Hello, welcome to my very first fanfiction story, Fullmetal Alchemist: Field of Fire. It takes place two years after Conqueror of Shamballa. You won't find Ed and Al in this prologue, this is just too start things off and to introduce one of the villains.
By the way, I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist; if I did I'd make this into a movie.
So, without further ado, please enjoy the prologue to Field of Fire.
Prologue
The Moon was full as it cast its light on the base that stood 200 miles south of Rush Valley. It was ten in the evening and so far it was a pretty uneventful evening. That is why General McCallen was so bored. At 35, he had a medium build with brown hair and green eyes that needs glasses. he was at first pleased that he was granted command of the base, he felt all his hard work paid off, but two weeks passed since he was assigned when he realized the truth, nothing happens here. Oh sure, there was the occasional incident here and there but nothing that the higher ups would consider important, and the fact that it was in the middle of nowhere didn't help.
Sitting in the command center like he was doing on that moon-lit night, he often wondered "Who did I piss off to get sent here?" Was it something he said to the Fuhrer Bradley, or to then-Colonel Mustang, did he look at Lieutenant, now Colonel, Hawkeye in a way that Mustang didn't like, (Who could blame him if he did?), or was he cursed when he saw that kid with the metal limbs and the guy in that big suit of armor. "They looked weird." McCallen thought as he remembered the meeting he had with them, that kid was just made a state alchemist when McCallen first introduced himself to them, which was almost 8 years ago.
It was no sense wondering about that now, if he was cursed by that kid, there's no point in repairing the damage now. That kid, the "Fullmetal Alchemist", been missing for four years, his brother had been missing for two. Whenever he asked about them like many others did after the attempted invasion, Mustang just said two words, just two: "Classified Information." Asking that kid's friends didn't help him get any information, only a broken nose. When he asked that kid's mechanic, she punched him; he clearly hit a sensitive spot with that question!
That's when he stopped asking about the young alchemist, in fact, that maybe what got him in this base in the first place. That mechanic was on friendly terms with Hawkeye and Mustang, maybe she complained about him to them. McCallen may never know if that was the case, but every night he couldn't stop thinking about it. It almost makes him crazy, the mystery about why he's here, the boredom. The only thing that keeps him sane is his dreams, lying on a nice beach on a sunny day filled with beautiful girls, that was his dream; actually it was every man's dream. He starts to doze off, hoping to see that dream once again.
That was when he heard an explosion; it brought him from his boredom. It must have been a big explosion as the ground shook, like an earthquake. He grabs his military jacket and runs outside, he saw huge clouds of smoke coming from an area on the ground that was clearly on fire. McCallen spots an officer coming from that area. McCallen runs to that officer.
"What the hell happened?" McCallen asked.
"Sir, I was inspecting the tanks when the hanger exploded!" The officer responded, saluting.
McCallen brought out his radio, "Watchtowers, are we under attack?"
The radio responded, "I don't know sir, there's no enemy in sight."
Thoughts ran through McCallen's mind, "Was it sabotage?"" Maybe an accident?", "How many men did we lose?"
"Casualties?" McCallen asked into the radio again.
"Eleven dead so far, sir, but we're not sure how many were inside" a woman responded through the radio.
"Okay, our first priority is to contain the fires, I want all available personnel to-"Another explosion interrupted McCallen.
"That was the barracks!" an officer yelled out.
Yet another explosion, this one McCallen saw clear as day, the Med-Clinic was just destroyed. "Too many explosions to be an accident" McCallen thought. "This is definitely an attack, all security teams on high alert, we may have an intruder, locate and apprehend!" McCallen ordered.
McCallen listened as the radio was bristling with activity:
"We lost contact with Watchtower one!"
"Watchtower two went dead!"
"Towers one and two please respond, I repeat, respond"
Then McCallen heard a scream.
"Tower three is under attack, what the hell, one man, it's just one man!!"
"One man, how can one man do all this?" McCallen then yelled into the radio, "OPEN FIRE!"
McCallen heard gunfire's that quickly ended.
"Shit, sir, he's gone, he just fucking disappeared." McCallen heard over the radio.
"Description?" McCallan said into the radio.
"Don't know, didn't get a good look, WAIT, IT'S- ARGHH" The radio went silent
"Tower four, respond." There was no answer. "ALL TOWERS RESPOND!" Again no reply.
McCallen could only stand by as he heard screams all around him. He always wished something would happen, he just didn't think that he would get this. His men dying left and right, and his base, the base he was left in charge of, on fire. "So this is it?" McCallen thought, "This is what I asked for all these years, hell on earth, a field of fire."
His attention was then brought to a scream as he saw a body being thrown, landing right near McCallen's feet. McCallen recognized the body, he was the same officer he talked to after the hanger exploded, he had a stab wound in the center of his chest, looked like the knife went right into his heart, the look of fear was captured on his face, eyes wide open as blood covered his lower mouth. Looked like he died instantly.
McCallen then heard footsteps, which sounded like metal. He turned to look at where the footsteps were coming from, and fear gripped his heart as he saw a figure emerged from the fire, he had on him a black cloak, his head hidden under a black hood. McCallen tried to get a good look at who, or what, this thing is, but all he could see was the black cloak and hood, nearly covered in blood, the blood of McCallen's slain comrades no doubt. Then McCallen spotted something under that hood, not a face, but eyes, bright, red shining eyes. McCallen also saw why those footsteps sounded like metal, his legs, or what he could see of those legs were metal, whether it was automail or metal boots, McCallen could not tell. If McCallen didn't know any better, he could've swore he saw the devil.
"Who are you?" McCallen said dropping the radio and aiming his gun. There was no answer from the intruder, who just stared at McCallen. McCallen got the bad feeling that he was next. McCallen didn't bother asking the intruder his name a second time and fired his gun several times at the intruder. The bullets went through its cloak right at where its body should be, but nothing, the intruder was still standing. McCallen then emptied his gun at the intruder, still nothing. The intruder was still alive.
The intruder then produced a knife from behind its back, very sharp and also covered in blood. McCallen stared at the intruder frozen with fear, until he heard a voice in the back of his mind: "RUN!" McCallen did so running from the creature into the command center. Fortunately for him, the intruder didn't rig the command center to blow, unfortunately for him, the intruder follows him in. McCallen ran through the halls, the intruder must've also taken out the power supply, cause there were no lights, it was dark except for the moon light shining through the windows. McCallen ran into the armory. McCallen looked at the weaponry around him as he had an idea: "If bullets can't stop him, maybe this can!" McCallen grabs a bazooka and several rockets. With McCallen armed; he heads upstairs to the operations room for his final stand. Along the way, out of the blue, he started thinking about the beach and the girls, but he shook off those thoughts knowing that this wasn't the time.
He barged into the Operations Room, which was empty, McCallen tried to contact Central but he had no communications, no way to alert Central, no way to warn them, no way to call for help, with everyone dead, he was truly on his own. He was alerted to the metal footsteps of the intruder, coming up the stairs. McCallen then flipped over one of the desks, and took position behind it with the bazooka, waiting for the intruder. He didn't know what that thing was capable of, but knew that he had to make a stand. Again, the dream came to his mind; again, he shook it off as the footsteps got louder.
The door of the Operations room burst open as the intruder enters the room meeting McCallen over the overturned desk aiming his Bazooka at the intuder.
"HEY, ASSHOLE!" McCallen shouted, "UP YOURS!!!"
He fires the bazooka, the rocket explodes as debris is sent flying in all directions. When the debris stop flying and the smoke clears, McCallen steps over the desk and walks cautiously towards where the Intruder was. Nothing, there was no trace of the intruder, no body, no limbs, there was nothing. Could McCallen have blown the Intruder into atoms, or did the Intruder dodge the rocket? When MCallen saw a piece of metal, he thought the former, he thought he got him.
"YEAH, HAHAHA!" Shouts of joy escaped McCallen, maybe he would live after all, and maybe McCallen can live his dream after all. "TAKE THAT, JACKASS!!"
From the right side of the staircase jumps the Intruder, metal arms out with knives in both hands, he jumps over the railings and lands in right in front of McCallen. The sudden appearance of the Intruder caught McCallen off guard, and when It landed in front of McCallen…He felt sharp pains in his stomach, he looked down to see two knives enter his body. Blood shooting out of his mouth, his face contorted in pain, and with the knives still in his body, he is lifted off the staircase and into the air by the Intruder. McCallen Stares in what he decided was truly the red eyes of the devil. He feels darkness crept over his eyes as he thinks about the beach and the girls around him, and then, there was eternal darkness.
So, thank you for reading, please review, and I'll be back with Chapter 1 soon.