I was running for my life, if I was caught they were going to burn me alive. I sprinted through the tunnels under Central Command, breathing heavily. Envy was just burned to death right in front of me, and I was the last Hommunculus left. My bare feet pounded the concrete and ached. I wanted to stop, to slow down, but I couldn't. When I turned a corner, I ran into a mustachioed muscle man. Colonel Armstrong grabbed the collar of my shirt and held me up so I was looking him in the eyes. He got a look of surprise on his face, and started to question me, "You appear young, how old are you?" My hands were shaking, and I knew that I had to tell him the truth. "Twenty Five." I replied, looking up at his single lock of blonde hair. The sound of a man running close by echoed through the tunnels. Colonel Mustang rounded the corner and stopped to catch his breath. He said, "Good job Armstrong, put her down and back up." he held up his hand to show his ignition glove, and got ready to snap. "No Mustang. This one is young, we have to take her back for interrogation." They argued on and on about whether or not I was dangerous. Finally they came to a decision.

I sat, handcuffed to a chair. There was a metal table in front of me, and Mustang stood on the other side. When Armstrong came in, they began.

"What's your full title?"

"Anguish the disheartened, the sorrowful, the ulimate firearm."

"Your true age?"

"I told you, twenty five."

"Have you ever killed anybody?"

"No."

"What missions have you done for your Father?"

"None. The other Hommunculi kept me around as a sort of pet."

"Where is your Ouroboros?"

"Back of my neck."

"Are you afraid of us?"

"Only when you have that ignition glove on."

The two men gave each other a look and exited the room. They left me there, and I had no clue when they were coming back. After what seemed like hours, Riza Hawkeye took a seat across from me. She asked me questions about Father, the other Hommunculi, and questions that analyzed my level of threat to them. She sighed and said into an intercom, "Alright Mustang. She seems safe to me."

Armstrong carried me by the back of my shirt collar, walking me into a room with bulletproof glass walls and a titanium door. He set me down on the bed inside, and locked the door. "We'll all be back in the morning. Don't try anything stupid." and with that, I was alone for the night. I studied my surroundings. There was a bed, a lamp, and a ball in my prison. I sat on the floor and played catch with the wall. "This is going to be a long night." I whispered to myself. When I went to bed, I had nightmares of being burned to ashes and left in the tunnels. I woke up breathing heavily, my heart pounding. Mustang sat at a table outside of the prison, drinking coffee and doing paperwork. "Morning." he said, as if I were just a normal girl. It felt nice, to not be killed on sight just because I was a hommunculus. Of course I was in prison, but I wasn't dead.

I sat on the edge of my bed, staring out at Colonel Mustang. "Colonel, do you have some paper and a pencil? It's a little boring in here." He didn't look up, and he didn't answer me either. The scratch of his pencil was the only sound. I sighed and picked up the ball for the millionth time. I sat aginst the wall and tossed the ball, then catching the rebound. The sound was loud and echoed through the halls. I kept going, even at the sight of Mustang's aggrivated facial expressions. Tossing and catching, on and on. Mustang stood up and took a deep breath. I held the ball now, because he slipped on his glove. I slid into the corner farthest from him, starting to tremble. A boy around my age with a long blonde braid entered, with a large suit of armor following him. The Elrics. Of course. "Hi Ed." I waved and he glanced at me, then looked to the Colonel for an explanation. "What on Earth is SHE doing here?!" Edward yelled. Mustang was dumbfounded, "You know her? How?" Edward pointed at me and started to shout again, "She was in the lair of the Hommunculi! She just sat in the corner, the Father had her leashed to a post! Like a pet! She creeps me out!" Alphonse laughed and walked over to my glass cage. I stood up and talked to him while Edward had his spaz attack. "Oh... like a pet... I think she mentioned something like that," Colonel Mustang stated while rubbing the back of his neck, "Well anyway, we need you to take her to the training grounds and see what her power is. The ultimate firearm is what she told us."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey y'all. So my last story had a sad ending, comment to tell me if this should end in a happy way or sad way. I'll take suggestions on plotline too (with credit to thou of course.) Also I might not update this as frequently, sorry and thanks!