Author's Notes: Hey guys it has been a long while since I last put anything on this account, I've decided to start off fresh so this is my first cross-over and I chose Darker Than Black and Fullmetal Alchemist because I had a really weird mental connection between them, this will follow a OC and it takes place in America where Purgatories Gate has been opened. I will have some minor notes at the end as well. Hope you enjoy, R and R if you would be so kind otherwise just R and E, (Read and Enjoy)

Purgatories Gate: Prologue: Alethia

A strong wind blew throughout the trees, leaves trembling against the force. The night sky was almost entirely blocked out by the smog generated from everyday life. The area was dark and filled untrustworthy looking people and nothing but sirens providing noise. It was the kind of area one would hate to be lost in. One young woman seemed to be in a very unfortunate situation as she walked the streets. Her eyes darted back and forth hoping to not catch anyone's attention. A chilling laugh paralyzed her as she looked behind her. "Well there you are sugar. I was wondering where you'd disappeared to." Nothing but piercing yellow eyes could be seen from the alley she'd just passed. She wanted to run but something was preventing her, as if she weren't in control of her own muscles. "Don't worry darling. It's only a little trick I picked up."

"You're a contractor aren't you?" The only movement she could feel was the trembling in her right arm. Tears formed in her eyes as the figure moved closer to her.

"You shouldn't use that word lady." He made a hiss like noise before moving directly next to her ear. His movement was swift and she couldn't trace it."You might draw the wrong kind of attention." He laughed again and closed her eyes preparing for whatever this thing had planned for her. He was definitely a contractor based on the paralyzing feeling she had. Contractors had begun appearing all around the America since the Purgatory Gate had been created. She was face to face with one of these abominations. She heard a siren that seemed much closer than the others sounding in the background. So close in fact it sounded like it was on top of her. The police car screeched as it round the corner coming to a sudden halt. A young woman stepped out and yelled to them.

"Contractor 142 put your hands in the air and back away from the girl." He did as she said before laughing loudly. The officer's hand began trembling as she released the gun. She was not in control of her body.

"You must be a new recruit, they didn't teach you anything about Contractors did they?" He was completely correct. She had only started a week ago she knew little to nothing about them other than they were to be feared.

"Let the girl go, you may do with me as you please but please release the civilian!" He smirked at her plea.

"I intend on doing with you as I please." He licked his lips with a sickening grin. "But I will do so with her as well." He licked the girls neck causing her tears to stream more strongly. A gunshot echoed through the air, the man barely had enough time to separate himself from the girl. His eyes scanned the surroundings and finally stopped on a man by the officer. "Who the hell are you!"

"Tall contractor of above average build, number 142, ability vocal cord manipulations allow target to effect peoples eardrum and disorient them." The man wore black glasses and had an ear piece.

"So you're a state marshal. Soldiers trained and specialized in the murder of contractors, let's see how well they prepared you!" The contractor lowered himself before rushing towards the marshal, his voice cackling with each step.

"Using your disorientation must make you seem faster than you actually are. Unfortunately for you." The contractor swung a fist at the marshal who side stepped it easily much to the contractors amazement. His arm was forcefully gripped and he was thrown over the marshals shoulder. "I am quite well prepared. You use your laugh as a mask for your ability, I have these earphones to prevent just that." The man lay still on the ground. "Target appears to be disabled." Two hands grabbed the earphones and removed them. He spun around to see the female police officer in a trance like state. He then heard the cold laugh from behind him, he could feel his body tensing and moving against his will.

"It's not just disorientation you idiot, its control over their muscles, including the brain. Stupid marshal trying to kill me, you end up losing your own life instead." He laughed again loudly before pulling a knife out. He placed a hand on the marshals shoulder pointing the knife at his neck. "No interest in toyin with men sorry boy." With one swift motion the blade pierced the skin. The marshal's body trembled as if trying to escape it's inevitable shut down. He gasped for air only twice before his body became limp.

"Please just let us go!" The woman screamed to him regaining her ability to speak. "I don't want to die! I just wanted to see my boyfriend!" nearly instantly the man was beside her again.

"Don't worry, I will keep your body company baby." He breathed against her neck causing her to gag from his vulgar action. His hand slowly traced down her body as if he were mapping it out. She could see their shadows from the lone light behind her. The shadow of his hand vanishing behind her back. Tears streamed like a torrent from her eyes. She clutched them tightly shut preparing for the worst. A sound of glass breaking caused her to open them again. "What the hell?" He looked around for the source. The light behind him had been shattered and the alley was now dark accept for the end where the desolate road could be seen. "Someone over there?" He yelled. He could hear footsteps but could see no sign of life.

"It truly is amazing what some contractors are capable of, manipulation of the body by using sound waves alone. You must have built a hefty toll to pay when this is all over. You haven't been using your abilities sparingly." The Contractor turned around and saw a young man with a hooded jacket kneeling by the corpse of the marshal.

"You a marshal too?" the jacket laughed a little before standing up.

"No not a marshal, just a civilian passing by. I have an unhealthy interest in contractors I've been told."

"Get out while you still can!" The female officer said coming back to her senses.

"Like I would let the boy leave!" He began laughing as he turned to look at the boy again. The hooded figure however was gone. "Where did you go you little shit!"

"I don't think anything funny was said, so your laugh caught me off guard is all." The contractor slowly turned around to see the man standing behind him and next to the officer. "It will be alright ma'am just calm down." She could not see his face, little beneath the hood was visible and all that was, was his bangs. He walked past the contractor and approached the other woman. "Are you alright?" She was still sobbing. "I'll take that as a no."

"Who the hell are you?" The hood shifted to face the man. In a matter of moments he seemed to teleport before him.

"Well, I believe I already said I was just a civilian. What more do you need to know?" The man was far to angry to play along with this boy any longer.

"Let's see how funny you are after you can't move ya shit!" He began emanating a piercing ring from his mouth. The hooded jacket seemed unaffected.

"You are really annoying. I mean seriously would you just shut up!" he walked to the police officer again. "I need to borrow this really quickly." He pulled the gun from her holster and aimed it at the man.

"Why aren't you being affected?" The officer said with confusion. He remained calm with the girl behind him. The man screeched again. "He is doing it again! I can't stop!" She grabbed the hooded figure from behind. He still didn't move.

"It's alright. Remember just stay calm. I promise you everything will be ok." He felt cold to her touch and his body was motionless other than his breathing. The trigger was pulled firing the bullet towards the contractor, he bellowed in pain as it pierced his flesh. The officer let go regaining her reason again.

"I'll need to end this myself." He rushed towards the man who had stepped away from the officer and tried to tackle him. As his face hit the pavement he was confused, he was sure the man hadn't moved yet here he was on the ground. "What kind of bullshit is this!" He said as he stood, blood dripped from his mouth."You a contractor too or something!"

"The reason you missed is because your toll is being enforced. Do you know what happens when contractors don't pay for their abilities?" The man kneeled by the contractor. "It's truly upsetting the first time you see it. Tell me what is your payment?" The man looked up with increasingly pleading eyes.

"I need oranges allot of them! I need to ingest allot of citrus!" The hood cocked with confusion.

"Well that's unfortunate. I don't seem to have anything with citrus near here. Perhaps your time is at hand." The man's face turned to an even stronger fear.

"Please! I need some please! I beg of you!" The man looked down and sighed.

"If you insist, just take a deep breath." The contractor was confused. The man dropped a capsule that burst into smoke. After a few coughs the contractor passed out cold. He walked to the officer who was still very disoriented. "Take him to the hospital and call the State Marshals they will likely remove his vocal cords, after that he will be easy to keep in prison." He turned to leave when she called out to stop him.

"Wait! Thank you for helping, but who are you?" The hood looked down and laughed a little.

"I can't tell you that." She seemed a little upset. "keep the streets clean. We need a few good officers to achieve an Alethia."

"What?"

"Alethia, it's Latin, it roughly means 'truth which emerges from darkness into light' there is allot going on lately that is not coming to light." She put the knocked out contractor into the car and faced the hooded figure again.

"Well you're a hero too." He sighed gently before responding.

"I am most definitely not a hero.

Author's Notes 2: So I decided to go with Purgatories Gate as the name of the location because in catholicism, purgatory is a location between heaven and hell, a state of limbo where you when your not meant for hell but have not earned the right to heaven either. as such I figured since Heaven's Gate and Hell's Gate had been used why not use a title that was similar to these.

I understand the chapter is a bit short, been really busy with work and it's supposed to be a prologue, I am going to try and average 2.5 to 3 thousand words a chapter and am going to try and get the released quickly, like once a week or so. This next week I might miss a little with School starting back up.