Title sucks, couldn't think of anything better. Um…this is my first Fullmetal Alchemist story, it's kind of weird but I hope you take the time to read it. Sort of crossover...sort of not...a little alternate universe...um it is kind of a crossover with Riviera: the promised land. Some things borrowed, but a lot of it is just norse mythology. Hopefully it is interesting…I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist riviera or anything…
Divine Judgment
Dark clouds filled the night sky making it impossible to see the moon and the stars. Lightening flashed, briefly illuminating the dark forest and the abandoned house it surrounded.
Running quickly through the torrential downpour, several figures started appearing from the thick surrounding forest. Each figure was wearing hooded rain coats, the hoods keeping the rain off their heads and hiding their facial features. The figures hastened their pace as a bright flash light erupted from windows the small rundown house in the center of the small clearing.
The dark figure leading the group got to the door and began trying to open it. No good, the door was locked. With no time to spare the person slammed into the door successfully smashing it open. The sight of the houses interior made the group gasp and a woman in the group let out a small, strangled scream.
Blood was splattered everywhere. There was so much of it; on the floor, the walls, even the roof had blood splattered on it. In the center of the single room house was a figure, soaked in blood. Directly across from this figure was what appeared to be a pile of bloodstained cloth. Surrounding the pile was a large circle painted on the floor in black, there were also similar circles on all four walls and the roof, all of them had intricate designs and symbols inside them. The figure sat with its back to the door, facing the lump of blood and fabric. The leader of the group threw back his hood, revealing black hair and smoldering obsidian eyes. He quickly rushed over to the blood covered figure.
"Alphonse! Are you alright?! What have you done?!" shouted the tall man as he grabbed the person, a young blond boy, and began shaking him. The rest of the group edged forward, worried about the youth but fearful at the same time. They each began pulling their hoods off, some coming right up beside the dark haired man and others hiding near the door.
"I did it…I brought him back…brother…" the blood covered teen said tiredly, dark circles were under his eyes, he looked like he was going to pass out from exhaustion. Instead of passing out he began moving forward, slowly crawling toward the bloody lump in the center of the circle. All eyes were drawn to that lump and it was discovered that it was moving, slowly, up and down, as if breathing.
"Edward?!" gasped a blond long-haired woman who appeared to be in her late teens. As Alphonse struggled to reach the figure within the circle the dark haired man approached it cautiously. The blond woman also began to slowly move toward the figure; however, she chose to stay behind the man.
The man reached out slowly and grabbed a bloody piece of fabric that covered the lump. As the fabric was pulled away a person was exposed. He was covered in blood but clearly human. As realization dawned on the man he rushed forward and quickly grabbed the boy and began checking him a pulse.
"He's alive!!" shouted the man. He then quickly began checking the boy for injuries. "There doesn't appear to be anything wrong with him, he's just unconscious." The man said to everyone in the room. Alphonse smiled weakly and sighed in relief as he drifted out of consciousness. The other ten people who had been craning their necks to see the two boys gave a collective sigh of relief and began approaching them.
"Thank goodness Alphonse is safe, and Edward! I thought I would never see him again! Someone up there must be watching out for those two!!" said an old woman as she walked up to Alphonse.
"We are very lucky that Alphonse is still alive, human transmutation is very risky business… I didn't think that Alphonse would attempt human transmutation again after all FullMetal did to get his body back. I thought he was the smarter of the two." The old woman nodded in agreement and moved to Alphonse's side and began checking him for any injuries. The dark-haired man carefully lifted the unconscious form of Edward and began making his way toward the rest of the group that was surrounding Alphonse.
A tall man with a single lock of short curly blond hair and a thick curly moustache bent down and picked up the younger Elric brother. "I suggest we get these two to a hospital where we can properly take care of them." Said the man. As soon as that was said he began to make his way through the crowded room toward the door.
Apprehensive of the storm outside, but agreeing that this small, blood covered house was no place to take care of the two unconscious boys, the rest of the group began making their way out of the shack and into the rain. Lightening flashed and thunder roared as they trudged through the dark forest and pounding rain toward Central.