CHAPTER 1

disclaimer; hmmm... yes, of coarse i own fma. DO I REALLY LOOK LIKE I OWN FMA? but... if i did ed and envy would be a pair

looking up into the sky, i saw it was another sunny day, at central. I had pale white skin, hair as black as a crow's, lips as red as red can be, and a large chest, to say the least (for those who have watched bleach, think of oriheme), I usualy wore big, black boots, black leggings, with a very short ,black, skirt over it, a black tank top, and my necklace was a black choker with spikes... unless going into battle in which case i wore a black short skirt, wich came up to about half of my upper legs, and a dark purple corset and tank top.

usualy this gave most people the wrong idea of me, exept for one guy, He had saved me when i thought i was going to die. It started with this...

i was fighting, as a dog of the military, trying to capture an escaped criminal, multi - eyed larry to be exact, and he literarily stabbed me in the gut! and then he came along... he got me to the hospital right away...

now, just getting out of the hospital, i was going to look for him... then... i saw him!

Just as I was about to yell out 'My savior!' I felt a hand on my shoulder, knowing who it was, I started to turn around, twitching furiously. I put my hand to my head, and sighed, "Yes Lt., Col. Mustang?" I asked.
"Good to see you're okay now... sort of. I have been sent to escort you... mainly because I couldn't push it off onto someone else. So lets just get going!" Mustang said.
"B-but I--" I tried to say before he cut me off.
"No, no, no, let's just get out of here. That murderer rampaging about is making me nervous. They say that alchemy doesn't affect him." Mustang insisted.
"What murderer? I'll go and capture him!"
"DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME!? ALCHEMY DOESN'T AFFECT HIM!" Mustang yelled, accidentally drawing attention to us.
"Yes, I heard you, and now look at what you've done! Now we have unwanted attention." I calmly stated. This calmness was making Mustang uneasy; after all, most people were scared of him when he was doing nothing but sitting in his chair.
He looked around, and people looked back at him. His eye twitched. Then he grabbed my hand and dragged me all the way back to HQ.

When we got back to the Head Quarters, because someone was so scared of a rumored murderer, it was night time.
"I'm," yawn, "going," yawn, yawn, "to," yawn, "be--" I didn't get time to finish my sentence before I dropped over, fast asleep.

When I woke up next morning, I was in bed and food was layed out for me. I sighed and dumped the food into the garbage. The next thing I did was go to a bakery to order a croissant. Then there he was again! The baker was going to say something when I cut him off, "Hold that thought!" and ran out the door, chasing the man who had only just left, but just as I was about to catch up to him he turned a corner into an ally. It was like this guy was trying to lose me! Then he turned around and faced me. His face was different than who i though he was. "You're not who I thought you were, sorry. Bye" I said dissmisively. Then as I was about to turn around, to leave and get my croisant, he held up a knife, and lunged at me, even though I was out of range; barely.
"Don't you dare go away, I haven't finished with you yet. When i have I'll leave, and IF you can still stand then you can leave." The stranger said. Then I got a good look at his eyes. They don't call him Multi-eyed Larry for no reason.
"Oh, so YOU'RE the criminal!" I exclaimed in realization.
"You got it." Was his response.
"Well then, get to your feet, Larry, it's disrespectfull to fight a man when he's down!" he got to his feet catiously and lunged at me once more. The next thing he had a chance to see clearly were the gates of hell opening for him. Then I went back to the bakery, ate my croissant, and went to HQ. "Mustang." I said.
"I'M NOT JUST MUSTANG, DAMMITT!!, I'M LT. COL. MUSTANG!! GET IT RIGHT!!"
"Oh, so sorry, Lt. Col. Mustang."
"Thank you." He said.
"Your welcome, ... Mustang." i said with a smile.
"DAMMITT!! ... Wait! your trying to mess with me!"
"Umm... no... I AM messing with you" I said, trying desperatly not to roll on the ground, hold my stomach, and pound my fist on the ground as I laugh to death.

END OF CHAPTER 1

by: Cassandra Leah Babiy

edited by: Cherine Oltman