Disclaimer: I do not own anything involving Fullmetal Alchemist.
So I have been working on this little story for about a month now. I didn't think of putting this up, but I decided to anyway. The story starts out kinda like the 2003 anime, but it dissolves into the 2009 Brotherhood version…if that makes sense 0.o
Enjoy the read!
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"Oh, I wonder how the little bird will fall?
Will your wings be ripped away
Against the starry nights grim ways?
Oh, I wonder how the little bird will fall…"
Ode laid absentmindedly on her secluded bed, staring with dull brown eyes at the ceiling. It was a daily routine, she would watch a pair of scientists cross her cell, to investigate a poor ghastly creature, rotting down the hall; then rest her gaze at the grey crypt like walls.
Of course through idle times, trapped in a condensed cage, the bird did what was expected to do…she sang.
'Torrent darkness taunts longing wings
wish to taste the sky
Little bird sleeps in blood
Little bird…"
BOOM!!
"…."
'What the?' Ode faded out from her singing, lifting her head and cocking it lightly at the barred door. Chips of cement followed by trails of dust fell from above, like tiny little comets.
"Who screwed up an experiment?" she inquired softly to herself. The scientists ran on by; this time their faces were twisted in fright. As soon as the men departed the hallway the curious teen approached the bars. Her hands brushed against the black metal poles.
'Oh, they forgot to lock it again,' she grimaced, pushing it open. 'I should really tell them about that."
They didn't notice her much, really. But then again she didn't notice them either so it balanced out. Ode had lived in the labs for seven years…maybe even longer.
She was sixteen-years-old from what she could recall from the files she rummaged through a few months ago. There was a younger picture of Ode around the age of nine but 'Ode' wasn't listed as her name. In bold letters at the top of the papers is said "Jane Doe" along with a number. She couldn't remember the number though, but that could be from the fact her time was limited and left before anyone thought to examine her cell.
Yes, the teen girl did wonder around the lower levels nearly everyday. The answer to why she could was quite simple. She never got in trouble if she was caught. The scientists would pay no heed to the wandering girl, since she didn't attempt to escape, her walk around weren't a nuisances.
The rattling walls ceased, when Ode hurried down the dim lit halls. She halted near the stairway to the upstairs. Ode waited for a person's voice to echo; though all was heard was her gentle breathing.
BOOM!
There it goes again, however this time the vibration came from the opposite direction, and less rubble tumbled down to the chilling floor.
Ode ran down the halls again, dodging sharp rocks as she went. The last thing she wanted was to be digging into her foot for shards of objects and have it glazed in hot blood.
"Who knows the fastest way out of here?" a male asked, their voice echoing down the halls from up ahead in a nearby room. The cinnamon brown-eyed girl quietly walked over to the entrance, where voices multiplied the closer she reached the room.
"I'd guess all the exits are upstairs. Their idiots if they were to put them down here anyway." A woman sneered. From the sound of her voice, she was a woman somewhere around her thirties possibly? Ah, whom the hell was she kidding! She couldn't identify anyone's age. She wasn't even certain of her own, despite the fact the files back it up.
The woman was corrected, there wasn't any exits down here, only doorways leading to the next branch of the experimenting rooms.
Ode's eyes crept away from the walls and peered at the mysterious figures crowded around in the middle of the eerie prison cells.
The first one she saw was a woman with short blonde hair, with one strand in front, which was longer than the rest. There were strange violet tattoo markings that lay on her right cheek then slid all the way down her shoulder.
The next being she spotted was a short male with spiky brownish-blondeish type hair. One notable item he possessed was a long sword that was attached to his belt.
Those two were one of many as she scanned the whole room to find other people who looked like humans and others who looked…well inhuman. One of them looked like some kind of reptile with a long grey and rough textured tail! But who was she to judge, that could for all she knew be normal.
From taking trips around the halls and a few deserted rooms one place she was never allowed to enter were the experimenting chambers, and the prisoners who are sent into them. She didn't understand why, nor did she really care. Everything seemed like foolish nonsense since she had been in the labs, or at least…from what or if she could remember.
"Hold on, something isn't right," said the short man with the gleaming silver sword. He sniffed the enclosed air and immediately turned in the direction of the doorway where Ode hid in the shadows. It was obvious now he comprehended that they were being watched.
"We're not alone."
Ode slowly moved away, keeping her vision set upon the cement floors and waited for the shadows of the strangers to grow in size.
It was a fragment of time when she realized what happened. She attempted to run, but an unfriendly arm jerked her shoulder back, sending her body to fall limp like a rag doll. Ode caught her balance and whipped around to be met by the same gleaming sword nearly an inch from biting at her skin.
"Where the hell are you going?" he growled.
"I was going to try and find the source of the loud noise, and then calmly tell them not to do it again," she spoke bluntly. Ode could feel the blade hovering so close to her body, ready at any moment to strike her down.
"Did you get him, Dolcetto?" a deep male voice uttered from the doorway. The brown-eyed teen was able to snatch a glance at the new comber. He was much taller than the one with the pointy sword, and had snowy white hair. His outfit was much similar the ones the scientists walk around with, only his was green as opposed to the blue and cleaner versions they wear.
"Yeah I got her, but she looks like another one of us lab rats," the called Dolcetto explained.
"Um, actually, I am not lab rat. I'm a human being who lives in labs," Ode told him, while trying to create some distance between her and the sword.
"Don't be a smartass!" he scowled. Dolcetto noticed Ode's movements and quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the others.
'A smartass…?'
"Oh, I know who this is! It's the runt who likes to go on a midnight stroll every once in awhile." A familiar female's voice said. Cinnamon eyes saw the blonde woman with the violet tattoos join in on the small little group forming around her. Now that she had everyone near her, she could ask them a question and one of them would know the answer.
"Uh, pardon me, but what is a smartass?" she inquired, tilting her head innocently to the side, with a curious expression.
"What?…I think the experiments have fucked her up in the head."
"Well now, who's our little intruder?" another male asked. The trio all turned and cleared a path for the other mysterious being to make way through.
It was another spiky haired guy, only he had black rather than the brownish tone like the other person. He was physically fit, and wore a black vest with white fur around the collar…it must have been so soft to touch too.
"She's another lab rat, but she doesn't smell like she was fused with a chimera," the brown haired one said.
"Is that so?" the black spiky haired one said. He leaned in forward studying Ode, occasionally moving his eyes up and down. "What's your name sweetheart?"
Ode, needed time to collect the question into her mind. She gave herself a name, but it wasn't really her name…she didn't even know what her real name was.
"Um, my name. Umm, in the files I was reading the scientist have decided to name me Jane Doe."
"Jane Doe huh? Don't have real name then?"
"No sir. But I like to call myself 'Ode'" She said smiling cheerfully at him.
"That's quite strange name you gave yourself. Any reason why?" he grinned, Ode couldn't help but notice how sharp his teeth were.
"It's Doe, but you rearrange the D and the O." True it wasn't that creative but she hasn't been able to think creatively since she got here…. Was she ever creative, or maybe she was but last the interest coming into the labs…just maybe.
"Greed, if we stay any longer we will never be able to get out of here." The white haired man informed the sharp toothed guy.
"Right," The one called Greed, gently cupped Ode's chin, causing her to keep an intense eye contact. "Listen, doll we don't have much time, so how would you like to come with us and leave this damn place."
"Leave here?" she replied. Every memory she ever had laid inside these ancient walls. It was slightly frightening to leave them…but she wasn't exactly a fan of her three-hour stare session with the mute walls.
"We're on a tight schedule here, so I need an answer now."
Ode didn't need another moment, she was curious.
"I'll go."
