Chapter 1: NEVER play bloody Mary with your two drunken friends.

AN: Hello, my lovely readers, this is my 2nd FMA story. I hope you all enjoy yourself. I do not own FMA because if I did...Edward and Roy would have hot man-sex all night...O/O yup...
Now has a BETA, all chapter are being revamped.

Tori

I got up out of bed, the emotions of a bad dream still tingling at my chest as I struggled to retain any memories of it. After a few moments, it became a fruitless act. Deciding that a glass of water could be the perfect excuse to get out of my dark and suddenly scary bedroom, I shuffled into the hall. The first things to greet me were the overly bright light coming from the kitchen and a mess that could rival any club. A pizza box clung upside down to the couch, clothes were strung all over the floor and little clusters of empty beer cans litter most of the kitchen and living room. I glared at my roommates sleeping forms and tried to make my way across the kitchen. My foot knocked into a group of cans soaking my socks. They were blatantly in the way; this is not the way to wake up. I shouted, "Hey, you two."

Katana stirred first, her black hair sticking up in strange directions and her backless halter top looked wrinkled. She gave a stretch to the sky, her rose tattoo peeking out of the waistband of her jeans. Takeshi gave a groan and sat up on the couch, wrinkling his gorgeous face at the pizza box that he'd been snuggling against. He tried to play it off by standing up and running his hands through his long black hair, his bright green eyes looking over the state of the apartment. Standing up at his full height, he towered over me by almost a foot and a half. If I hadn't of known him, it might have been intimidating. His quizzical look turned to a smile as his eyes fell on me and without a word he began picking up cans.

Katana sat down on the couch, pulling at her top and smoothing her hair, trying to tame the chaos that had overtaken her body during her 'nap'. "So what you guys want to do," asked Takeshi as he tried to break the silence. Katana turned her attention back to us and an evil grin spread up her face. I in turn made a groan, when she got an idea; it always had two things in common: being girly and stupid.

"We should play bloody Mary," Katana suggested. I opened my mouth to protest, but like a force she walked into the bathroom and we trailed behind her.

"Ah, Takeshi since you're the brave man. You go first," gave a pout, jutting out her bottom lip and looking up at him through her lashes. Hook, line and sinker… She had him, just like the twenty other guys alphabetized in her black book. Jealousy bubbled up in my throat, she could get her way and she spoke her mind, I wasn't nearly that brave.

He sighed, "Fine." He turned off the lights and closed the door. He spoke loudly without any joy in his words. "Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary," There was a long pause and just as I began to have the inklings of doubt in the back of my mind, he of course stepped out unharmed, making me feel a little silly. Katana did the same and again nothing exciting.

A little bored and being shockingly reminded that this was made for children, the door clicked closed and I became bathed in darkness. Let's just get this over with, I rationalized to myself. "Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary," the darkness gave an ominous feel, that raised the hair's on the back of my neck. Everything's fine, just say the last word and get out of here. "Bloody Mary." The room stayed silent and I squinted at the mirror seeing only my blob of a reflection. What little light I had coming from the cracks under the door extinguished and Katana screamed. I ripped the door open, the hall and adjoining rooms were without light. "What happened?" I tried to adjust my eyes to the lack of light and locate their forms, Katana's fear pushing me to be the calm one.

A low rumble began from below us, increasing its intensity as the room began to shake. "Earthquake," I yelled out, shocked and perturbed by the omen that passed after playing Bloody Mary. Not having experienced one myself, I clung to the nearest wall as picture frames fell and I could make out Katana holding onto Takeshi as he pressed himself tight against the doorframe to my bedroom. The earthquake shook the apartment harder, knocking me off my feet as a bright light flashed in front of my eyes. I landed face first into, concrete? My eyes hurt and my ribs ached as I became aware that the ground was far harder than my carpeted floor.

A voice made me freeze and I tried to will the spots in my vision to disappear. "So Lust, when do we get to go after that pipsqueak alchemist?"

"Father says we can't kill them... They are important for making the Philosopher's Stone," said a feminine voice across from me, "So no killing, Envy."

"Lust... I am so hungry; can't we kill the Scar guy? Can't I eat red eyes, Lust?" A sinister voice, made my blood run cold and I turned in its direction, seeing a very stout man, eyeing me hungrily.

"Sure gluttony once we find him you can eat him," Lust said with a sigh. I gasped and scrambled to my feet, pushing myself against the nearest wall with fear. They gave me a death sentence, this wasn't the funny, ha ha, grandma could eat you up. No, they're cannibals trying to find a scar guy with red eyes and planning on killing me afterwards. I am trapped in a place full of psychos and possible Satanists, considering they named themselves after deadly sins. Overcome by the situation, I screamed.

"What is that sound," cried the one called Envy. At once, their eyes locked onto me and my heart leapt into my throat. The tall woman approached me first, her heels clicked across the tiled floor. She stopped obviously used to playing the game of cat and mouse. I looked about the room, not recognizing anything around me or a reasonable escape, but that didn't stop me from trying to bury my fear with a glare. With her long hair and the breasts and curves of a Hollywood dame, gave me a knowing smile.

"Military spy," Envy questioned. Military, my brows knitted together in confusion. War was in eastern and third world countries. This looked modern and their skin is white. Why would I look anything like the military? I bit my lip thinking about the tank top and fuzzy pants I'm currently clothed in... Not the time, I need to escape.

I opened my mouth to perhaps argue that this was some kind of huge mistake and maybe the nice cannibals would just let me go, this sounded like a worse plan the more I thought about it.

Gluttony whined and looked back to Lust, "Can I eat her, please. Lust, please?"

"No," she turned to the boy-girl; I blinked trying to narrow down his looks. He had a boy's face and frame, but his clothes and hair, screamed girl. Then again, if he was born into this, then being gender confused is the lightest mental issue that he could have gotten. "Envy, take her to Father. I'm taking a shower; I need to get the sewer out of my hair."

And so it began...