Chapter 1
The Moon Alchemist
Point of View: Not really anyone (A/N: The point of view will alternate between Ed and Electra in future chapters.)
Ed sat up straight in bed, not again, he thought. Yes, the guitar playing had begun, like it did every night at 10:45. It was the girl across the hall. Ed had never seen her, but he was told never to mess with her. This was different; she was keeping him up at night. Even though the songs she played were sad and beautiful, something had to be done, she was getting annoying. Her playing had no flaws, but it was just so damn loud, that was the only problem.
Ed busted through her door, and he was very surprised by what he saw. The girl was beautiful, in a scary sort of way. Her hair, only a little past her shoulders, was black with red streaks. She was deathly pale, and dressed in all black. She had the gothic look going for her at least. She looked up at him with green eyes that seemed to reflect the sadness of an age. Ed didn't notice yet, but she had, on her left hip, there was an alchemy sign.
The moonlight streamed from the open window onto the dark figure who was propped up against the bed. She had a black guitar in her hands, and a vague, yet sad, expression on her face. There was a black choker around her neck, but it was slipping off a little.
"Why are you here Edward Elric?" she asked, her dark red nails tapped the now-silent guitar with a dark, menacing beat. It sounded like she was counting out the last beats of his life. Her dark eyes stared at me with sadness, and slight anger.
"I, uh, I just came here to tell you to keep it down just a little, some people are trying to sleep!" Ed yelled at her.
Nothing fazed her; she kept her vague stare that seemed to be haunted. "If you knew anything about me," she hissed angrily,"you'd know that I loathe the day, so I have to be awake at night!" Then she curled into a spasm and coughed, blood was coming from her mouth and running onto the floor.
"Teacher…" Ed said, remembering Izumi, his teacher, who had coughed up blood like this as well.
"Get out!" she hissed at Ed. Blood was running from her mouth, and down her white neck. It made a scar visible, an ugly scar. It looked as if she had tried to slit her own throat, or had someone else? She seemed to look at him mockingly, made very scary by the blood that ran down her neck.
All Ed could do was stare at her tiny frame. He knew she was in pain by the way she was leaning over her knees. She started coughing again, then looked up and glared menacingly with her green eyes.
"I told you to get out!" she yelled.
So, Ed got out, and as fast as he could. He didn't care if she blasted her guitar now, he just wanted to get away from her. She was unreal; he had never seen anyone like her, so dark and foreboding. All he could do was curl up and go to sleep, and hope the vision of her, with blood running down her chin and down her neck, vanished into the night.