Disclaimer:

I DO NOT OWN FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST OR ANY OTHER THE CHARACTERS WHICH WHERE CREATED IN THE ANIME/MANGA

I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTER ERIN (the jaguar chimera) IN ANYWAY. HE WAS CREATED AND IS OWNED BY grimmJAKAL.

I DO OWN MARCEL TUCKER, WHO WAS CREATED BY MYSELF FOR USE IN ROLEPLAYS AND MY FANFICTIONS.

Thank you Grimm for letting me write this fan fiction using our two characters.

Author's Notes

Hooray! This is actually the first ever fan fiction I have ever wrote! This just seemed like it would be a very fun project to work on, and seeing as I am a huge fan of FullMetal Alchemist, this seemed like such a great place to start. GrimmJAKAL and I have been using Marcel and Erin to roleplay quite a bit.

I DO HOPE YOU ENJOY READING THIS FANFIC AND KEEP IN MIND THERE WILL BE MANY MORE CHAPTERS TO COME!


The sun was slowly rising on the Central Headquarters of the Amestiran Military, and most of the soldiers were walking into the building. Many of them were chatting with each other and trying to loiter around but one young man seemed to ignore everything else and walk straight up into the building, and many stopped and stared at him as he walked up there.

This young man had gained a status around the military for many things, for being a state alchemist for one, and his name caused many to shun him. His name is Marcel Tucker, son of Shou Tucker, the man twisted enough to use his own daughter for a experimental transmutation. He had brown hair like his father had had, but his eyes were the cobalt blue from his mother, whom was never seen by many people sadly, since she had been transmuted into a chimera the year after he became a state alchemist. Even thinking about it cause Marcel to shutter and grimace. His father was a bad subject for him, he had run away when he was fifteen years old and lived with someone who had become his teacher, and from there, took his State Alchemist Exam one he turned twenty-three, and got in to the same year as Edward Elric, and that had been three years ago. He was also known as the Spring Alchemist, for his use of water alchemy. He was never seen without his canteen with a transmutation circle craved into it, it was the only way he would perform alchemy.

Marcel headed through the halls of Central Headquarters with some files in hand as he stepped into the office which was once run by the late Maes Hughes, a man he had respected, and was scared for many times of his career, it would seem as if the man would lose track of everything one moment, and have it all down pat the next. It amazed Marcel every time it seemed to happen, but sadly Hughes had been killed, so they had to work themselves on the cases while they looked for Hughes's replacement. He sat down at the long table and began to go through the files, he blocked out all sound, and even blocked out the fact that many of the guys around him in the office were messing around. His eyes where scanning through a file which was one of the thicker ones, when something caused his cobalt blue eyes to widen in horror. 'This can't be right, someone must have doctored the file, there is no way in hell someone would be trying this again?' He slammed the file down on the table, and he tried and shut his eyes, to block out the information that was no running through his head, and one single part of the file kept running through his head.

'House on the outskirts of town seems to have activity again. Witnesses claim to see strange lights and hear animal screams. But no domestic or feral animals found, rumored to be chimeras.'

Marcel's hands seemed to be shaking while holding the file, his mind was racing, and slowly the anger started to build. "How can anyone do that?" he muttered angrily to himself as he stood up, he would have to check it out, but he didn't want to go himself, since he didn't know if he would be responsible for anything he might try and do to whoever was creating these chimeras. It made him think of his past, and what had happened to his mother, and the little sister he had never met. He scoffed and left the office quickly, he needed to get a group together, he needed some backup for this trip. He was able to get seven other to agree to go with him, and he looked somber as they got ready, his usual bright cobalt eyes darkened, he was ready to go, but in his mind, he was after his already dead father. This was almost a vengeance trip, something he was never able to do, and it had cost him his mother and his sister.

Meanwhile…

A small house sat in the outskirts of Central, it's building crumbling away from time, and from the now weak foundation. It had been abandoned for quite sometime, until recently. Eye witnesses had been calling into Central about a single car which was parked outside of the place and it was known to all of the people around, the house had been condemned about five years ago. It was odd to even think anything was happening at that place, with the building falling apart.

Inside the building a man was walking down stairs on the inside, his steps seemed to be mismatched, like he was dragging on behind him, almost has if he was gimp in that leg. He was making his way down into a very dark room, which even smelled like blood, and rotten meat. It was bathed light, and once the man got down there, he went about checking on all the cages, making notes as he went at the feeble movements as whatever was behind those bars was trying to move about, or even attack the gimp man. Finally the man made his way to the biggest cage in the room, and smirked as he looked into it. "How did you sleep Erin?" he sneered in a wheezy voice. A smirk came across his face as he looked into the deeper cage, and heard the ragged breathing of something which seemed to be human sized.

Out of the darkness of the cage, came the clinking of chains as a heavy breathing came closer and closer, until for a moment it seemed to have stopped and gone away almost as if it was nothing…

Suddenly a whistle rang out through the still air almost sound like something had moved so fast that it had cut through the air, and a human shaped mass hit the bars of the cage, before being dragged backwards by the length of chain which held it inside. The gimp man chuckled as he watched this thing struggle inside. "Aw poor Erin, what's wrong?" he teased as he let out a wheezy laugh and walked away from the cage to sit at a desk which seemed to be placed in a darker corner.

The human-liked creature slowly made it's way into the red light, it couldn't come any closer out into the open, but to the front of the cage. The clinking of chains, alerted the man with the limp, but he didn't nothing about it. As the red light fell upon the human-like creature, it's feature's were seen. Even in the poor light, you could tell it was a man, wow was about six feet tall with black hair which hung down to the shoulders, but in the hair, from the glow of the red light, you could see spots in the hair, almost as black. And on the bare arms were more black spots, which seemed to cover them. Somewhat of a snarl was coming from the lips of it, and it's teeth were bared to show that they in fact were very sharp fangs, and he had claws on his hands, and feet, which he could retract into his body. After watching the man at the desk for a while, something happened, something made a slight dragging noise in the cage while the male was completely still. A long black tail was flicking about the bottom of the cage in a angry fashion, and now you could even see black ears on the male's head twitching, he was a chimera. A black jaguar chimera to be correct, he was very prideful and would have to correct the doctor on certain things every day about himself.

Erin had been raised in this cage, and was that man's pride and joy for a chimera creation. Erin was not made like most other chimera's he had been made as a cell embryo and planted into a woman to be born as a human birth. When he was born he had his ears and tail, but he had only a few spots, they had come in as he grew up, and he had only got the spots on his face in the past three years. And then the chimera lifted his head up to stare at the man, and you could see a very eerie yellow-ish green glow, two orbs of it, and they seemed to be each surrounding a slit, it was the chimera's eyes glowing in the darkness.

"Is there any food?" the chimera asked, a growl hidden in a deep voice. In the red light, you could tell that he was very thin, and in the cage was only a bowl of water, which the man did to taunt him into drinking like the animal he was.

Little did any in the house now, that a state alchemist was leading a party of soldiers to take the offending alchemist into custody, or if they would not come quietly, they would kill them. Erin watched as the man at the desk ignored him, and he let out a menacing growl, he hated being ignored, and he slammed his body into the cage once, and felt the bars bending under his weight. Erin's eyes went wide, and he smirked, since he was under-weight at this point, he was silently able to slip out of his chains after a few minutes of working them. He gave a small chuckle to himself and rammed into the bars of the cage one more time, and felt them break under him, and he crashed to the floor in the center of the room.

At the sound the alchemist, jumped up from his desk, and gazed in horror at the chimera now in the middle of the floor, and he grabbed the pistol he had on the top of the desk. Sadly the man never checked to see if he had loaded the damned thing.

Erin jumped to his feet and charged towards the man, his claws coming out and knocking the gun away, since the team of soldiers and Tucker had just shown up outside, all the could hear was a blood curdling scream, coming from the doomed man down in the basement.

Outside the home

Marcel was standing outside of the house when the scream seemed to echo from the ground up, and after a moment or two he looked around to find the others he had brought with him, and for some reason, he couldn't find them. They had scattered and ran home with their tails between their legs once they had heard the scream from below them. Marcel looked around to see if there was even anyone still around to help him with this, but no one was. He grumbled to himself as he drew his sidearm from it's holster, and went into the degrading building. As he entered, his eyes darted around, and sweat was slowly dripping down his forehead and coming into his eyes. He slowly made his way to the staircase going down to the basement, and from there, he could even hear the sounds of tearing, and from blood dropping in buckets onto the floor, which caused his stomach to turn slightly. He pushed it down and slowly made his way down the stairs, staying quiet until he saw what had been making the sounds…a chimera.

Marcel gulped, and steadied his hands as he brought the gun up and pointed it towards the chimera, "Step away from the body!" he called out, seeing the body was mangled beyond anything he had ever seen.

Erin, the chimera in question, flinched at the voice, and slowly straightened from his crouching position which he had been while tearing the doctor apart. The yellow-green eyes narrowed slightly at the weapon in the other male's hands, but he didn't charge, instead he made his way over to the desk, and uncovered a notebook, and threw it towards the man on the stairwell. "Here." he said as the notebook soared through the air.

Marcel caught it before it hit is feet and he flipped it open, he saw sketches of transmutation circles and notes scattered around them, and his eyes darted back and forth across the pages as he tried to take in the information. It seemed to almost follow what he had been able to see from his father's research, and he wanted to cast the notebook away from him, but it was evidence, so he couldn't do that, "Why did you give me this?" he asked, his nose still in it.

Erin watched the human, and scoffed, 'Humans these days, they can't seem to figure out ANYTHING.' The chimera sighed and his tail flicked around on the ground in annoyance, "It is all that bastard's notes on the experiments here, and me of course. What else do you think it would contain, the secret to all alchemy?" he asked with a menacing snarl.

Marcel ignored the snarl, and slowly closed the notebook, and glared at the chimera. Not only was it something which he would have condemned to the firing squad for murder, but it was in fact a chimera. It was the very thing he loathed, and in fact feared! After he had read his father's files, he had loathed the very fact that such a low form of alchemy even existed, to combine things in such a way to make chimeras, it was cruel, and unreasonable. Not to mention the fact that it could never be reversed, and that was the worst thing. But Marcel snapped himself out of the funk, and motioned his gun towards the chimera, "Let's go up the stairs now. I have no time for any games.

Erin looked at the thing in the man's hands, and almost went to ask what it was, but bit his tongue, he didn't know much about the human world, but this human seemed to be in a bad mood, and he could remember the times his creator was in a mood like that, and it was always a better time to keep his mouth shut. He edged his way by the man with the silver thing, and made his way up the stairs, he had never walked up them, but he could always see them from his cage.

Erin started to panic once he got to the top of the stair case and was able to see the open door, what could be outside of it? Would it hurt him? Was there someone out there waiting to kill him, or was there something out there that wasn't all that bad. Erin didn't know, and it caused him to freeze up, and he could hear the man behind him, and he felt his ears go down in panic, and his tail tried to wrap itself around his left leg, which only happened when he was scared.

"Get moving! Like I said I don't have all day!" came a order from behind, and Erin felt himself being shoved forward and he stumbled out into the light, and it blinded him. He threw his arms over his eyes and started to shake, what kind of place was the world? Was it a good or bad place? All Erin could do at that point in time, was wish it would be alright, and try to stop himself from shivering in fear.