Hello! I would first like to state that I do not own Full Metal Alchemist. I am simply using this story as a form of therapy during my summer break and hope to find some people within the community who actually like my style of writing. I enjoy being as descriptive as humanly possible and will, most likely, drag this story out for as long as I can.
If any reader decides to check out my previous works you'll notice that I haven't written anything in over three years and didn't even give my last story a chance before burning it in to the ground. I am making a promise to myself and the readers of this story that I will stick to this story and update as much as I can. I normally don't have a lot of time on the computer so I normally write in to my handy-dandy notepad and flesh out the details when I get on Microsoft Word.
The story is about my original character Olivia Marx, a young woman attempting to rebuild her life after the Ishvallan War of Extermination. I won't go in to too much detail now because the story will hopefully build her character in to a person you'd want to know more about. Now, before I begin to ramble on about useless trifles, I'll leave you to the beginning of my story.
Every ounce of pain and sorrow stems from one solitary moment in time
She could feel it in her bones as she stared upon the desolate remains of Ishvall. The lives of the fallen men, women, and children were burning a mark of guilt on her heart and she knew she deserved no reprieve from the anguish she was feeling. The chaos unleashed by her hands had begun its descent in to the confines of her mind and she was justifiably suffering. Closing her eyes, she, shaking as she moved throughout the city, she averted her head towards the ground to avoid the images that were displayed before her. Her mind told her to struggle through the terror, that she was stronger than she actually felt in that moment; her heart, however, had no words of comfort. It etched a terrifying scream in to the back of her mind and rendered her useless. Clutching at the remaining pieces of fabric on her pants she marched throughout the city, no longer a soldier, but a broken woman with no respect for herself. She could feel tears forming around her eyes but wanted, with all her might, to thwart them from trickling down her cheeks. The remorse over what she had done with her alchemy was useless. She had innocent blood on her hands and simply couldn't forgive herself for what her abilities had done.
Her hope was gone. Her legs could no longer hold on to the weight of her transgressions. Though she tried with all her might to stop them from breaking her tears of guilt flowed from her eyes and struck the earth beneath her knees. Ceasing her walk of shame, she drew her knees in to the muddied soil beneath her and fiercely clawed her hands in to the dirt. Tormenting both her body and her mind she scratched at it until her hands were drenched in the bloodied remains beneath the surface.
"I know were monsters," she replied, as if answering some unknown entity. Quickly, she opened her eyes and turned to look at the bloodied remains of a nearby building. Before the extermination had begun she assumed that ruble she now looked upon had a far more generous appeal than it did while she stared at it. She imagined a number of people crowding around without a care in the world and hardly had time to think of her actions when her mouth drew out a frightened sob. To make matters worse God, if he existed, chose to direct her eyes towards a figure nearby the carnage. It was a child. Though the child appeared to be dead she wanted to be sure so, as fast as her legs could crawl, she suffered the distance and painfully headed towards the source of her sorrows. "We deserve death," she said, her words hitching as the distance grew closer with every painstaking minute. "We deserve to die but death will wait for us."
Her shaken words echoed through the silent streets as she neared the figure. By then she could faintly make out a long head of hair holding from beneath the rubble. Grinding her teeth, she pounded her fists in to the ground. The Alchemy she had once treasured had been the source of their pain. Had she known that all her hard work and all the hours spent harnessing her abilities would lead her to this destruction then she never would've joined the academy. She had goals and dreams then. Now, the only goal she had was to reach this young girl and hopefully find her alive. With every nearing inch her eyes took in more of the girls features. What was possibly once a rambunctious child running through the streets was now a frightened little girl lying face down in the sand. A fresh pool of blood had formed around her body. It was a sad sight to behold as she crawled up to the girl and noticed the remains of a worn-out teddy bear lying beside her frail body. How could a child so small deserve such cruelty? Why had all this happened? Checking for a pulse, she tossed the debris aside with a surge of power from her hand and turned the young girl over to look at her injuries. Her eyes shot out in surprise as she noticed the blood that had begun to stream down the child's forehead. As it slowly trickled down towards the young girls neck she silently looked in to the girl's eyes and sobbed. She wasn't dead but, due to the amount of blood she was losing, she would fall prey to its sweet release in a matter of moments.
Cupping the young girl's cheek, she stared in to the girl's eyes and looked for some sign of life. The child's red eyes slowly drew focus on to her surroundings until she noticed the hands upon her face. Looking up to face the blue pools of darkness before her she drew out a thin attempt at a scream but nearly passed out from the effort as the hands cradling her softly patted her back. By the look of things, the child seemed old enough to comprehend the reality behind her situation because, in a matter of moments, she gave up her attempts and softly cried in to the woman's arms. Even though she rested in the enemy's hands she had no reason to run. At such a young age the will to live had been snubbed from this young girl's eyes. She no longer saw a young little girl. She saw the remains of a desperate human being clinging on to the remaining minutes of her life. She didn't deserve any of it. This was all her fault.
"All you did was exist," she said, her voice shaking with every word. Placing her forehead gently against the dying child, she allowed her grief to slowly take over her body as she sobbed along with the girl. Her body shook with a fierceness she'd never felt before, as if the flames from within her body were slowly consuming her mind as she cried. Within her sobs she searched within her mind for a way to lessen the suffering that had occurred that day. Using her Alchemy had gotten her in to this mess and knew within her heart that she had to be the one to end everything. Sighing, she withdrew from the child and gently laid her pale body on the ground. "You shouldn't have had to make this sacrifice," she continued, her arms reaching for the young girl's toy. Safely tucking it between her arm, she painted her hand with the blood atop the girl's head and drew a transmutation circle around her body. Her wounds were too severe to mend with just her powers alone so she knew she'd half to settle with what she was about to do.
A rustle of wind and earth slowly formed around the girl, as if mother nature herself had understood the motives behind her actions. With the last hints of sunlight burning in to her skin she completed the array she'd formed around the girl and, staring in to her terror-struck eyes, began to sob uncontrollably as the dirt quickly spiraled around her body. Standing there before the girl she allowed her emotions to run wild as the storm raging around them began to consume their bodies. Kneeling to the ground, she hovered over the girl and placed her hands above her stomach.
"I WON'T LET YOUR DEATH BE IN VAIN!" she cried. After a moment of deliberation, she pressed the palms of her hands in to the young girl's stomach and watched as the blue hues of energy consumed them both. The coursing waves of electricity shook inside the child and jolted throughout the woman's body.
"Give me your pain. Give me the deaths of your people! I will carry the weight of our sins in to the depths of my mind and body. Give me your sorrow!" After uttering the last syllable, the energy coursing through her veins pushed her away from the child and began to dig her back in to the ground beneath her. The storm had begun to consume her body but, for a moment, she noticed the content expression the young girl's face as her world plunged in to darkness. She had succeeded. In pain, she cried out as a shot of energy coursed in to her body and stuck at her like a thousand blades piercing live flesh. She felt as though she couldn't breathe in the clean air she'd once felt before she'd attempted this feat. She wanted to regret what she had done but knew that she had to do this. The tormented souls of the fallen Ishvallan's would never rest until she lay beaten on the ground with the weight of each and every death rushing through her body. They deserved at least this much.
The storm raged on. Her screams echoed through the city, a fitting eulogy for the lives she helped destroy.
"I am your vessel," she screamed, her eyes closed and her body writhing in pain. Curling in to herself, she held on to her stomach in attempt to ease the torture that shook her body. She had to force herself to endure this. If she ceased her actions, then the lives she'd taken would be lost forever in the forgotten ashes of time and she couldn't allow that to happen. This was her punishment and she was ready for it.
"Rest in peace!"
Then,
Her world,
Faded,
In to darkness.