Okay so… this is my first fanfiction so I hope you like it! I apologize if you saw this story before and there was just nothing; I accidentally uploaded the wrong file…

Anyway, here's the story!

Edward was doing his best to avoid them on his way home from school.

But, as always, they spotted him. Sneaking up behind the golden-haired teen, the leader of the stepped on Edward's heel and made him trip. Ed hit the ground and the boy who tripped him kicked his side, knocking the wind out of him.

"Loser," the tormenter scoffed. "Never puts up a fight."

Edward yelped as the taller boy grabbed his blonde braid and pulled him up so he was eye level with him.

Edward's feet were hanging in the air, unable to steady themselves on the ground.

"And so short, too," one of the ruffians behind the leader commented. "His feet can't even touch the ground."

Edward tried to pry the fingers from around his hair. "Please," Edward pleaded. "I have to go- I have to get home or-"

The antagonizer threw Edward to the ground and stepped on his fingers.

"Then get lost, midget," he spat at the blonde. "Get out of my sight."

Edward struggled to his feet and speed-walked down the dirt path.

After what seemed like an eternity, Edward finally reached his humble abode. He walked up the stairs to the front porch but then hesitated before entering.

It was past curfew.

Edward cursed himself quietly and took a deep breath and opened the door to his house.

It was dark. No one was in the living room, as far as he could tell. He sneaked to the base of the stairs, and looked into the kitchen. No one was occupying it. He sighed in relief and turned back toward the stairs. He was almost all the way up to the second floor when he heard a man with a deep voice clear his throat.

Edward jumped and slowly looked up. Sure enough, there was his father glaring at his through his thin spectacles.

"Where have you been?" The man chided coldly.

"I- I'm sorry, I-"

Edward's sentence was cut off when his father pushed him backwards down the stairs. Edward hit the floor, his back crying out in pain.

"I told you," The man descended down the stairs and loomed over Edward. "To be back by three. You arrived after four."

Fear showed in Edward's golden eyes. His father's eyes. He hated how much he looked like his dad. Golden hair and golden eyes... Alphonse probably would have looked like him too...

~Flashback~

"Daddy I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" Said Alphonse, Edward's little brother.

Hohenheim turned from the smashed window to 7-year-old Alphonse.

"Why the hell," scolded the tall figure, "were you playing baseball near the window and not expect this to happen?"

"I-"

Hohenheim slapped Al across the face, leaving a red mark where he hit the young boy.

"Ow! daddy," Al's eyes teared up as he covered his cheek with his hand. "That really hurt."

At that moment Trisha Elric entered the room and saw Alphonse crying.

"What's the matter, honey?" She stroked his blonde head. "Are you hurt?"

"D-Daddy hit me," Alphonse whined.

Trisha froze, and then silently stood up. She turned toward Hohenheim, anger flaming behind her irises. She was shaking with rage as she walked toward the tall man.

"How dare you," she said, her voice barely louder than a whisper. "He is our son, and you hit him. Promise me you will never do it again, or I swear I will leave this house with my children and forget all about you."

Hohenheim was silent for a moment before closing his eyes and releasing a long sigh. The next thing he did surprised everyone. Even Edward, who was watching from the corner of the room.

Hohenheim seized Trisha by the neck, holding her up above the ground. Her face paled and she gasped for air as Hohenheim's hand crushed her windpipe.

"Mommy! Daddy what are you doing!" Alphonse tugged on Hohenheim's sleeve.

Hohenheim swatted Al away with his free hand and continued to choke Trisha.

Her face was a pale blue/purple color, her hands clutching Hohenheim's, trying to release his grip on her neck.

After a few moments her hands went slack and her eyes rolled up into her head. Hohenheim dropped Trisha to the floor, his face devoid of expression. He then turned to Alphonse, who was staring in shock at his mother's lifeless body. He stepped toward the boy and grabbed a fistful of his shirt. The tall man grabbed a knife from the kitchen counter, and brought it towards the young boy. Alphonse struggled in his father's tight grasp, but he could not free himself. Edward cowered in fear in the corner of the room, unable to understand why his father would do this. Is a broken window really that big of a deal?

Hohenheim brought the knife to Al's neck and slit his throat. Alphonse let out a cry of pain before his entire body went slack in his father's firm hold. The tall, blonde man dropped Al's body next to Trisha's and laid the knife back down on the counter.

Edward couldn't believe what he had just seen. His father had just murdered his family.

Right before his eyes.

Finally overcoming his paralysis, Edward tried to run away from Hohenheim. But his short legs could only take him so fast, and Hohenheim caught up to him in just a few paces.

He grabbed Edward's arm and twisted him around to face him.

Hohenheim locked eyes with Edward.

"You are to tell no one of this. They lost their lives in a train wreck," the man said coldly. "As for you..."

Edward shivered under his father's unnerving glare as an evil smile cracked Hohenheim's emotionless face.

"You lost some of your limbs in the accident."

Edward gasped in realization and squirmed in Hohenheim's grip.

"No- Please! You've already done enough Dad, please sto-"

Edward's words were cut off when Hohenheim lifted the 8-year-old boy onto the counter. He held Ed down with a firm hand on his chest and reached into the knife drawer. He brought out a serrated steak knife; it almost looked like a saw.

Edward was struggling to get away from his father's firm hold when he felt cold metal on his right shoulder.

"I won't kill you, don't worry," Hohenheim said with fake empathy. "I still need someone to entertain me."

(A/N: I made Hohenheim such a heartless bastard…. I'm sorry if you like Hohenheim)

Edward screamed as Hohenheim began sawing into his flesh, cutting all the way down to the bone. The pain was unbearable. There was so much blood, so much of his blood soaking his shirt and puddling on the counter.

Hohenheim began to saw through the bone that connecting Edward's arm to his shoulder.

Edward's eyes were watering from the excruciating pain he was in. He would much rather die and be with his mother and younger brother than with this murderer.

Hohenheim had completely sawed through the bone and cut through the remaining muscles and flesh. Edward's shirt was now completely soaked with blood and the puddle of blood on the counter was cascading to the floor.

Not wanting the young boy to die, Hohenheim exited the room and brought back bandages and wrapped up Edward's right shoulder.

Edward's right arm was now completely disconnected from his body.

Hohenheim got back to work, and soon the bottom two-thirds of Edward's left leg were no longer connected to the rest of his body.

Hohenheim wrapped up the wound tightly like the shoulder, and picked up Edward's limp body.

Edward's golden eyes were glassy, but he was still heavily breathing.

"Now we're going to act like everyone got injured in a train wreck, and you and I are the only survivors," Hohenheim instructed Ed. "If you tell anyone, you will have wished you hadn't."

Edward nodded grimly as Hohenheim exited the Elric house and walk down the path the Rockbells'.

Hohenheim knocked on the door and put on a fake mask of worry and sorrow. When Pinako opened the door, he told her the fake train wreck story, and how Trisha and Alphonse hadn't made it. He then begged her to help Edward, because 'he was the only one he had left'.

"Oh...oh my..." Pinako muttered.

"Yes, we will help him. He will receive automail limbs in place of the ones he lost."

Hohenheim acted as best as he could to sound excessively grateful as he thanked the old woman. He came inside the house and laid Edward down in one of the spare bedrooms. He then told Pinako that he would arrange Trisha and Alphonse's funerals, and to take care of his son. He then left the house and walked back to the Elric cottage.

~End of Flashback~

Edward's daydream was interrupted by his father kicking him in the side. Ed grunted in pain and clutched his bruised stomach. Hohenheim grabbed Edward by his shirt collar and thrust him up against the wall, Edward's toes barely brushing the floor. Hohenheim bashed his fist into Edward's face numerous times, until the teen had a black eye and a bloody nose.

"I guess that's enough. Now get to your room and don't come out."

Hohenheim dropped Edward to the floor and walked into the kitchen.

Edward knew better than to stick around, so he ran up the stairs and into his room, locking the door behind him. He didn't even care to look at his injuries. He'd deal with them tomorrow.

...Okay...

I don't really think it was the best I could do but... maybe I'll edit it later...

Anyway, Chapter 2 will arrive soon!

~Kayla