Hi everybody! This is the fanfiction my sister (gaah! I can't remember her username! She'll kill me!) and I started to write a while ago. This is our first, so it might be a little weird, but I bet y'all can handle it.
Dying Not To Hurt You
Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of the Fullmetal Alchemist characters in any way. I only own Patricia, her father, her mother and Sean and Loraine Lewis and my plot.
Chapter one: In My Arms, She Dies
Patricia Taylor sat at her desk trying to write an essay. It didn't go well, and she cursed under her breath now and then.
"Damn teacher giving me homework," she muttered. She was saved by a knock at her door. Temporarily saved.
"Trish? Are you there?" the voice of her father asked.
"Yeah. Come in."
The door opened and Anthony Taylor appeared.
"Hello sweetheart," he said. "You know... I told you before that I'd have to go away for a bit tonight."
"Yeah, I remember. Paperwork. It's your boss, eh? Why won't you just quit?" Patricia asked in the voice of a three-year-old.
"I... I just can't," her father answered. "I wouldn't get hired anywhere else."
There was a moment of awkward silence, before Anthony broke it by saying "I think I'll just get going."
He left the room, and after a minute Patricia heard the front door slam shut.
She became very restless. No time for that stupid essay. Who cares about science anyway?
She went through the house to the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator. No fun inside at all. Just milk and cheese. She sighed and walked over to the TV to zap between the three channels that were available.
When she had zapped through the channels ten times the doorbell rang. She sighed once more, raised from her comfy couch and walked slowly to the door. She opened the door and saw a black-haired man fire this car-selling smile at her.
"Excuse me, miss, but would you like to buy our newest vacuum-cleaner?" The man held a blue, shiny vacuum-cleaner in his hands.
"Erm... no thanks, we already have one," Patricia said and gave the man a polite smile.
"No, but... you have to!"
"I don't have to do anything I don't w..."
"Please?"
Still smiling the man pulled out a gun and pointed it at her.
"No..."
Patricia took a step back, but then her body became frozen in fear.
'Fuck, he'll kill me, he'll kill me, what the hell should I do?' The sentence repeated in her head over and over again.
She heard a loud bang, and in a matter of milliseconds she laid on the floor, her blood making a puddle under her.
The man walked over to her and looked down at her face.
"Thank you, miss, and have a nice day." When she looked into the man's warm black eyes, she knew that she'd never forget this face.
Anthony sat in his car, feeling guilty that he'd left Patricia home alone for the millionth time.
But now, now he was on his way home. He'd come up with an excellent way to repay her for all her lonely time.
He would buy her a dog. Patricia had wanted one longer than he could remember. The dog ought to keep her out of the loneliness.
He got out of the car, with a smile on his face, and went to the small house he called his home. He opened the front door.
"Trish! Sweetheart! I've decided to..."
And then he saw her, lying in a pool of her own blood with a face paler than Death itself. His eyes filled up with fear and his mind went blank.
'What should I do? What should I do?'
"Call 911" a little rational voice in his head said.
"Uh... right," he said out loud while dialing the number.
When the cool voice answered he shouted at her
"My daughter... in the hallway... blood... blood everywhere..."
"I'm sending an ambulance. Where do you live?"
"In my house..." He realized she needed an address. "51 saint Jimmy's street."
"I'm sending an ambulance," the woman repeated. "Now, tell me... What's your daughter's name?"
"Her name... her name? Patricia... but I call her Trish, and her friends call her Trisha."
"Is she breathing?"
He checked. "Yes, I think so."
"Listen to me, the ambulance will arrive very soon, so just keep talking to me, okay?"
"Yes, I'll... I'll keep talking..."
Patricia watched her father struggle. She wasn't in her body anymore, no, she was standing in front of this huge gate looking down at the scene.
"Dad! I'm here!" she wanted to scream, but she knew he wouldn't hear her.
She heard a shrieking sound and turned around to see what it was. The enormous stone gate had opened and revealed thousands of eyes staring at her. Long black arms came out and curled themselves around her tiny body. The last thing she heard before she was dragged through the doors was her father screaming her name and the television news.
"Next: a warning. A man has escaped from a mental asylum. He's got black hair and dark eyes. He's armed with a..."
"Trish! No! No, stay with me! No, TRISHA!"
Inside the gate everything was black. It was absolutely quiet, except for a small voice calling out Patricia's name.
"What?" she answered the voice.
"You have two choices," it said. "Either you die, disappear, the end of all you've ever been, or you can sacrifice something and go to another world."
"I don't want to die," she cried. "I'll go to this other world!"
"Then we'll take two important things of yours. One: your left leg, to ensure your existence, two: your memory of your present life, so you can start over.
"What? My memory...? No!"
"You had a choice. You chose to live and therefore sacrifice."
"What the...?"
Suddenly she felt a terrible pain rushing through her veins, every inch of her body felt like it was burning and she saw things, things she never knew about. Her memory slowly slipped away. The only thing she saw and knew was everything but nothing that was flashing before her eyes.
The only things you will remember are your name, the Gate and your moment of Death...
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Song of the day: The Ghost of You – My Chemical Romance
As I said, a little weird, eh? Please tell me if I spelled anything wrong or something like that.