Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist and this story was inspired by the series, it is in no way truly related to the series and is entirely fictional.

Prologue

"Okay father, where do you want me to put the materials for our next job at?" asked John a fifteen year old with long black hair that came down to his shoulders.

"Just set it there on the table, you did double check your measurements for the materials right?" replied his father, a rather large man compared to his stout son.

"Yes," John said "and it didn't cost as much as you thought it would."

"Always add more to your expected price…"

"Too save yourself the hasell of coming back with more money." John finished for his father, as he sat the bag on the table. He looked over at his father and laughed. "You need to relax a li'l pop you've drilled me on that one sentence for three years now."

His father smiled back and nodded, then he began to move around the dusty old shop that was used to create his families works of art. He had always hated the old shop because it was small and the equipment inside hadn't been used for many years, ever since his father had mastered his alchemy. Using it to put together the raw ingredients to form the giant statues piece by piece, then checking the measurements of all the pieces he would combine them into one large model, the process that he himself was about to do.

"Father, when are you going to teach me how you put this statue together so quickly and from scratch even?" questioned the young man.

"When we get started on that one there" said his father, pointing to the bag his son had brought in. Then I can finally have some piece and quiet. Will you take the time to learn how to do this alchemy, which is much harder then the growing of plants your mother taught you long ago. Thought the old man to himself. After he had prepared the individual pieces he laid them out in a special pattern and began to draw his array around the items with a special paint made of the rubber his son grew.

"Go inside and fetch me my books there is something I need to double check alright son." Said the old man staring at his incomplete array.

"Yes, Father." Replied the boy as he ran out to get what was needed as quickly as he could. Wanting to be able to help his father, and to be able to see him merge the pieces of the statue together with alchemy.

The train whistle was loud and eerie, as it blew this morning waking the young man from his long sleep. He went to move his arm to wipe the sleep out of his eyes, but for some reason he couldn't get his left arm to connect so he figured he had slept on it wrong again. After wiping both eyes he sat up to a white room with a large window to his right, which over looked the many buildings in town.

"Wh…Where am I?" He asked himself, "How did I get here, and what is with this…" falling short of being able to finish his sentence he had looked down to his arm following it out to just past his elbow, there was a white bandage but nothing else. "What the hell happened to my arm he yelled rolling out of the bed he was in. "Where am I? Where is my arm? And where is my father?" Yelled the terrified young man as he reached for the door with his remaining right hand. Everything became dark as he flung open the door and fell flat on the ground.