AN: I don't own anything

Oh and this is also my first FMA fanfiction so hopefully I was able to please you all.

A Small Taste of Something to Come

There they parked, in front of a house with a short yet dreadful past. There had been recent murders and missing people who had all been in this very house. It looked like one of the other houses you might find but this one sent a chill down your spine even if you just so much as peeked at it. This is the center of all the happenings and some soldiers were sent to investigate it but even they turned dead. The people were desperate and hired other soldiers to come and investigate and so there they parked.

"So who wants to enter first," Roy asked towards his two other subordinates who were with him at that time. Jean Havoc was getting their rooms in the hotel. They had happened to arrive at Japan earlier that morning on their flight.

"I really don't want to," Cain Fuery replied.

Riza rolled her eyes and opened the gate that blocked them from the house before them. She strode on the twenty five feet of walkway towards the door. Roy soon followed without a word but Cain stood there staring towards them. He didn't move towards the house or away from it but continued to observe it from afar.

There were supposed to be more soldiers from Eastern HQ but the winter's snow had stopped there flight for a couple of days so they wouldn't be there to meet up with them. The three of them were hand picked by the Fuhrer although Fuery wanted nothing to do with this whole mission.

"Come on Fuery, let's go!" Roy called out.

Fuery gave a grumble and followed behind towards the house which gave him one bad feeling. Riza stared at the two males which were still on the walkway and gave a frown. Did the woman have to do everything? In a second the blonde haired woman pulled out her pistol and eased the unlocked door open. It gave a creaking noise that echoes through the living room but nothing more.

She poked her head in and walked in cautiously but she could tell that she was the only one there. With a sigh, the 1st lieutenant boldly stepped into the house and took another peer around the room. There was a stair way that led to another story and you could see part of the hallway that made the second story. Riza started towards the kitchen and looked around to find it just another normal kitchen.

Roy soon stepped in through the doorway with his gloves in his pockets but decided it would be better if he didn't put them on. He might end up burning pieces of evidence that could be crucial to their mission. A shaky Fuery was the last to step through the doorway and scanned everything only to find the interior to look perfectly fine.

"Cain, go check the upstairs," Roy commanded and pointed towards the stairs with his hand.

"Why me," Fuery asked in reply but gave a nod as Roy gave him a stern expression.

Cain headed towards the stairs and started up them. He soon arrived on the second floor and observed the five doors that happened to all be open. Fuery reached for his own pistol and pulled it out. Aiming it at nothing but making sure it was off safety and raised in case something happened to try and attack him. The sergeant walked slowly towards the master bedroom and peered inside it.

The room seemed peaceful and average sized. It held a queen sized bed with two dressers and a lamp on the one nearest to the bed. On the side was a sliding door which was obviously the closet. Fuery was soon in front of the closet door and held a firm hand on its handle. He slid the door to side and noticed that there was a piece of wall where one might stand on it to reach the attic door above it. Without a word, Cain placed a hand in his uniform's pocket for his flashlight. There was no light to illuminate the area unless there was a light bulb in the attic which was only reachable when you were actually up there.

Fuery climbed onto the piece of wall which was built that way and raised his right hand up towards the little knob on the ceiling door and pulled down. There was a small cloud of dust that came pouring down as soon as it was opened and it caused the male to cough. He lit his lighter and raised it up towards the small opening and stood up. The lieutenant could hardly see a thing through his glasses but there were a few cracks in the wood which allowed a small stream of the sparse sunlight to shine through.

"It's dark up here," Fuery commented to himself as he covered his mouth incase more dust was present.

He scanned the dusty place and decided to get a better look of the barren attic. Fuery made sure to keep the lighter on as he hoisted himself up onto the creaky wood. Cain pulled his two legs out from the doorway and stood up but had to hunch over so that his head didn't hit the ceiling. The black haired male peered around and found nothing of interest although he wanted to look further since his lighter didn't get much distance.

Every step resulted in a small creak in the wood which made Fuery a bit nervous but he kept on going with all the courage he had in him. He stopped near the middle of the attic and made to look deeper into the darkness and stopped dead. There was a pair of feet which were small but blue and dead. Cain stepped close but with a blink of an eye they were gone. He was left bewildered and wondered if he was just imagining things since he was timid.

Then the noise came. It was a rattling noise of a hoarse voice but it sent immediate chills down the sergeant's spine and he didn't dare look back but there was just something that told him to. He turned around slowly and peered into the white eyes of a dark silhouette of a woman. She had a deathly pale face but everything else was hair and she was in front of his face. That was when Fuery tried to give out a cry but nothing came and the voice just continued as he stepped away from the thing. It towards him and he felt helpless and unable to call for help. The flashlight made her face seem like death itself in its flicker and the black pupils rolled into view as they glared into his own dark hues. Cain's gun dropped out of his other hand and his flashlight went out due to the drop of pressure from his thumb.

"I wonder what's taking him so long," Roy spoke out loud.

"He's probably found out how comfortable the beds are and fell asleep on the job," Riza replied sarcastically.

Roy walked over to the front of the stairs and cupped his hands over his mouth, "Fuery come on! We're going to leave and place our stuff in the hotel rooms Havoc is getting us."

There was only silence and Roy grew impatient and tapped his foot on the ground. Then there he came, out of one of the rooms that wasn't visible to from the front of the living room but off to the left. Fuery stopped near the middle of the rails and turned to them with a pale face.

"Leave now," he said in a sedated voice. "Leave before you wind up a victim."

Riza and Roy shot him bewildered looks but he only walked on to the next door which wasn't viewable either. He had such a crooked step that it almost seemed zombie like and his voice, they had never heard it used in such a way. They then watched as a dark silhouette like creature walked across the stairway. Both of them watched wide eyed as it paused and turned towards them with its death like eyes and then it disappeared into the room Cain had gone into. There was a shut of the door and then nothing.

"What… Fuery!" Roy yelled up in panic and then came the bloodcurdling scream of Fuery which was cut off seconds later.

Riza bolted towards the stairs but was caught by Roy who was trembling but held a firm grip. She had tears welling up in her face even though she herself was unaware of them. Her weapon was held tight in her hands and she struggled against Mustang but he didn't let go of her.

"Let me go!" She screamed out at him with such fierceness that Roy almost did due to shock.

"We have to go… now!" Roy replied with urgency in his voice.

"No! Let me go and I will kill it," Riza commanded, tears stinging her face.

"It'll come down and I doubt it'll be affected by our bullets," Roy tried to say calmly but he knew that terror was held in his voice.

Riza said nothing else but looked down as if ashamed as Roy ushered her out in a hurry. They were both greeted with the cool evening air but they didn't stop to sniff the flowers around. Both figures raced across the pathway and towards a yellow taxi that fortunately came by them. Roy stopped it and they both hurried in.

"Kawasaki hotel please," Roy stated but it came out as a shaky command.

Riza said nothing but tried to hold in her salt tears but found it hard since some had already attacked her cheeks. She knew Cain was dead and she was going to avenge his death. There was nothing that was going to stop her unless it was death itself. Her right hand wiped away the small balls of water which started to roll down her left cheek and she didn't look towards Roy. Perhaps Roy had saved them from that thing but she felt she had a chance to take it down and tear it to shreds.

AN: I've always been a fan of FMA and the Grudge and decided to mix them together and Huzzah! Here it is. If you all have an idea then please share and I'll put it into consideration. There will be more characters added soon.

I know that this was a short story but bear with me, I had little time and please, no flames. Well thanks for taking time to read this and I'm sorry if the characters were OOC. Till next time this is Naomi.