This is in response to an unofficial contest a member on a site I help Admin, made. So this is for DespairAngel and whatever judges she gets to look at it. This is an FMA fanfiction that I crossed with Silent Hill. I just think Ed has the kind of story that would make a good Silent Hill game.

Anyways she wanted something short but not to long. I can't do short but I did like what I did with the prologue. I plan to turn this into a long project and eventually hope to do a second Silent Alchemist with someone else as the main character but that's after this one. In which case I'm simply submitting the prologue for judging but I'm going to post more then just that. That's the only one up for judging though. Anything posted after is not but if the judges want to keep reading then that's fine it just won't count.

FMA belongs to Hiromu Arakawa and Silent Hill belongs to Konami. I write this with no intent of profile and suing me will earn you nothing but me laughing at you. Mwah!

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Teachings that do not speak of pain have no meaning,

because humankind cannot gain anything

without first giving something in return...

"Alphonse!"

"Alphonse!"

The boy looked around frantically, hoping to catch some glimpse of his brother. Nothing but darkness and the horrible smell of blood came to him. He stood up, feeling in the darkness for some kind of light source praying with every ounce of his small being that his brother was okay. He walked slowly, unsure of what was where, well aware that the smell of blood was getting stronger with the direction he was going.

"Alphonse! Where are you?"

He tried calling out again almost falling as his foot connected with something that rolled away from him and without thinking he moved quickly in the direction that it sounded like the object had moved in. He slowed down and cautiously moved his foot out hoping to find whatever it was and not run into anything else. Finding it, he bent down and felt on it, realizing it was the flashlight they had brought with them. He let out a short laugh of relief and picked it up, trying to turn it on. His smile widened as he realized it worked and looked around.

The whole place smelled of death but he couldn't figure out why, nor could he remember why he was where he was. Something about it didn't feel right, like he should be there, not like this. He used the flashlight to look around but could only see the dirty walls of their barn. He squinted and moved closer to the nearest wall, trying to figure out what was on it. As he got closer he saw weird symbols written in red on the walls and decided he didn't want to get too close to see exactly where the red had come from.

"Alphonse!"

The boy tried again but still got no response. A sound startled him and he quickly turned around, hold the flashlight tighter but trying to get as much light in front of him as possible. He slowly inched toward where he thought he had heard the sound, fear creeping into his small frame, causing him to shake. He moved past the stalls the cows had been kept in, though there were none in there now. It struck him as odd since it was nighttime but he was distracted by that sound again. The sound of scraping. He tried to get his body to move forward but the scarping sound was now coming faster, and getting closer to his position. He decided on a different tactic and tried to get his body to move away from the sound but he was shaking so badly, causing the light to move back and forth.

He almost dropped it when he thought he saw something move within the shaky beam. Forcing himself to hold still he tried to look where he had thought he had caught a glimpse of it but found nothing. This did nothing to ease his fears as the scraping had stopped at that point as well. The shaking boy finally managed to get his body to move backwards though he couldn't take his eyes off in front of him. They widened even more as he heard the scraping one more. It seemed to be right on top of him and he frantically moved the light all over, trying to find it's source but at the same time hoping never to find it the only sounds was that horrible scraping and his frantic gasps.

"Edward..."

A horse voice that sounded as if it hadn't been used called from the darkness and suddenly something moved into his light again causing the boy to let out a frightened scream and drop the light, forgetting about anything else but getting away. He couldn't see where he was going but it didn't matter, all that mattered was getting away. He turned and cried out in pain as his right knee connected with something hard knocking whatever it was over with a loud crash. He was forced to lean heavily against, what he recognized was his father's work table as he tentively felt his knee. He felt something warm trickle down his leg but before he could assess the damage the scrapping got even closer. Panicking he started to run again, ignoring the intense protest in his knee. He opened the first door he found and then quickly closed it, panting wildly. He stiffened as the smell of blood he had smelled before was overwhelming and glanced behind him, his eyes wide. The room was lit with several candles, casting a soft glow but lighting up the room. The small room was covered in various, odd looking symbols, all done in the same red color. In the center was a large circle with a symbol within it. It looked so familiar but he couldn't place it. He didn't want to place it. Within the very center was a massive pool of blood and he looked with growing horror that a trail was leading out the door he had come into, as if something had been dragged.

A loud banging came from the other side of the door scaring him and he almost slipped in the still fresh blood, his knee almost giving out on him as he tried to get away from the noise as fast as possible. Whatever was on the other side continued to bang on it, trying to get in. He looked frantically around for an exit but fell tears fall down his face as he realized the only way out was through the door he just came from, that something was now of, banging on it. He fell to his knees by the circle clutching his injured one, as the tears continued to fall.

"It, it wasn't supposed to be like this..."