This is my first uploaded fic. Huh. I've been around on FanFiction for a while, but I've never gotten to creating an account. So, this is pretty much the first time I've ever had feedback from people I don't know.

This takes place after Lab 5 blows up in Brotherhood *I love the first series too*. Please read and review!

I was alone now. Subject 11 was gone.

They took him away about an hour ago, and then the screaming came. All I could hear was him screaming like he was being ripped to pieces. Knowing the people at the lab, he probably was. I wouldn't be surprised if, when they pulled me in next, there were bits of him all over the floor.

I shuddered and curled up in a ball, the cold floor of the crate doing me no justice. Ever since we moved from Lab 5, things had gotten worse. They threw us in crates and secretly shipped us out to the basement of Lab 4. As if our quarters in 5 weren't bad enough, now we were in crates. Or, should I say, I was in a crate.

The scientists had become more frantic with their cruel experiments since we transferred to 4. All of the others had been taken away one by one, and we could only hear their screams. They were never seen again. We were a tough bunch of kids who had lived together for our whole lives, but knowing that one of us would be the next ones to go was too much. Most of us cracked before we were taken. But not me.

Not yet.

I am Subject 12.

I've been at Lab 5 since I was born, along with eleven other kids. Six boys and six girls. We were experimented on to test genetic enhancements. Most of us ended up as chimera. I'm part hawk, which does indeed mean that I have wings. Subject 11 was part monkey, so he was very flexible and nimble.

They not only put us through horrible experiments, but they made us train as well. We were taught many forms of combat: firearms, hand-to-hand, sword fighting, the list goes on. They also taught us alchemy. I didn't know why it was such a big deal in this country, and I still don't.

This went on for fifteen years. I've lost count of the experiments and the amount of scars I have from various injections. It sucked.

Our lives had been okay for a bunch of chimera tortured by evil scientists before they had moved us to Lab 4. The scientists had gotten desperate and began to make their experiments more dangerous. Once every two days, a subject was taken away and experimented on. None of them came back. Ever.

Subject 11 was the last one. I was next.

So, there I was, stuck in a dark room with 11 empty cages and another filled with me. They didn't have much room, so I was crouched over most of the time. My back was killing me. I hadn't eaten in a few days. They'd given me water, though. They needed me alive, but apparently just barely.

I looked at my arm. One word was scrawled on it, barely readable in the darkness. Taka. Hawk. A reminder of how abnormal I was. They tattooed it onto my skin after I was fused with the poor animal. Every time I was told to use my wings, the word burned like fire.

So I waited.

The two days passed, but I wasn't scared. Some of the others had been, but I wasn't. Maybe this was how they all felt, with those serene looks on their faces as they were brought to their deaths. They all had that look on their face. It was like, Sure, death. Come at me. I'll kick your ass.

When the scientists came, they unlocked my crate and pulled the door open. One was holding a plate of food, which I looked at eagerly. I hoped it was for me.

"Subject Twelve!" one barked. "Stand up!" I crawled out of the crate and stood, straight backed. I could tell they were observing me, even in the dim light.

That's right, you bastards. I'm here, and I'm going to live. I smirked, hoping that they couldn't see. One held the food out to me, and I scarfed it down without a second thought.

"Eat, Twelve. You need to be strong." They urged. As if I wasn't going to eat the food. When I was done, they led me down the hall, where all of the other subjects went. I swallowed hard, but my mouth stayed dry. What were they going to do to me?

Finally, we entered a room. It was big, but with a low ceiling. Several other scientists stood in clusters around a large array. In the center, there was a great black wolf, lying unconscious. I saw a flash of red at its stomach. Blood, maybe? But what would these people want with a dead wolf?

"You had better survive this." A cold voice said from beside me. I turned to face its owner, a tall man in a toga. The light made him look like he was completely white. He had long hair and a thick beard, and eyes that seemed to look right into my soul.

Sounds crazy, I know, but that's the only way to describe them.

I swallowed again, beginning to sweat in this man's presence. "You're the only one left, and if you die, I'll be left without a powerful soldier. You must survive. Do you understand?" He leaned forward until he was only inches away from me.

"Y-yes." I nodded vigorously.

He pulled back. "Good. Go to the beast." I nodded again, and walked to the wolf. It wasn't dead, just sedated. The flash of red had been a small stone that lay near its stomach. I crouched down beside it and ran a hand through its fur. It was only then did I notice the blood on the walls and floor.

There was a bright flash of light and pain exploded everywhere. I screamed and the wolf was suddenly awake, howling as loud as it could. I knew the feeling- they were transmuting the wolf and I together to make a new being.

It hurts! It hurts so much! I'm going to die! I couldn't say the words because I was screaming so much. I was scared now. Really scared. Terrified.

Everything went black.

I woke up in a pool of my own blood and the wolf's, panting. Everything seemed more in perspective, especially the smells. I could smell the excitement of the scientists and even the distant fear of the other subjects. The most overpowering smell was that of the blood, though.

The transmutation had been successful. I was now one-third wolf.

The scientists were chattering excitedly about the new breakthrough. I, on the other hand, wasn't excited at all.

"It worked!"

"Our first double! Father will be so pleased!"

"I can't wait to get the results of her first mission!"

I didn't have the energy to move, so I looked down at my arm, which was in considerably more pain than the rest of my body. It was swollen with a new tattoo. Ookami, it read. Wolf. I then cast my sight around the room. The strange man who had assaulted me earlier was gone.

"Twelve! Up!" someone ordered. I groaned, unable to move. Someone came over and lifted me to my feet. I barely managed a stand.

"We have a mission for you." A scientist said in a sugary-sweet voice that only irritated me.

"I'm... too tired." I moaned.

"It's either this or the drills." I winced. Not the drills. The drills were basically just hours on end of showing and retracting our various protrusions and growths. In my case, I had to sprout and retract my wings. There was always blood every time, but no scars were left behind. Just a big red area on my shoulders that never goes away.

"Good." He sneered. "Now, I want you to do something outside for me. I want you to kill the Fullmetal Alchemist." I knew about State Alchemists. They were just military dogs. Why did they want one dead?

"Kill... the Fullmetal Alchemist?" I blinked. "How am I supposed to know who he is?"

"Just look for this." He held out a piece of paper. On it, there was a strange symbol: a cross with a snake writhing around it. Two wings hovered above the cross and between them was a crown. "You can't miss him, anyway." I nodded tiredly. "And we're even giving you some new clothes." He handed me a bundle: a baggy gray t-shirt and a pair of tight black shorts. They led me out of the room and I changed quickly. The shorts were a little longer than they were supposed to be on a normal person, but it didn't matter. I was shorter than normal anyway. I had to be, considering the structure of my body made it easier to fly. Hollow boned and small, I was ready to take off.

The scientists ushered me out into a back alley, where I stood for a moment in a daze. I was so tired, and I knew that I had to complete my mission of they would just come for me. I quickly came to my senses and started at a brisk run through the streets of Central. I would get a better view of the city from on top of a building, so I quickly scampered up a ladder and stood atop a tall building.

It didn't take long for my raptor vision to pick something out. There were two people, a boy in a red coat with long blonde hair tied back into a braid, and a man in a suit of armour. What caught my eye was the symbol on the man's shoulder: it was exactly the same as the one that the scientists showed me. "Fullmetal Alchemist" seemed like a pretty apt title for a man in a suit of armour.

I forced my wings out and felt the blood trickle down my back. All thirteen feet of them were tucked neatly behind me to prepare for a dive off the building. I had talons, too, and I forced them out of my fingers. Blood dripped to the floor as they came out, but now they looked more like the curved claws of a wolf than the talons of a hawk.

I don't mean to brag, but I think I looked pretty damn cool.

I leapt off the top of the building and descended at top speed. As I got closer, I extended my wings a bit to catch the air and slow down. I landed right on the man's shoulders with his head between my knees.

"Die, Fullmetal Alchemist!" I hissed. He let out an undignified yell that definitely did not sound in any way like a man's. Ignoring the thought that he sounded like a little boy, I punched his helmet off and got ready to slash at his throat.

Now it was my turn to let out a yell. There was nothing inside the armour. I was so startled that I fell off, wincing as I hit the ground hard. My whole body felt like a giant bruise.

"I'm the Fullmetal Alchemist, damn it!" the boy in the red coat yelled, trying to punch me. I rolled out of the way, trying to kick his legs out from under him as I went, but I couldn't knock him over. There was a loud clang as I hit his right leg, and I let out another yell, this one of pain. His leg was made of metal.

I sprang to my feet and jumped backwards. The suit of armour came at me, but the red-coat held him back.

"I'll take care of her, Al." He smirked and clapped his hands. There was blue light and one of the gloves he was wearing shredded as a blade poked out from it. Shocked, my eyes widened as I dodged his first strike. His arm was also made of metal. I countered, lashing out so fast and so many times that he could only dodge. After a while, I jumped back just for a second to catch my breath. I wouldn't last much longer if I was already worn out. Then I went at him again with the rapid attacks. He still couldn't counter me.

After a while of this, a grin spread across his face. "You know, you're pretty good at this for a girl." He smirked, and I glared at him. "But your style does have a flaw." I was about ready to leap backwards again, but he kept talking. "Every twentieth strike," he lunged forward, "you have to move back!"

Everything happened so fast in that one second that I could barely understand what happened. He had already come into the swing by the time he finished speaking so I had almost no time to dodge. I moved back and pushed off the ground with enough force to take off, but his blade still clipped me in the side. Blood sprayed the ground as I hovered in the air a few feet above their heads.

"Wha-what the hell?" the Fullmetal Alchemist gasped. While he was in shock about my wings, I was thinking: That's the second time I've escaped death today.

I grabbed my side with one arm, applying pressure so to stop the bleeding, and swept in to deliver a kick that would have broken anyone's skull. He grabbed my foot and twisted me around, slamming me downwards so that I landed on my back. One of my wings broke painfully, but I didn't shout. My problem then was that he was coming at me with a swing from his arm blade. My eyes widened as I rolled onto my broken wing and out of the way. He froze for a second as he saw my terror. I wound up for a punch as I got to my feet, but someone grabbed my wrist.

"No no no," they said in a motherly tone. "You aren't supposed to kill the Fullmetal Pipsqueak. We only said to capture him. I suppose you heard us wrong." I turned around frantically and looked into the eyes of a pale man with long black hair that spouted over a headband, making him look rather like a palm tree. "Do you understand now, girl?" I nodded rapidly and he tightened his grip on my arm. My wrist broke so badly that the bones punched right through the skin. It hurt like you wouldn't believe, but I didn't flinch or cry out.

"Envy!" Fullmetal shouted. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Just passing through, pipsqueak." He smirked and let go of me. I had no choice but to let it hang by my side. "See you around." He walked off, wiggling his fingers in an odd wave. I watched him leave, not really sure what to do.

"...get her to a hospital!" The armoured boy, Al, was arguing. I must have zoned out a little while they started the argument.

"Are you kidding? She just tried to kill us, Al! And now you want to take her to a hospital?"

"Can't you see that she had no idea what she was doing? I mean, look at her!"

"Would you mind not talking about me like I'm not here? I've heard too much of that." I turned to face them and the slash on my side throbbed so painfully that I was on my knees. The adrenaline was gone and the pain was incredible.

"See?" Al said triumphantly. "I told you a hospital would be a good idea."

"Don't... send me to a hospital. That's the last thing I need." I panted. "They'll just send me back to the lab once they find out who I am." I dragged myself over to where a piece of wood was sitting on the ground and broke it to splinters in one quick punch. I ripped off a strip of my shirt to hold the makeshift splint in place. I went to set the bones in my wrist but, as soon as I touched them, I passed out from the pain.

"Uuuuuuuugggghhhh!" I groaned so loudly that my voice cracked. What did the scientists do this time? I tried to roll over, surprised at the amount of space in my crate. Instead, I slid right off something and hit the floor, hard. I clutched the large gash on my side and gritted my teeth.

Oh, yeah. I had just tried to assassinate the Fullmetal Alchemist.

"She's awake!" declared the Fullmetal Alchemist.

"Are you okay?" came Al's voice. I groaned in response. He came over and tried to help me up, but I dodged him and got to my feet.

"S-sorry. Just instinct." I muttered, cradling my wrist. "How long have I been out?" I asked my normal question, usually directed at Subject 11.

"Two days." Fullmetal said. I looked down at my wrist, now a bloody, swollen, misshapen mess. I moved it next to my wrist and studied the proper alignment of the bones. Sighing, I proceeded to set the bones. Usually, it was a leg that was broken, so setting with one hand was much harder.

"Um, shouldn't you get a doctor to do that?" Al asked.

"Doctor?" I repeated as I set my ulna, tears coming to my eyes at the pain. "I'm fine by myself." Al let out a nervous laugh. I ripped off another piece of my shirt and tried it around the holes in my skin where the bones came through. I flexed my wing -which hadn't retracted, unlike my new claws- and discovered, to my chagrin, that it was broken as well. There was no way I was going to be able to set that without help.

I turned to face Al and the alchemist, sitting on my knees. Fullmetal was glaring at me, his gold eyes intense. He's sizing me up. I've seen this before. Every time a new scientist arrived at 5, they did the same thing.

"Well, go on, then. Are you going to kill me or what?" I asked. Both of them looked startled by my words. Maybe they expected something else. I folded my wings behind my back as I waited for an answer.

"Uh, if you don't mind me asking, who are you?" Al questioned awkwardly.

I though over my answer for a second. "Subject Twelve."

"So you are a chimera." Fullmetal said thoughtfully. "What did they fuse you with?" My wings flashed out, their tips touching the opposite walls of the room. My right wing, the broken one, ached when I did so.

"Hawk." I replied. "And wolf."

"Two transmutations?" Al said, astounded.

"Only yesterday. I've been part hawk for a while, but they fused me with a wolf just yesterday."

"A walking, talking chimera." Al reasoned, still looking like he didn't believe what he'd heard.

"Enough about me. Who are you?" I inquired.

"Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist. This is my brother Al." Fullmetal said flatly. "Why did you try to kill us?"

"Why aren't you trying to kill me?" I retorted.

"Because you're human. I can't kill another human." Edward explained.

"You really think I'm human? After spending all of my fifteen years being experimented on in Lab Five, you still consider me human? I guess I should say that's nice, but I honestly don't know what to make of it." I said."I was ordered to kill you by the people who turned me into what I am. The scientists at Four told me to kill the Fullmetal Alchemist or they'd..." I trailed off, shuddering at the thought.

"Wait a minute," Edward held up a hand. "You just said you were in Lab Five, then you said Lab Four."

"They moved us from Lab Five about-" I stopped to count "-three and a half weeks ago. Then they... Oh my god, that's what they were trying to do." They were trying to turn the other subjects into double-chimeras, like me. And they hadn't survived...

"What is it, er, Subject Twelve?" Al asked.

"They killed them all. They were trying to..." The tears of pain I'd been holding back now spilled over as tears of sadness. "The scientists were trying to turn the other subjects into double chimeras, like me."

"There were more of you?" Edward asked. I nodded meekly.

"And they all died in the process." Al concluded. "I'm sorry."

"No, it's alright. I'm glad they don't have to suffer anymore." I sniffled and wiped the tears away.

"I guess you were close to those kids."

"We grew up together. We were always there for each other." I said. "They were all really tough, but I'm glad they died. They don't have to go through the experiments anymore." There was a long pause. I looked sadly at the floor and the Elric brothers watched me, not saying anything. Suddenly, Edward stood up, walked over to me, and held out a hand. I gave him a strange look and took it. He pulled me to my feet. Somehow, I was shorter than him.

"Thanks, Edward." I said.

"Call me Ed." He smirked and walked back to his stop on a bed where he was sitting earlier.

"Well," I said with one hand on my hip, "I should probably get going."

"Get going?" Ed objected. "But you're injured!"

"Indeed I am. I've been through worse, trust me." I gave him a sadistic smile and headed for the door. As I reached for the doorknob, something stopped me. Apparently, being fused with a wolf not only gave me claws and an amazing nose, but I had super hearing as well. I could hear footsteps coming from somewhere down the hall. And the smell was that of the scientists of the lab. Alarmed, I dove under the bed that I had rolled off of and pulled a box in front of me.

"What the hell are you doing?" Ed asked, obviously not amused.

"Shut up." I hissed. After a few seconds, the door swung open abruptly.

"You haven't seen a girl with wings around here, have you, Fullmetal Alchemist?" one of them asked. My breath caught in my throat as I waited for Ed's answer.

"Wings?" I could almost hear the smirk on his lips. "Are you crazy?"

"I suppose she's dead, then." The scientist muttered. Then, so that any normal human could barely hear, "Father won't be pleased." I heard the door close and waited for the footsteps to completely disappear. That was when I came out from under the bed.

"That," I declared, "was way to close."

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