Melissa couldn't feel anything, not one happy feeling any more. Her green eyes always filled with hate, disgust, and spite. She hated everything, her parents who beat her,

screamed at, slaved, and oh, much more. She had no friends; she was the joke at school. She sat at her desk all day never saying a word, failing her 6th grade class. Melissa

hated everything; she didn't believe in love, nothing existed to her except spite and hate. Her mother was screaming something at her when she walked up the stairs, Melissa

didn't care, she didn't care about anything, and no one cared about her. She sat on her bed, she didn't scream, beat up her pillow, no she kept the hate bottled up staying and

growing. This night she felt especially hateful, her heart felt strange, it seemed to have an odd pulse twitching every now and then. Maybe she was going to die, yes, she thought

that would be nice. Hell would probably be way better than this place, quieter. Her heart was twanging painfully now, she clutched her chest, but she didn't scream, she smiled.

She fell onto the floor, in pain, she coughed up some blood. She had the strangest feeling that her mother was going to yell at her to clean up the floor. Melissa's eyes flew open,

her heart, oh, it hurt like hell. A hand flew out from her back; the hand covered in blood had sharp long nails, giving it a clawed look. Another arm came out; the two pushed the

owner out of Melissa's back. The creature flopped on the floor covered in blood and naked, it had the shape of an 11 or 12-year-old girl. Its red eyes glowed and shoulder

length black hair a mess. It smiled revealing sharp teeth, a small black arm tattooed, encircled her right arm.

Kevin was a pyromaniac; he was 14 but had already set fire to 62 fires and killed at least 12 people. He hadn't been caught yet, but the he probably would be soon. He was

about to set fire to yet another house, he was always being destructive. He had the time, he dropped out of school a long time ago and ran away after that. He didn't know why

but he had some sort of heart problem all day, it kept moving irregularly. He reached for his lighter and took the fuel out of his bag. He set fire to his already burnt fingers just to

feel pain and watch his fingers burn. Kevin dumped the lighter fluid on the porch of the house and the back porch. He flicked his lighter on and starred at the flame for a good

half an hour. His heart was really bugging him now, he then had a thought, why was he doing this? Before Kevin had become a pyromaniac he had been a nice kid but turned

violent at 12, maybe he should have gotten help. He starred at the flame; he shouldn't have brought such devastation on these people. His heart felt like it was being pulled out of

his chest. Kevin grabbed his chest and fell to his knees dropping the lighter on the porch, the fire spread like a wild fire. He threw up on the grass, his gaze turning red. The teen

felt the leg spear out of his chest and a girl about 15 fell onto the ground apparently knocked out fell on the ground, covered in blood and nude, she slept on.

Three more occurrences happened around central, a 16 old boy died when bossing around his siblings and family felt another boy climb out of his chest the same age. Kendra

felt her life slip away from her while lying around as usual and a 13-year-old boy came into being. And finally Michelle was annoying her "friends" as usual and an 8-year-old girl

joined the other 4. These five were going to change everything, for they were created by humans and born with a mission. They were manifestations of ones soul, Spite,

Devastation, Aggravation, Despotic and Lifeless.

Oh yeah I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist, but i do own these characters.