Disclaimer: I do not, at any time in the future, past, present, or at a sandwich shop, own the elric brothers logo and/or the fullmetal alchemist franchise. All events here and within are based upon the Fullmetal Series.
Chapter 1:
The man, the myth, the terror
Ivan sat on the rickety seat, the train bumping and jostling on the steal track. He sat back, putting his feet up on his suitcase. He rested his weary eyes and let the darkness of sleep take him. Ivan sat their in a long black cloak, its sleek black surface shined with a waxy finish, and the red trim looked like it was dipped in blood. His leather shirt and pants had numerous cuts and tears, and even some mysterious stains. His steel boots glistened in the failing light of the sun set as they rested on the trunk. His sunglasses, a darker shade then normal, where far down his curved nose, and a few strands of his black hair fell down his face as he slept. He mumbled a few things in his sleep before he was so rudely jarred from his slumber as the train arrived. He got up, stretching, bones clinked irritably as they were forced out of their comfort seat and back to work. .His sleeves slipped down his arm, the last rays of sunlight glistening of his right arm before he picked his bag up and slide the worn door open, stepping down the moldy train carpet and into the dusk light. He smiled, showing off a shark tooth grin as he looked around. He had arrived at Central, and the town would never be the same.
Ed Elric sat at his desk in the HQ, thumbing through a few papers. He hated the desk jobs, but without any further trails on the stone, he had to catch up on his work. He brushed a golden lock out of his eyes before setting back to work. After only a few minutes of work a suit of armor walked in, carrying a stack of papers.
"Hello brother, I got you some more work." Said the metallic voice of Al Elric as he set the papers down gently on his desk.
"Thanks al, you don't have to stay here. Just some boring work anyway." Ed said, picking up the pile of papers. After a few seconds of sorting through them, Ed set them down again and turned around to look through the window.
"Just a boring ole day in Cen..WHAT'S THAT!" Ed practically fell out of his seat, and because of lt. Mustang's sense of humor, was a long fall from a very high chair. A cloud of smoke rose from the downtown district of Central.
Ivan stood back as he watched the flames rise. A sadistic grin painted on his face. The flames danced on his sunglasses, painting a horrific picture. Ivan turned around to the startled crowd, some crying, others running forward in an attempt to get at Ivan. Ivan smiled dodging a sloppy punch from the local butcher and brining his fist to his head with a sickening thunk. He fell to the ground, blood pooling from an open wound. Ivan was about to finish him when he heard the sound of yelling. He turned, his grin fading fast as he saw a small boy and a suit of armor running forward. Ivan didn't need to stick around for long. He clapped his hands, pressing them to the earth. The ground erupted in an earth shattering explosion and Ivan was launched upwards on a pillar of stone over a wall. He saluted to the boys, who were standing their in shock.
"Later gentleman..this is not th..OOF!" Ivan, cut short in his evil rant, landed face first into a nearby wall. Sliding downwards, he fell through an open man well into the dark and dank water below.