An Accident, or Fate?

by MsLightningAlchemist

When Krystal, a 19 year-old woman, wakes up in Resembool, she has no idea how she got there. She knows everything, including when events happen, what she wanted to do to stop them. But now she has the chance to change the Story of FullMetal Alchemist as we know it, into something better or for worse.T for violence and language. Last chapter rewritten to make sense.

1. Accident

It had been a long day at work. Call after call, customer after customer, and cart after cart of items to go back to the floor. My feet were aching, I was nearing my limit of patience. I walked outside, waving goodbye to my co-workers. My keys were still attached to my belt loop on my right side.

I glanced down at my khaki pants, groaning. They would have to be washed before I worked again. Taking care of boxes and sorting them out by department had dirtied them up. There was still that stain from a month ago, from dinner. I had washed it many times, and it still refused to come out.

I walked out to the back of the parking lot, where my car was parked. Being dark green, even parked by a light post, it was still dark and sleek looking. I loved my car, especially since my dad and I had worked on it to restore it to working condition. Since it was an old car, being a 1995 Bonneville that I dubbed Bonnie, nobody would ever want to take her. I shifted my bag to my hand and unlocked my car door. I sat down, clipping my seatbelt over my bag. I checked my pocket for my phone, noticing that, as usual, I had no new messages or missed calls. My hand slipped the key into the ignition and started it like I had done many times before.

I pulled out of the lot, turning to the highway. I passed it every day going home, and I had never seen an accident there when I passed it late at night.

I waited for the light to turn green, putting Bonnie into neutral, pulling out my iPod to listen to some music. My bag was touching my leg, since I had pulled my iPod from it and shifted it around.

The turn light turned green, and I put my hand back on the shifting stick. Once it turned amber, I tensed. The second it turned red. I put my car back into drive. This light was the longest on my drive home, so I almost always did that.

My light turned green, and I started to go. But someone had run through their turn light, moving swiftly. I had no time to slam on the brakes, and last thing I remember was the crunch of glass and metal and my vision going white.