Sorry I'm not working on my Edo-Chan stories...personal life is starting to get in the way, with finals coming up...it might be a little bit before I get much up, so I wanted to post this short thingy. Maybe I'll continue it. Maybe not. It wasen't my best work, and I got sloppy in the end. So don't flame me. Flames will be used to roast muffins.

Started Writing: May 3rd, 2011

Started Typing: May 16th, 2011

Number Thirteen

A Fullmetal Alchemist Fanfic

By Dinosaurs On The Moon Cookies

Chapter One

I shiver as hands touch me. These hands do not show signs of mercy as they reach for my long and beautiful golden tail. And yank harshly, earning my pained cry. The hands will continue to torture me through the bars of my cell, and will make me want to die. Until one day. The day the cocky General Roy Mustang decides to break me free.

I am one of the wicked people. An incomplete human. To put thing striaght, I am a chimera. The first ever created chimera that pocesses human abilities other than speech.

I was created using the body of the famous Fullmetal Alchemist and a golden cat. I look almost like the alchmist, if I keep my hair long. But if I cut it, I look almost like a short-haired teenage boy. But I am not Edward Elric. He is dead. He died in a fatal car accident, I am told. His younger brother wasen't able to cliam his body for a proper barial because he was a member of the military. And soon I was made.

I lived in a cell, next to other experiments that the people in Central preform. These experiments were called 'Failiures' whom had liked to corrupt me. They would try to rape me by getting in my cell, and you get the rest. I wanted to end it myself, by killing myself, but then I met the General.

It was the one day of the year that an official of the Amestrian Military would come to see the experiments, and that usually invovled the Fuhrer seeing the cleaner work, and not us dammed. But this time, we had General Mustang coming to see us, and he wanted to see what was behind every door, nook and cranny. It was one of those times I'd had my hair long.

That day, the doctors who worked there decided to treat us in my set of cells like we were worth something, and actually fed us a ample meal, but I didn't touch mine, I knew that I haden't had enough to eat and that eating more than my stomach could hold would kill me. I was picking at my dish as the General came in, and we met eyes.

His onyx eyes were something like a beauty. He looked as if he'd been through countless battles, and I knew that my golden eyes looked at him, completely spiritless.

"Who is that in cell 13?" The General asked, pointing to my cell.

"That would be Experiment #13. Our only success story in the chimera department since Shou Tucker." One of the docters say, opening my cell.

But I do not make a move to escape. I know better, if I did, the nurses would catch me and spank me...All I do is sqeak and curl my tail around my neck,

"What do you mean by 'success', doctor?"

"He has the capabilities of a human, with the senses of a cat to go along. Speak to the General, Number 13."

I gaped at the people, looking like a complete ass, until I let out a sound.

"Bastards. Doctors are fucking bastards." I pointed a curved finger at the doctors and nurses, and then I mouthed; "Save me."

(Roy's POV)

"Basturds. Doctors are fucking bastards," The chimera's voice said, cracked as a clawed finger pointed to the other people in the room. "Save me." his voice lowered to barely a whisper.

He looked just like Fullmetal. But his voice was like one of a six-year-old, which was expected because he had been mixed with a cat.

"What have you done to make him say that?" I asked, looking at the doctors who wore shocked expressions.

"We have done nothing, General! He's just acting out because of your presence. You haven't met." the head doctor, Dr. Marcy, said as she shoved the boy back, a scared sqeal following.

"I know we haven't, doctor. Who did you use?" I wanted to know if my prediction was right.

"We have no right to tell you that, General. Only the staff here, and the Fuhrer know the identity of the donator. I think we should leave." looked back at me and then to the door as she said this. She was surely hiding something.

"I'll come in a moment. You go and wait outside. I'll live."

(Expr. 13 POV)

He was going to stay in here alone? To see me be spanked by the nurse? He had to be insane!

I sucked it up and looked as the doctors filed out, except for General Mustang and Nurse Alta. After the door closed, the nurse went over to my cell, and mouthed for me to stay still, but I never did that. I went into panic, scrabbling in the cell and screeching bloody murder.

"What's wrong with him?" Mustang yelled, running over to the enterance of the cell, and saw my panic-filled eyes.

"Stay away sir! You might get hurt!" Alta said, sending me a hard glare.

My chest shook of unshed tears as I stood still, submitting to whatever was going to happen. She opened my cell, and lifted me out easily.

"I think he'll be fine now that he's calmed down. You do need to get to know eachother, anyways. I'll be in the corner if something goes wrong." she said as I was stood up in front of the General.

I was possibly two to three feet smaller than Mustang, that was due to an undeveloped body, and he wore a military uniform while I had only a ragged pair of red jeans.

"Hello, Number 13. How are you?" Mustang asked, going down to my level.

I stood there, blushing, before I blurted; "Hi...sir. I'm okay...and you?"

"Healthy. You don't look so healthy, though. Are they feeding you properly?" He pryed, pointing to my exposed ribs.

I looked over at Nurse Alta, and she nodded her approval. I gulped, and put my eyes in match with the General's.

"N-No. They don't. Well...except for today, but I knew better than to eat much. I'll die that way. I don't want to die..." I murmur, tears threaten to slip. "But everything here in damned. And so am I. I must die."

I fell to my knees, tears flowing down my face and chest. I had revealed too much to this General Mustang. Now he would surely send me off to where he'd never see me again, right?

"Don't worry. You won't die under my jurisdiction. I will save you."

My blurred eye went wide, and I gasped. I couldn't have heard that right? I thought, rubbing the tears out of my eyes. But all he did was grin at me. I then quickly hug him, and whisper in his ear; "I'll never forget you, Roy Mustang."

(Roy's POV)

Now all I had to do was get this boy's information, and then adopt him...

Suddenly, the door opened, and came storming in, heading right for us.

"13! Get awat from him! back to your cell! NOW!" She yelled, grabbing the boy by the hair, 13 screaming.

"NOOOOO! STOP! STOP!" The teen howled, yellow ears flattened against his head, tail fluffed.

I pulled on my gloves to preform my flame alchemy, and snapped my fingers, aiming for . She erupted into flames, dropping 13 onto the floor, unharmed. The human-cat scrabbled over behind me, and Nurse Alta ran out. I watched as she was being burned to ashes, and right before she died, I asked her a question.

"Who did you use to make 13?"

She looked at me, and screamed.

"I USED THAT DAMNED FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST!"

And she died into ashes.

(Expr.13 POV)

So I was correct. I am the world famous alchemist of the people. At least his chimera.

After that, I was adopted by Mustang, and now I am his son...

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