ring of the phone and he set his daughter upon the olive green carpet to answer the call. "Yes, this Edmund Ross."
The young girl merely looked up to her father's face with curiosity running along her eyes and she gasped when her father got an angry expression upon his face. He quickly slammed the phone and he scooped his daughter unto his arms, "Carmine .We have to get your mother." He hurriedly took his leather suitcase and made his way to the door but upon opening it he was bombarded by a man. He looked no older than twenty with long dark green hair running down his back. A black bandana held his hair off his face with a red triangle upon the center of the cloth. He wore a midriff and a skort. His abdomen was shown, lean and flat. He had his hand upon his waist and a smirk playing along his lips.
The young girl looked unto the man's crazed violet eyes as they looked upon her. They held anger. Hatred. But most especially they held…
Envy.