Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist, because I'm not a genius. And I don't own Heaven Forbid, because The Fray does.
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Prologue
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When we were young, after Mom died, you said you'd never leave me.
On our journey, you always said you would do anything humanly possible to get my body back.
If you were forced to choose, which promise would you keep?
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I was cold. That seemed to be the first thing my mind could process. I simply lay there, a trembling mess on the cold damp floor of who-knows-where. That thought aroused another: where was I? I couldn't seem to remember anything at this point, everything was so foggy, and the answers lay just outside my grasp.
My head hurt, my sides hurt, my left arm hurt, every part of my body besides my legs hurt, which happened to be numb; I decided to just stay where I was. Maybe, if I was lucky, everything would just fade away, and I could go back to sleep, back to the calm, painless unconscious.
But then, even in my sleepy, groggy state, something clicked. It was then I realized I felt tired. I felt cold, and I felt the PAIN. I could feel. Everything else seemed unimportant and I realized I finally had a body after five years in the cold, hard, steel armor. I wanted to laugh, I wanted to cry, but more than anything, I wanted to share this victory with my brother. But where was he?
I tried to push myself up on my knees, but slipped, and fell back on the hard floor. Grunting in pain, I discovered the reason for my fall being the fact that my entire right arm was gone, and my right shoulder was bleeding. But even seeing this, I couldn't help but feel happy. If something had to be given to retrieve my body, I was happy it was taken from me instead of Edward. My brother had given enough for me, and I was glad for once I was giving something. But this also gave me a problem. I had to get up, and I had to find Edward, where ever he may be. I didn't have to time to think about how ironic it was that I had lost the same arm as my brother; instead with my only remaining arm, I gripped the wall closest to me and pulled up, only to fall again. A quiet curse escaped my lips, and I tried once more, over and over, but every time I failed.
I was breathing heavily now, when suddenly I heard something. There were voices above me, coming closer. My vision was getting blurry, and I knew I needed to get help before I lost conscious. Taking a deep breath, I shouted. My voice sounded strange as if far away. But, luckily the voices seemed to respond and I heard footsteps getting closer. I shouted again, and was relieved when the figure of Colonel Roy Mustang entered my vision. I guessed I looked as bad as I felt when I saw him run towards me with worry on his face. He tried to tell me something, but I blacked out before I ever heard him.
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I know I need to get back to Forsaken, and I will, I promise. I know what I want to do with it once I get to a certain point in the plot, I'm just having trouble leading up to it. Plus my schedule this summer has been pretty crowded.
Quick thing, this fanfic is named after a song by The Fray, because I love that band, that song, and it kinda fits. Hopefully the first chapter should be up fairly soon, because I know what happens next.