Disclaimer: I do not *sob sob* own either FMA or FMAB. I do, however, own my OC Hope.

Chapter 1: Meeting

- Hope, sweetie. Come out come out wherever you are

She shot up, frantically scanned the place. That voice. That sickeningly sweet voice, it brings anyone's guard down and as embarrassing as it seems, it once brought hers down as well.

- Honey, come out now. We don't have all day…

She crawled deeper into the alley, too tired of running away yet refused to give up and showed herself. Outside on the dark street, light emited from the street lamps mixed with the sugary sound of the woman's words as if arraging the epic scence for her death. That woman, she was beautiful, she was sweet, she was harmless and so was the Siren. That is until thier voices bring sailors to their demise, and pulling them down the pitch black embrace of the ocean. Hope's breath became more erractic as the footsteps got closer. The less the distance between her and the woman, the more her breath ceased to exist.

Helpless, that what she was feeling right now. She could not call out for help as she was afraid of being caught by that woman. It's 1 a.m. There could never be anyone around to help her anyway. She was alone and will die alone. Mom….She missed her mom. Hope bit her lower lips as memories of her mother surged through her veins.

- HOPE! Come out now! I know you're here! – The woman's voice boomed once more, violently cut Hope's train of thought in half.

Holding her necklace, she closed her eyes prepared for the worst. This was it. This was the last time she could see the world.

No! She heard voices in her head, echoed through her brain Don't give up. Wish for it. Wish for the impossible, pray for its miracle.

Fists clenched around the necklace, Hope muttered under her breath, begging for help. Just this time, please… She begged silently Take me away, far away, PLEASE!

"I hear you wish…. You shall be granted what you want. That is if you can pay the price"

- You bitch! Stop right now you freak! – The woman screamed yet to Hope's ears she sounded like nothing but a beastly growl. Quite fitting if she might add.

Mouth hung open in terror, Hope watched desperately as the woman's figure was tossed up into the air and torn into shreds. Her scream yet again made itself known, rocking the serene in the neighborhood. Funny how things are. Hope was close to her last second of living and these people were all soundly asleep without a care in the world. Such cold creature, humans are. If it's none of your business, let it be even if it has something to do with the safety of a child. Hope smirked bitterly at the thought. That's right. Who would want to help her anyway?

After a brief moment of dazing up at the figure above her head, she realized how wrong she was. It was not the woman going high above, it was her sinking down below. She was falling? Was this it? Her new heaven? The one she wished for?

Hope closed her eyes, smiling for the first times in years. Finally, she could see her mother. Finally she could repent. Finally she could be where she belong.

White…

Mom was right. Heaven IS white.

"No child, this is no heaven, this is hell itself reincarnated"

The white surrounding her cleared off, giving her a better image of a human fiugre.

A boy? She pondered

To her disapointment, she never got herself any answer as the darkness scooped her away instantly from the eyes of the young stranger.

- WHAT THE HELL!

Who? Hope thought to herself as she drifted further into nothingness and the voice tuned itself out from her hearing range.

"Hello there. I believe we've met?"

That voice.

What happened?

Hope tried to open her eyes but her effort was a no go.

- I know who you are. You've been haunting my dreams for a while now – She growled knowing that this was another dream. That her efforts had gone to waste – Ever since that day….you stalking brat.

"Yes. I do appologize but you are too interesting. Human, generally, is interesting"

- What do you want…Truth? – Hope said indifferently. She knew how this was going to play out. If she put up with it a bit more and this dream will end.

"You do well to remember my name. Or is it yours also? Afterall, I am you dear" – Truth said, giving Hope an eerie laugh. She could feel her spine go limp with each sound escaped from his teethful mouth – "Now then, as to what I want, it is simply a toll. This is not yet another dream of yours. You had your wish now I shall have my prize."

- My wish is not this. I wished for heaven. With my mother. This is not it – she clenched her fists. Realization hit her hard.

"No. Your wish was for someone to take you somewhere far from your…should I say… 'Master'? And I did what you ask. For your sins, only hell would suit you."

Hope frowned at the mention of the word "Master" but nonetheless snapped herself back to reality, well, at least as real as this whiteness could be. She snarled at Truth, now sitting in a position pretty much similar to a curious child:

- Ha! – She braked – You think you know hell? I lived in hell! And so did they! I will NOT interfere with his life, He had his happy ending and I will not be the one to ruin it. Take whatever you want from me, I'll give you more to not shove me into their lives.

"Now this is why I said you are interesting dearie. I shall take my prize, but you will not be satisfied. I WILL make you act no matter with what you use to resist. I do not appriciate people who won my game like that kid. I want him suffer. And you my dear are the ingredient I lack for his melancholy. With you in the picture, the story will rewrite itself"

- No! – Hope screamed; nails clutched onto the seemingly endless white floor. She dared not look behind her for she already knew what it was. That gross and cold feeling of getting everybit of your body out – NO! TRUTH! LET ME GO! – She took a firm grab on the stone surface, yelling at the faceless and now grinning evilly figure in front of her. Her vision blacken as the tiny hands wrapped themselves firmly around her face – TRUTH! YOU CAN'T DO THIS! THIS IS WRONG! TRUTH! Truth, you-

- bitch! – Hope shot up, regreting right away her action. Painfully held onto her left side, she watched in horror as the scences unfold in front of her eyes. Two golden eyes and a pair of read orbs stared at her shockingly.

- bitch!

Edward jumped as he heard the word. First he found the girl fell into the table right in the middle of his conversation with Colonel Bastard, now this. His day just kept getting weirder and weirder. He examined the girl cautiously; she seemed to be frightened as she awoke then out of nowhere she imidiately lied down and covered herself with blankets.

- Excuse me… - his little brother started but instantly jerked his hand back as the girl shot up once again.

Her eyes were sad and locked at him and Alphonse as she slowly moving her legs out of the window….

MOVING OUT OF THE WINDOW?!

- Wait- SHIT! - Edward cursed as he ran straight up to grab the girl but was in no way in time. He searched hectically for a dead body on the ground but to his relief, there was none. Need not to say that events like this sooner or later would make his quest for the Stone cut short as a result of several heart attacks.

Turning himself back to his brother who was now also looking as frightened as he was, Ed groaned:

- Let's go get her, Al. She might know something useful.

Nodding in agreement, Alphonse sprinted his way out the door in less than a second after his words.

She might know something about the Stone He thought The way she looked at us was not one of the norm.