Hello readers. This is my first Fullmetal Alchemist fic, and, yeah, that's all I have to say right now. Please continue onto the story.
Disclaimer: It is impossible for me to own Fullmetal or any of its characters. Believe me, I tried.
Chapter 1: Fallen Warrior
On a perfectly normal house, in your typical, run-of-the-mill town, a raven sat, perched on a window still, its' glittering eyes scanning the ground for a potential meal. To the raven, the fading sunlight lit the sky a color that closely resembled different varieties of squished berries. The raven was starving.
It was also the closest thing to a witness to the horrifying mistake committed by two boys, brothers, who had only wanted to see their mother's smile, one more time.
For inside that regular house, one brother lay, clutching the bloody stump that was all that remained of his leg.
"No," he said in a frightened whisper, unable to accept what had happened. "No. Give him back, please, Al…"
The terror in his heart put an edge to his voice.
"Give him back! Give Al back!" he shouted, tears glistening his face. "Please! He's all I have left!"
There was no answer, aside from the labored gasps of the creature they had created.
"Please! I'll do anything!"
He raised his blood stained hands above his head, shifting his gaze to the ceiling as tears flowed freely down his cheeks.
The creature gave one last horrible gargle, before becoming completely still.
No, no, no, no, no…
"Take my other leg," he pleaded, desperately. "Take my arms, take anything. Just give him back!"
A small black hand appeared out of the ground by the boy's remaining leg, but it went unnoticed.
"Take my soul." The boy whispered, his golden eyes blazing with fear, frustration, and strongest of all, determination.
In a flash of bright light, he was gone form the bloodied, reeking room, and in front of a gate.
The unnerving guardian in front of it grinned.
"Your soul, hm?"
That which does not kill me makes me stronger
When Alphonse Elric awoke, he was faintly aware of the fact the something was wrong. There was a horrible odor in the air, something familiar, and everything was bathed in darkness. The only light came from a discarded lamp somewhere.
"Nii-san?" he whispered, dread gripping his heart.
What is going on? Where is Nii-san?
The last thing he could remember, before he passed out, was something going wrong with the transmutation.
But surely everything was fine. Nii-san would fix everything.
But where was he?
"Nii-san?" Al called, in a stronger voice, shivering as he sat up.
That's strange, he thought looking down.
His clothes were gone.
The dread evolved into terror.
"Nii-san?" he called, a hysterical edge creeping into his voice.
Why doesn't he answer?
His clothes were by his feet. Al quickly put on his shorts.
He forced himself to look around the room, as his eyes adjusted to the darkness.
The first thing his strained eyes landed upon was that, the thing they had created.
Al fell onto his knees and emptied his stomach onto the floor, sobbing.
Mother…
"Nii-san!" he said, in a broken voice.
No answer.
The terror had grown, making it difficult for Al to breathe.
"Nii-san!" he sobbed, trying to get up
No, no, no was all that went through his mind.
There was someone on his left. Al could feel his or her presence, but he was not able to muster up the courage to see.
"Nii-san, answer me, please!" he shouted, tears running down his pale cheeks.
All he heard in reply was his own breathing.
Biting his lip so hard that it bleed, Al forced himself to turn around.
There, slumped against the wall, was Edward.
The terror mutated into something beyond words.
"NII-SAN!"
Half crawling, Al rushed to his brother's side.
"Nii-san!" he screamed, hysteria threatening to take compete hold of him.
Something was wrong with Edward. He was soaked with blood. Where his right arm and left leg should have been, there was nothing.
Nothing but blood, which flowed out onto the already drenched floor.
"Nii-san!"
Al forced his brother's face up, his other hand checking for a pulse. It was there. Faint and weak, but clearly there.
The same could not be said for Ed. Al would have thought he was sleeping, except for the fact that his eyes where open.
Ed's once bright golden eyes were dull and blank. He didn't move all, nor say a word.
To the world, he appeared as a corpse. A breathing corpse, but a corpse nonetheless.
"No! Nii-san!"
Panic taking hold of him, Al grabbed his brother's shoulders and shook him frantically.
"NII-SAN!"
There was no answer. There would be none for a long time.
Wow, that was kind of depressing. Needless to say, I wasn't in the best of moods when I wrote this. Anyway, please leave a review and tell me what you thought. If there's something that you don't like, can you please inform me in a polite manner? Thank you.
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The quote is by Friedrich Nietzsche. I do not own it, I just borrowed to be the page break line, because I like the quote.