Tsume-n-carnet: HELLO EVERYONE! yeah I know... yet ANOTHER story... but hey! They're fun ;)! don't worry I'll be updating my other fics soon, I've just been reading alot and I'm grounded from the comp during school days... so I'll only be able to update on weekends.. SORRY! neway, me and my friends Dragonelf 8 and Eternalruler have decided to split one fic. And this is it! this is how this will work, I'm writing the first intro chapter... but as our OC's split up, we will each be writting our own chapters... confusing huh? Well, you'll see what I mean later! So here you go!
Disclaimer: Neither me nor my friends own Fullmetal Alchemist... if we did, it would be alot longer and Eternalruler wouldn't have let Ed die so many times!
Ps. just so you know, the main oc's are all mary sue's, don't like that, don't read. if you don't mind, here's who's who... Damon: Dragonelf 8 Laura: me Ericka: Eternalruler.
It all begins
Damon Keo's head rested on tope of her desk as she stared blankly at her teacher. Damon's long brown hair swept across the desk considering she didn't want it to get caught in the bolts of her chair. Her head was pounding... she found it often did that at the end of the school day. Damon hated high school, like most teenagers... but luckily for her, this was her last year. Damon was 18 years-old already, and would soon be graduating.
Damon turned her attention to the numbers on her blue wristwatch, willing the time to go by faster. She sighed and pulled out her sketchpad to pass the time.
"Now there are three distribution patters on dispersal. However, we weill go over that tomorrow. Please pack up your things, the bell will ring in a few seconds," ordered the teacher as he turned off the overhead projector.
Damon gathered her pile of books and rushed out the door as the end of school bell rang. She wove her way through the crowded hallways to her top locker. It took some incredible skill to make through her school's hall way without getting run over.
"DAMON!"
Damon looked up to see one of her closest friends running up to her, carefully cradling a binder and a few books in her arms. The girl had sparkling gold hair in a small braid that barely past her shoulders. Her bangs were tickling the bottom of her chin and a single strand of hair stuck up from them. Blue eyes that glimmered with life watched Damon happily. The girl wore a black trench coat, a black shirt with a matching skirt and hard, brown leather boots.
"Hey Ericka," Damon greeted the girl, smiling.
"Hey," Ericka piped happily. "So, what are you doing after school today?" she asked.
"I'm going to help grandpa, but after that, I'm free," Damon answered curiously.
"Great!" Ericka practically screamed. "When you're done, can you come meet me at Laura's apartment? We want to show you something."
"Sure, ok," Damon answered, eyeing Ericka suspiciously. The blonde just smiled her mischevious grin.
"All right! See ya later, Damon," she called, bouncing away down the hall.
Damon laughed slightly as she watched her friend walk away before starting to open her locker. Gathering her books, Damon put her headphones on and climbed onto her bus, watching in relief as the school dissapeared from sight.
----- elsewhere-----
Laura Jensen rushed off campus as soon as her classes let out. She was a 19-year-old freshmen at the local collegewho had just barely started living on her own. Laura ran out to her beat-up blue jeep, climbing awkwardly into the vehicle, before heading towards her apartment. She was supposed to be meeting some friends after school and couldn't wait to get home.
Laura had been an orphan for as long as she could remember. The nuns who had taken care of her most of her life had not been able to tell her of her parents... as Laura had simply been abandoned on the orphanages' steps when she was still an infant. Laura was a brilliant artist and never let her past drag her down. She tried to stay upbeat, so none of her friends would worry, and was determined to live a happy life. She had managed to hold a steady job and save enough to buy her run-down jeep and a small apartment. All in all, she was doing well on her own.
Laura's blue eyes sparkled as she pulled in the parking garage. She fiddled endlessly with the small silver dreamcatcher around her neck. Laura dropped her black bag down inside the door and kicked off her black tenis shoes. She headed quickly into her computer room and sat down in the straight backed chair. She flipped her long brown braid behind her shoulder as she waited for her computer to boot up.
Laura pulled up the image she had saved from the internet earlier that week. It was a circle... but not just any circle. It was a very complex circle with many designs contained within it and small words scrolled delicately along lines. This, Laura had found out, was known as a transmutation circle. Laura and one of her closest friends, 18-year-old Ericka Lowell, had recently been researching a lost science known as alchemy.
So far, this circle was the only one they had managed to get a reaction from. But, according the rather... vague... instructions that occompanied it, three people were needed for the circle to fully work.
-----with Damon-----
"MOM, DAD, GRANDPA, YUKI, AI! I'M HOME!" Damon called as she entered her house.
"WELCOME BACK!" her grandfather called from his room. "But your parents are out with Yuki and Ai."
Damon put her backpack down on her bed before going to her grandfather's bedroom. He lay peacefully in his bed, his wrinkled face smiling at her. Damon smiled back and sat beside the old man.
"So, how are you feeling?" Damon asked gently.
"Much better. The convuldions have been very mild today," her grandfather answered.
"Good. We want you to get better," Damon said, smiling.
"I know. So, what have you got planned today?"
"Ericka and Laura invited me over."
"Oh, how nice. Just don't get carried away with what ever you end up doing," Damon's grandfather cautioned with a glint of amusement in his eye.
"We don't get carried away," Damon responded defensively.
"Do I have to remind you of the ice incedent."
Damon sweat dropped at that.
"Okay, we'll be carefuly," she answered.
"Oh! before you go, can you go to my drawer and take out the jewelery box?" her grandfather asked. Curiously, Damon got up and went to the dresser and retrieved the beautifully carved box. When she brought it back, her grandfather lifted the lid to reveal its contents. The box was lined with green velvet, and placed delicately on the cloth, were four charms. Each one was a different shape and color. The first was a blue heart, the second was white wings, third was a green claw, and finally was a red orb. Damon looked curiously at the charms as her grandfather watched, smiling.
"These are our family treasures," explained her grandfather. "Each one represents an ideal our family must live by. The heart is love, the wings are wisdom, the claw is courage, and the orb is spirit. We must live these ideals... it's important that everyone in our family does."
"Why is that, grandpa?" Damon asked, tracing the winged charm with her finger.
"Live that way, and you'll find out," smiled her grandfather. "The charms used to go to a sword, but it has been lost. No one knows where it is now."
He smiled as he hooked each chain to one of Damon's belt loops.
"I figured it was time to hand them down... before it was too late."
"Don't talk like that!" Damon urged her grandfather. "You're going to get better... I know it!"
"Yes, of course," her grandfather answered, his eyes glazed slightly. "You better go, dear. Your friends are waiting."
Damon nodded and kissed her grandfather's forhead.
"I'll be back in a while, grandpa," she said calmly. Damon gathered her things together before heading out the door. Her grandfather smiled after her before laying back to stare blankly at the ceiling.
"One day, dear,you'll go on a grand adventure. I'll protect you in spirit... always," he whispered as his eyes began to dim.
-----at Laura's apartment-----
'Ding Dong!'
"Ericka, will you get the door?" Laura asked over her shoulder.
"Sure," Ericka answered. She quickly ran over to the door and opened it to find Damon.
"Hey!" Ericka greeted her friend.
"Hey, where's Laura?" Damon asked, walking through the door.
"She's in the computer room," Ericka answered, leading the way. They found Laura at the computer, sitting comfortably in her black sweatshirt and jeans.
"So, what did you guys want to show me?" Damon asked, peeking over the older girl's shoulder.
"This," Laura answered, motioning at the circle on the screen. "It's called a transmutation circle. Me and Ericka got it to light up strangely when we touched it. But according to the directions... If three people touch the rims of the circle, something will happen."
"That's awefully vague," Damon said skeptically.
"That's what I said..." Ericka laughed. "Hey, Damon, where'd you get the charms?"
"Oh, they're from my grandfather. Let's try this then, shall we?" Damon started, putting her hands on the computer screen. Laura and Ericka smiled before following suite.
At first, nothing happened. Then, the circle began to glow a bright blue and a wind picked up around the three friends. Damon's brown hair flew about her face, Laura and Ericka having theirs secured in braids. Suddenly, bright, golden lights began to circle around them. Laura's bright blue eyes watched in wonder as the light enveloped them. But then, something went wrong as the lights changed to a dark pruple and black. Ericka looked about them worriedly as the room about them began to dissapear. She watched as Damon and Laura dissapeared as well, and then all she could see was white.
Laurawatched in horror as bothDamon and Ericka dissapeared before her eyes; both of the girls screaming, calling out for each other.
"LAURA!"They both screamed at once, but then, they were both gone. Suddenly, there was only white, like a great void encompassing Laura. In front of her was a huge, stone gate. A large eye carved in the door seemed to peirce her very soul.Laura tore her eyes away from the great structure before her to look around. Nothing but white.
"Damon... Ericka?" Whimpered Laura, truly terrified now. She spun around several times, desperately searching the white scape for her friends, her dream-catcher necklace shimmering in the strange light.
A loud creaking sound came from behind her andLaura spun to once again face the gate. The doors... had opened. Millions of horrible... tortured... hungry eyes watched her from the darkness beyond the threshold. A sadistic laughter rang in her ears as suddenly she was seized by thousands of claw-like hands. She found herself being dragged into the gate. Laura screamed, trying to get away, but the hands were too strong and she was swallowed by the darkness. Suddenly, vast amounts of knowledge poured into her mind, causing her mind to careen out of control. There was so much... too much... she couldn't take this! Laura screamed again, trying desperately to make the pain stop. She opened her eyes to find the hands closing about her head... no... about her mind. The hands raked ruthelessly through her mind, her thoughts, her memories, nothing was left untouched by the agonizing claws.
Suddenly, it was all gone. She couldn't remember anything. Where was she? Who was she? What was she doing here? As she felt herself slipping into unconciousness... all she could hear was someone screaming.
"LAURA!"
Tsume-n-carnet: so, there ya go! what do you think? They get into the fma world next chapter. The next chapter is going to come from Dragonelf 8. Hope to get reviews from y'all! and no flames... none of us like those! ;P kk, later!