Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemists. I owned the Fullmetal Alchemists stories I wrote before this one but this isn't a redo chapter.

Chapter 1: Dystopian Alchemist

He looked up at the sky and scowled. Stupid birds, he thought. He tried to save their lives and they repay him flying off with a cheese string. The seagull will choke on the cheese string and die. Did he mention the cheese string wasn't his? He walked out of the mall and saw seagulls fighting over the cheese string in the parking lot. They were just stupid birds.

He had a slender body. His bones were showing when someone removed his shirt, shoulder length white striped brown hair, intelligent blue eyes, and pronounced nose. He came here when all hell broke loose and creatures started attacking the world.

He sighed. He needed some good advice on how he could recover from a sleep hangover. He stayed up in the most expensive suite he could find, played video games to the point his fingers were hurting, and he bought more video games. The video games emphasize why he was so tired.

Not having a car or a driver's permit when you are fourteen years old and live alone is a good thing. No one gets mad at you for your smoking habits, inappropriate words, or knowing how to drive a car already. It would be the perfect life except sometimes it got really dark and he was very afraid.

The world wasn't remotely occupied by normal people. Ever since the war people have been staying in refugee camps, and the policy was for them to give them all their money. Everyone looks alike, but their soot-filled faces and the tipsy bystanders were what embraced him every day. He gets to stay in his suite; everything smells like copper, and no truancy. The only problem was the food. With the radiation in the ground and immense casualties on animals, food was hard to obtain. Every restaurant was rundown, the corn stands were gone, and everyone in posters looked like a total bitch.

Believe what heckled him the most. There was no longer ice cream in this dystopia town. No late night movies, no going out after dark, you weren't allowed to leave your house unless four or more people are with you and one of you is carrying a gun with you. Thank God I don't live here, he thought.

Not the entire world was devastated by storm, flood, and war. Twenty-seven percent of the world was rescued by brilliant protégés with great gifts. There was an alchemist who lost his arm and his leg and made metal replacements for himself. He wasn't looking for an alchemist. He needed a god to save him, but the best thing the world had was military. He showboat those military bastards, showing them he didn't need their help.

Remember the suite he lived in? The one where he was safe after the catastrophic events took place? He didn't really live in a hotel. His home was deeper down and mucky. Every day he waked in silence knowing the only threats were urchins and rats. With his brain he made a TV work with his favorite gaming device: Playstation 6.

Being in here reminded him of when he was nine. His parents were always working and the only babysitter he had was a mute fortyish immigrant from a third world country. Basically he was living as a shut-in, barely leaving the house but still getting high marks on his tests. Now school had changed and he didn't have to go there. Everything was perfect.

Then he showed up. Under the headlights he saw a man approach his home. Scary he was wearing black in a sewer. He carried a small casket behind his back. His face covered by a black veil with metal claws over his right hand. He was the man who delivered missions to him, saving innocent people, and taking down big threats.

" So this is where Alex Hawke spends his time." The man pulled out a sewer rat hidden in his black cloths. Alex didn't know what he was going to do with the little rat. Was he going to eat it; gross. But the man threw the rat back in the sewer. " Don't get up in the middle of the night sleep walking. You might trip in this sewer."

" Hello, ugly," Alex said with a tiny smirk. " You must feel right at home. The whole world has gone to shit and you are in the sewers. I bet a lot of half-eaten bodies must show up."

" On the surface I found charred remains and people murdered in cold blood. I'll leave those bodies for rat food. You are the one stupid enough to live in a place where you can die at any moment." The black veil man took out a folder. The serial number was labeled 555-675-1010. " The rendezvous point in this mission is Titan Blackland. More details will be given when you arrive."

" According to this you want me to find a alchemist? What alchemy does he use?"

" We don't know what alchemy he's studied. All we know is it's an element alchemy. He's incapacitated one of our most precious soldiers and is still on the run. There's no way our scouts can catch him. But I'll tell you where he's not…safe."

" And you need my help finding this threat. When I was twelve years old I thought joining this organization was just a giant joke. But you really need my expertise, and that's just sad. What one hundred people can't do you need one fourteen year old. I guess that means I'm rising up in your ranks."

" Don't get cocky, Alex. We brought you here because your powers made our organization easier, not better. We give you food, water, and safety from threats; that's more than I ever got as a child. Now a plane will be waiting for you and I will take you there, special."