This is my first story, so please don't like… murder me if the story ends up sucking. I'm gonna try really hard to keep this story from bursting into flames!

Oh, and I would also like to thank BladeOfCrimson (whose story is like… a-m-a-z-ing!) for helping me get started, giving me ideas, and giving me advice! Thank you soooo much!

Disclaimer: I don't know Fullmetal Alchemist, expect for my own character(s), which cannot be used without my permission.

THE DEVIL'S MASTERPIECE

Prologue

The first thing that came into mind was, where am I?

My second thought, what happened to me?

When opening my eyes to see a field of absolute darkness, my final though was, am I dead?

No, that isn't possible.

"Alice, baby, wake up!" My body, sore and numb, was shook roughly in desperation. It wasn't long until a sorrow scream was let loose and somebody dug their nailed into my shoulders. I felt something wet land on my face as it strolled down my cheek. "Andrew, what's wrong with her? She's not waking up!" I heard a feminine voice questioned her companion, who's most likely standing beside her crippled body as she sobbed into my chest.

I wanted to open my mouth and say, "but I am awake," but somebody's beat me to it.

"Elizabeth, it's too late… she's gone."

What? That cannot be possible. I was just awake, or 'alive', several of minutes ago! I was doing… wait, I don't remember. My 'dead' heart began beating rapidly as the darkness began looking more frightening as the voices continued to talk.

"How could you accept this so easily, Andrew!? She was our daughter!"

I'm their what…? At that moment, it seemed like the darkness had stirred away from my eyes and I could clearly see the events that were unfolding. I immediately found myself vomiting at the sight of my own body soaked in a thick, crimson-colored liquid with my clothes torn into pieces and bruises and scars covering my arms and legs.

This was… disgusting.

What exactly is going on? I don't remember this happening to me! I don't even remember having any parents!

"Whether she was our daughter or not, there's nothing that we could do about it now! She's dead and that's how it's staying!"

I found myself glaring at the man in hatred. He ran his hand though his shaggy brown hair and I noticed his blood-shot eyes were watering up in frustration. "Isn't there a way to bring her back?!" Andrew shook his head at his wife, who's bright green eyes were pleading for miracle.

"Elizabeth, no! T-That's a taboo! Human Transmutation is against the laws of alchemy! We would be punished!"

The blonde adult scrambled onto her feet and grabbed the man's shoulders tightly.

"Andrew, this is our daughter that we're talking about! This is Alice! She needs us, Andrew! She needs us!" Screamed Elizabeth as her husband pushed her aside and continued to shake his head.

"She won't come back as Alice, Elizabeth! She'll just be a lifeless doll that portrait Alice!"

I watched the wife slap her husband hard enough to leave a redden mark on the man's left cheek.

"I need her, Andrew. If you're not willing to bring her back, then I will."

I found myself alarmed and afraid when waking up early morning to hear somebody bashing their fist against my bedroom door in a frustrated fashion. "Alice, DO NOT make me burst you into flames!" This was enough of a warning to throw me out of bed and into the bathroom to do my daily routine.

"I-I'm awake!" I shouted before shoving the toothbrush into my mouth and grabbed a pair of ripped jeans off the ground.

"It took you long enough to answer me!" I slipped into my jeans quickly and rushed towards my closet for a shirt. I grabbed the first one that I could find, which was just a plain white spaghetti-strap tank-top. "Swrry~ buh meh alrum cluk din't go uff!"

Dammit, the toothbrush! I ran back into the bathroom and spit out the contains that was in my mouth.

"What?!" I rinsed out my mouth and pulled my brown-curly hair into a sloppy ponytail. "I said that my alarm clock didn't go off!"

I exited the bathroom, walked towards the bedroom door, and swung it open to see a pissed off Colonel Mustang. "Everyday, it's a damn mission to get you awake on time." I pushed him out of my way and headed downstairs to smell nothing, which meant that there was no breakfast for the third time in a row.

My stomach growled as I allowed my head to hang in despair. "No breakfast?" I sobbed as Roy patted my head as he walked past me. "Stop being an immature baby."

Look who's talking, you damn bastard…