"Get up, stupid girl" I felt a firm kick connect with my ribs. "Ow, what?" I glanced up at one of the orphanage's cleaning men, Tavin. He meant well, but he's always been an old grouch.

"Supper, get up or starve."

"Where'd you learn to be so nice?" I chimed in mock cheer as I rolled my eyes.

"I learnt it from spending ALL my waking time here."

I shook my head and waved politely as I pulled my left boot on and hopped out the door towards the mess hall.

The orphanage isn't so bad, I guess. I mean; it has food, water, shelter, what more could a girl want? In truth, I'm a loner. It's not that I want to be, but when you're someone like me. Someone who dabbles in "witchcraft" as the people here call it. You're never wanted. I guess you could say I live in a very backwards part of Amestris, slightly North-East of South City. Alchemy is considered lazy and taboo here, and so I'm treated poorly.

I turned the corner to open the door and was promptly tripped by one of the 'clowns' there. I didn't find it amusing but decided better than to make something of it. I smiled as I rounded the corner past the entrance, grabbed a tray and went to speak to Jenna- the cook and Tavin's devoted wife.

"Hello, Jenna."

"Ah, young Fayne, how are you dear?"

"I'm well, don't worry about me. How are you?"

"I'm well enough..." She took my hand and slipped a small bag of spending money into it before filling my tray with some fresh cut veggies and a honey oat bread sandwhich- just the way I like it. She really was like my second mom, in fact she's the only person here besides Tavin who wouldn't lose their head if I was sent into a murderous rage.

I sat myself down at the nearest empty table and pulled my alchemical notes from my satchel that I carried with me at all times. Munching on a carrot stick I drifted deep into thought and let my mind wander.

I thought of home, of mom and dad. Of how they died. Replaying the memory in my mind over and over like a broken record. I'll never forget that day:

The flowers were starting to wilt and a thin layer of frost coated the ground. I smiled as I sketched transmutation circles in my notebook, perfecting what I knew. As my breath condensed visably in front of me I slowly rose and moved myself in doors. I remember the smell of sage and peppercorns. My mom loved spices, but those were her favourite. She was heavily pregnant and due any day, so my father and I had to suffer his cooking for about two weeks... Looking back on it now, I'm sorry I complained about it. My father had lit the fireplace a while before and had gone upstairs to help my mother who I figured was having another false contraction. In my stupidity, I hadn't realized what had actually happened until it was far too late.

"Mom? Dad?" I could smell smoke. Packing my satchel I quickly ran two rooms over to see the livingroom ablaze. The fireplace releasing it's toxic residues into the air, its' crimson heat spilling past the carpet and climbing up the walls and furnature. "Mom! Dad!" I retreated upstairs as the flames made a desperate attempt to follow me. Running into my mom's room without thinking, I slammed the door. Expecting to find... I don't know what, but I never expected what laid before me. My father, weeping loudly, my mother's still and bloodied form in her bed, my dead baby sibling pressed tightly to my father's chest. "Dad...?" There was a lump in my throat. A loud scream suddenly escaped my mouth as I saw the flames licking at the bottom of the door. I tried desperately to pull the baby away from him then. "We have to go. Dad. We have to go. Let go." He growled angrily. "Please let go." "Stupid bitch." He hit me hard enough to stagger me back and I held my cheek. "Don't you think of anyone but yourself?" "Dad, I-" "Shut up." "The fucking house is on fire!" "Good, now we can all die together." The smile on his face sent a shiver of ice down my spine. "Are you insane!?" "Come here, Fayne." He was reaching for me, and I made a split second decision. I jumped out of the second story window, hitting the tree outside and rolling to an unconcious stop on the ground as my home, and my family burned to ashes.

I shook my head clear of the negative thoughts, that was years ago. I lost everything that day, I was only thirteen then.

"Stupid freak." A young lady, maybe fifteen was audibly gossiping about me from a table away, smiling cruelly at me and turning back to her friends who were all laughing in a bubbly annoying unison. I wanted to kill them, stab them, maybe transmute them into nothing. I smiled silently, returning to my notes. My pen danced across the page, flawless handwriting footprinted in perfect lines as I concentrated. A hiss escaped my lips as a boy ripped it from under my pen, leaving a large ink trail down the page. "You ruined my notes, kid."

"What's this? Oh, look. She thinks she's an alchemist, how cute."

"Give it back." I was losing my patience, but maintained my composure.

"Shut up, stupid girl."

"You have one more chance to give it ba-"

"Why should I?""You have no idea what you're doing, what those mean to me, stop being so cruel."

"Why should I? Who's going to stop me? Your mommy? Daddy? Oh, that's right..." He sneered, "They're dead. Nobody cares about you, Fayne."

I lost it, flying over and hitting him square in the jaw, my left hand caught my paper and I returned it to my satchel before being struck over the back of the head with what I assumed was a chair. An animalistic snarl ripped from my lungs as my rage flew forth at the boy, I saw red as I struck him down. Smelling blood drove me into a complete frenzy and I lost all connection to the world. Distantly, I could hear his sobs and children screaming. Then... everything fell silent, and I was alone.