1: First Meeting
I ran down the crowded street in the worst part of Central, trying desperately to escape the monsters casing me. One was very pretty and I would've stopped and asked for her autograph had she not been so intent on capturing me. She was called "Lust" by the shorter, fatter one who kept asking her if he could eat me. Lust called him "Gluttony".
"Ooh, ooh! There she is Lust! Can I eat her now?" Gluttony begged from somewhere above me.
"No, Gluttony. Father will be very angry if you eat her." Lust replied, slightly irritated. "But I will let you beat her up a little before we take her." she laughed and I propelled myself still further. I was so caught up in finding out where they were that I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and crashed full speed into someone... something, actually. I looked up and found that I crashed into a big suit of armor. A surprisingly hot guy with long, braided blond hair and a red jacket was staring at me like an idiot. Something large and kinda squishy then crashed into me, knocking me off the armor and into a building. I managed to contort my body enough to wall jump and land on my feet. Again, Hot-And-Blond stared at me. What was that guy's problem?
"Oh man... I really didn't want to do this, but I guess I have no choice!" I whined, clapping my hands and touching my throat, activating my voice alchemy. I screamed at the top of my lungs, unleashing powerful sonic vibrations that rattled the ground and knocked Hot-And-Blond off his feet, along with Gluttony and Lust. Lust smirked at me and vanished with Gluttony. I clapped again and touched my throat, sealing my alchemy. I learned how to do that at a very early age, because of my short temper and the sheer destructive power of my alchemy. I let my hand linger on my neck where my tattoo was, hidden underneath a thick black choker. A breeze sent chills up my back and I noticed my entire shirt back was missing. Anyone who waked by would see my black bra strap and my tribal-like wing tattoo.
"Wow that was amazing! Wasn't that great, brother?" a voice said. The suit of armor sat up and looked at the now stunned (but still staring at me!!) body of Hot-And-Blond, who lay sprawled across a bench across the street.
"Yeah... the alchemy was kinda cool..." he said, hauling himself off the bench and dusting off his leather pants. Oh, he had an equally hot voice as well. "But what I don't get is why Lust and Gluttony were chasing her." he crossed his arms and continued staring at me.
"Why don't you ask her yourself?" the suit suggested nervously as I stormed over and got up in his face (which wasn't too easy, since he was almost a half-foot taller than me. I'm very short.) I noticed he had very attractive eyes of the loveliest golden-amber color. I shook my head slightly and forced my self to focus.
"Well, if you're so concerned about your pals Lust and Gluttony and why they're after me, you go hunt them down and tell them that I have no reason to be hunted down." I fumed, blushing slightly.
"Excuse me! Y'know, if you wanted help, all you had to do was ask." he shot back.
"I never said I needed help! You're the one staring at me like I'm some kinda sideshow freak!" I raged. He took a step closer.
"Maybe if you weren't dressed like a freakin' weirdo Eskimo in the middle of summer, I wouldn't have stared!" he yelled.
I snapped. Sure, I don't know the guy and he doesn't know what happened to me in the past, but it really irritated me when he called me weird. I slapped him across the face. I felt tears threatening my eyes. He slapped me back, with something much harder than a regular hand. Automail, most likely.
"Brother! You should be ashamed! You're not supposed to hit girls, especially with your automail arm!" the suit stepped in front of me protectively.
"Move, Al! I'm gonna teach that bitch a lesson." He clapped and touched his right arm, transmuting it into a blade (that must be his automail limb) and pointing it at me. He must've seen the Truth too.
"What?!" I squeaked." What did I ever do to you?!" I asked, getting flustered.
"You knocked me clear to the other side of the street with your stupid alchemy! That's what you did, you idiot!" he yelled, but instantly looked like he really regretted it. Probably because I have a tendency to cry when someone yells at me, the result of an abusive uncle who called me stupid and beat me mercilessly one time too many. I crossed my arms firmly and turned away, running away and stopping in a nearby alley, where I curled into a pathetic ball and sobbed quietly.
"Look what you did, Ed! How are we ever going to find her so you can apologize?" The suit... Al... Scolded.
"Apologize?! You've gotta be kidding!" he griped, getting closer. I stopped crying and leaned against the wall, trying to slow my breathing.
"She's probably only ten! She can't have total control of her alchemy at her age!" Al defended, or tried.
"I'll have you know I'm seventeen!" I said loudly. I stepped into view and rubbed my eyes vigorously. "If you have any crap to say about it, say it now or forever hold your peace." I threatened.
I stared boredly at their shocked faces. Hot-And-Blond... I mean Ed... was the first to speak.
"no way. You can't be seventeen!" he stuttered.
"Pfft! She's the same age as you but way shorter!! How cute!" Al said coyly. I picked up a nearby garbage can and chucked it at him. Metal clanked against metal and he wasn't fazed in the slightest, but it felt good to release a small amount of the seventeen years' worth of anger, frustration, and sheer agony smushed up inside my aching, broken heart.
"H-how dare you... you... d-don't even know a-anything about m-me... so how can you..." I started, but soon stopped because I was so flustered and confused myself. I stood there crying silently, not caring that I looked like crap with cuts on my face, my shirt barely there and the horrible scars on my back bared for the entire world to see. Something tall and warm enveloped itself around me.
"I'm sorry. You're right, I don't know anything about you. I shouldn't have have acted the way I did. Will you forgive me?" Ed asked gently as he hugged me. I buried my face in his chest and nodded. I heard a car pull to a stop.
"Mr. Elric, I found you. Mustang wanted to see you." A person from the military stepped out of the car. He noticed me, blushed a little and recomposed himself.
"you too, miss." he added.
"Here. Wear this." Ed offered me his red jacket as he unleashed a string of profanities. I looked down at the jacket and un-balled it to put it on. I gasped when I saw the symbol on the back. A cross with a serpent, wings and a crown. The same symbol I had tattooed on my abdomen, just below my breasts. I shook my head and slipped the jacket on, climbing in after Ed and Al.
A/N: wellpers, here's the first FMA story i ever wrote, ever. like, the original. first one. EVER. this is what got me into writing fanfictions. okay, i know it'll be really sucky, but i wanted to show you all what i used to write like when i still used quizilla (this was originally posted there). also, i jump between P.O.V.'s a lot. hell, it was my first, i didn't know what i was doing, okay? also, things might not make sense, but that's intended. it will make sense in the end, so just hang in there for forty nine chapters, plus an epilogue (yeah, it's longer than DXM. that kinda bugs me, but DXM was written better so hah)
some recurring theme you may notice are i put lots of songs into my fanfics. that's cuz i'm really into music and can often be found listening to my iPod so it infects my stories. also, the main character sings and dances and some other things you may recognize from DXM. i used this as a base for DXM, so please bear with me. like i said before, this was my first one ever written so just... yeah.
rieviews and flames are more than welcome