Sadly, I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist. I do, however, own the Harrisons and Gwen :D I hope you enjoy. Critique and flames welcome.

Chapter One: Dream

I would tell you my name, but be honest with yourself. Do you really care? I could also tell you where I live, but I don't feel like seeing your ugly face at my doorstep. And no, I'm not joking.

Anyway, this is not your average Real World meets FMA story. Ya know, the one where the Fullmetal Alchemist obsessed beauty queen gets sucked through some electronic device by Truth for an unknown reason, meets Ed completely by chance, runs around on adventures with him containing plenty of Winry bashing, and in about the third or fourth chapter has Ed wrapped around her little finger and married by the tenth.

This also isn't the story where the Fullmetal Alchemist obsessed beauty queen (who now has glasses to make up for her flawlessness) pops into Amestris with the martial arts skills of Jackie Chan and alchemy ability that even our beloved Eddiekins can't beat.

All this is is a recount of an experience I had two summers ago. You can choose not to believe me, I could really care less. I just want on record the truth about what really happened that summer. Scar, the Homunculi, Father... but I'm getting far too ahead of myself. It all began with a babysitting job at the Harrisons...

"NO!"

"YOU WILL TAKE THIS GODDAMNED BATH EVEN IF I HAVE TO DROWN YOU!"

"LEAVE ME ALONE! YOU ARE NOT MY MOMMY!"

"WELL YOU MOTHER IS NOT HERE RIGHT NOW SO I'M IN CHARGE!"

With an inhuman scream the little tike I was taking care of hopped his defiant butt out of the tub and raced out of the bathroom, leaving a sopping wet me alone with his older sister, Melanie, also known as Devil's Spawn. Melanie snickered as she watched the vein in my head burst and my left eye twitch uncontrollably. I don't know why she got some sick thrill out of seeing me mad. All I know is that it made her eyes light up like it was Christmas morning and she was receiving her own personal icecream truck.

Melanie, at twelve, was only a few years younger than me yet she already came up to my chin. She said it was because I was short, but I beleive that she is just freakishly tall. Most people agree with her. She had light brown hair adorned with purple and green highlights. She was, "expressing her individuality" as Mrs. Harrison put it. Yeah, if expressing you idividuality meant filing down your nails until they looked like claws and wearing so much makeup that a racoon would mistake you for it's mother then yup, she is just unique.

Melanie stopped snickering and looked at me with a cold gaze, blood red claws tapping the lime green counter she was currently sitting on. "Ya know," she began, speaking slowly as if I was a two year old. "If Tommy slips and falls because you failed to watch him properly, you will get fired and possibly sued for all you are worth."

As if a switch went off, I stopped twitching immediately and let her words sink in. I hated to admit it, but she was right. This was the best job I have ever had in my seventeen years of existence and possibly the only one I even had a chance at keeping.

You see, I have a little issue with authority. I hate it when people tell me what to do, even if I know that I'm in the wrong and they are in the right. I got fired from my last job, a janitor at Target, because I refused to clean the bathrooms. Sure, it was in my job description according to my contract, but hey bathrooms are nasty and so are the people that use them. So in short, the manager ended up with a sprained neck from the swirly I gave him and I was fired immediately. A few weeks later, I got this babysitting job and swore to myself that I wouldn't lose this one. So far, I was doing okay and Mr. and Mrs. Harrison liked me, but not for long if I allowed their youngest child to get injured.

I returned Melanie's look with a pleading one, hoping she would give me mercy. "Where is he?"

"Well..." she tapped one finger against her glossed lips and arched an almost nonexistant eyebrow. "I just can't seem to remember." She looked at me purposefully and rubbed her index finger and thumb together with her free hand. Did I happen to mention that she was Devil's Spawn?

Begrudgingly, I pulled my damp wallet out of my back pocket and took out a twenty. I hoped this was worth it. I handed her the money. She tried to take it away, but my grip was firm.

"Let go," she grumbled. I did as I was told and winced as she stuffed it in her shirt. Farewell old buddy, old pal o' mine.

"He told me his new hiding place was in Mom and Dad's room, under their bed," she said as she hopped down off of the counter. "Now if you will excuse me, I am going to go ressurect the dead."

To someone who didn't know her, that would have sounded like a joke, but I knew better. She was dead serious, no pun intended. I watched as she left the bathroom, taking a right down the hall towards the livingroom. Shaking the uneasy feeling that was building up, I took a left down the hall towards the area of the house where all of the rooms were located.

To call the Harrison's home a house was a bit inaccurate. To say something like "mansion" or "Holy shit" was a bit closer. Normally the halls were bustling with workers, but it was Sunday, everyone's day off. Ya know, except mine. Those lucky bastards. I continued my trek towards the bedroom area, keeping my eyes on the path ahead of me. It was so easy to get lost here. Once, a maid told me that long ago a butler forgot to watch where he was going and lost his way. He was never able to find his way out again. Legend has it, his ghost still haunts those very halls today, preying on those innocent souls who lost their way like he did. The maid could have been just trying to spook the new girl, but I was not taking any chances.

Finally, after what had seemed like an eternity, I reached a large circular room. There were five doors, each decorated differently according to the owner. Melanie's room, the one located to the right of the entrance, was painted black and in big red letters it said, "KEEP OUT!" and in littler letters at the bottom said, "THAT MEANS YOU FILTHY PEASANTS!" Isn't she just a doll?

To the left of the entrance was Tommy's room. It was a nice shade of baby blue and decorated with hand prints and various shapes. Near the bottom right corner was a drawing of his family. I chuckled when I saw his interpretation of Melanie. A racoon eyed clawed beast, putting it nicely. There were two other doors. Both were a boring shade of beige and was intended for guests. Lillian, the soon to be head cook, showed me the insides of them. Just one of the rooms were easily bigger than the measely apartment that I lived in.

Finally, right in front of me was the elder Harrison's bedroom. It was so regal, so beautiful, that it would make even the Queen of England sigh in jealousy. The Harrison's had hired a famous architect to design it, Lillian had said. Stepping towards it, I let out a sigh, though not in admirance. That door cost more than all of the things I owned put together when they were new. I reached towards the handle, hoping that I didn't break the door knob. According to Mrs. Harrison, it was made by a long dead ancestor and was one of the last of its kind. I turned the knob and opened the door silently. I stepped inside, wiping my now wet hand on my damp jeans. Yup, he was definitely in here.

I saw wet, tiny feet shaped spots on the carpet leading to under the master bed, just as Melanie had predicted. I winced. Mr. Harrison was crazy about this carpet. If he found out what had happened to it... Let's just say that deer heads won't be the only thing mounted around here. I snapped back to attention as I heard shuffling come from under the bed. A predator like smile crept across my dark skinned face. With the prowess of a skilled hunter, I crept towards the bed. I bent down, my hand darting out under the bed, grabbing a squirming pudgy foot.

For a moment, I thought I had won. Oh, was I wrong. Sharp little teeth bit my hand at full force, actually drawing blood. With a small yelp, I let go and examined the damage. Oh it was ON! I watched Tommy, in all his naked glory, dash from underneath the bed and through the open doorway. Clutching my bitten hand, I got up and ran after him.

So that's how it went on for the next couple of hours. Me hunting Tommy down, Tommy narrowly escaping, usually leaving me with a painful injury to remember him by.

Currently, we were in the kitchen. He had dumped a big vat of flour on me so now I looked like the inside of a drug addict's nose. I sneezed for about the millionth time, attempting to rid my nostrils of flour. Tommy just sat in a cabinet a bit out of my reach while looking down on me. How he got up there, I'll never know. My body was aching and I was bleeding out of more places than I could count.

"No more baths?" He asked, his big green eyes questioning.

I thought this over. Hmm... what the Harrisons don't know won't kill them I guess. "No more," I assured him.

He smiled toothily and put down the wooden spoon I hadn't realized he had. I gulped, glad I had let him have his way. Tommy crawled out of the cabinet and into my waiting arms, yawning. Ya know, like this, he seems almost... innocent. Adorable even.

We both made the journey back to the circular room, his arms wrapped around my neck gently. After I had gotten him dressed and made myself at least half way presentable, we went to the livingroom to check on Melanie. She was in front of the big screen television, drawing something on a piece of paper with substances in jars all around her. A hairbrush sat near the corner of the paper. The television was paused and it showed a circle with a bunch of wierd things in it, shapes I guess. There were two boys, both older than Tommy, with their hands placed on the outer rim of the circle. Both had blonde hair and golden eyes.

Tommy and I leaned over her shoulders, taking care not to knock over anything. On the large sheet of paper was the circle thing on the television.

"Whacha doin'?" I asked in a singsong voice.

Startled, she messed up on one of the shapes she was drawing. She quickly fixed it and then turned to look at me sharply. "I already told you, numbskull. Or was your puny brain unable to remember so much?" she asked condescendingly.

I stuck my tongue out at her. "Just answer the question before I go call animal control on you." I responded in the same tone.

She rolled her green eyes. They were a bit lighter than her younger brother's. "Well if you must know, I am going to successfully do human transmutation."

I nodded my head like I knew what she was talking about, which of course I didn't. She saw right through my ruse ,though, and went on to explain. "I'm going to make a zombie," she said as if I was slow.

"Oh- okay," I responded. Is this the sort of thing I am supposed to prevent? Ya know, since I am the babysitter and all? Oh well, I'm actually kind of curious as to how this will turn out.

I scooped Tommy up in my arms as he tried to open one of the jars and sat on a nearby sofa. He tugged on my long black ponytail and pouted, but soon stopped when he realized that I wasn't even really paying attention. The thing Melanie was creating was strangely enchanting, yet something in my being was screaming at me to stop her. To rip the pencil out of her hands and pour all of those substances down the drain. But another part, a much more convincing part, was telling me to let her do it. Maybe even to get involved and help her.

I sat there for a few minutes, contemplating these thoughts. When I heard a hiss in pain, I snapped back to reality. Melanie had gotten a sharp knife and was now cutting her fingertips. She smeared the blood on the paper and dumped all of the contents of the jars onto the paper as well. She was almost done. Tommy had long since crawled out of my lap and was now sitting next to Melanie. I got up and joined them. She plucked a few gray hairs out of the brush and placed it on top of everything else on the paper. It seemed as if it was an offering of some sort.

Quietly, Melanie closed her eyes and positioned her hands as if to pray. After a long moment, she opened them again and placed her hands on the paper. It glowed blue for a second. In that moment, Melanie looked truly happy and triumphant. But that is when things turned sour. As soon as the circle had glowed blue, it turned a menacing purplish redish color. A sudden wind whipped all of our hair around. I glanced at the windows on the walls, but they were shut tight.

The wind continued to howl and seemed to get stronger. The lights flickered off and I could only see by the glow of the circle. Tommy screamed, but it was lost in the blowing tornado. Tears were falling down Melanie's face and she was repeatedly saying, "I'm sorry, I was wrong, I was wrong...". I yanked at her hands, trying to take them off of the paper in hopes to stop whatever was going on, but to no avail. Her hands wouldn't budge. Tommy continued crying and I shuffled over to hold him, never taking my hand off of Melanie's.

She began to disappear. It started with her hands... then her arms... she opened her mouth to scream, but that ,too, was soon gone. All I could do was stare horrificly. I wanted to reach out and help her. She was just a kid after all no matter how much she tried to pretend differently. I wanted to protect her, but all I did was watch. To this day I am ashamed of that.

Black hands snaked their way up her body and she was gone, but the hands weren't. They made their way over to us. I was rooted to the spot and Tommy was stuggling to get out of my iron grasp, having seen what those things had done to his older sister. They wrapped around me, wrapped around Tommy, and all I could do was scream. My body felt as if someone had tossed it in an open fire and repeatedly doused it with gasoline. Tommy clutched my arm and reopened a wound he had made earlier. Earlier. That felt like a million years ago.

Soon, Tommy was gone. And so was I.

~THIRD PERSON POV~

The wind died down, revealing a wrecked livingroom, but the paper was still intact. The substances that were in the jars had disappeared along with the blood and the hair. It wasn't enough. Just like the Elric brothers, Melanie had learned the hard way that no matter what she gave, or how much she learned, it just wasn't enough.

The television came out of pause and the scene similar to what had occured to the unfortunate babysitter and the children played. It played on until Truth came onto the screen. It paused once more. Truth moved closer and smiled a big, toothy grin.

"My, my what have we here?" he said as he looked around the livingroom. He snickered gleefully. "Looks like I'll have some new guests soon enough. I wonder what I'll get this time around?"

Then the screen went black and the lights flickered on.

This chapter is more of an intro. I promise more FMA characters next chapter. So review and tell me what you think and if I should continue. Like I said, critique and flames are welcome.