Hey guys, this is therealgirlygeek, and uh... sorry if this sucks, I was bored and had too many ideas in my head.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own FMA, that belongs to Funimation and other people/companies. I only own my OCs and my plotline.


Chapter One

Allie Lucifer was used to the harsh conditions of Central City. After all, she had been living there for her entire life. At least, as long as she could remember, which in all truthfulness wasn't very long. She was eight years old, with long, dirty, tangled hair that didn't appear to have ever seen a hairbrush, dull green eyes that seemed to show nothing but sorrow and hopelessness to those who spared her a glance. She usually was lucky to have anything more than the tattered, thin cloth that could hardly be called a dress anymore, the original baby blue having been dulled out and covered by all matter of dirt and grime. Allie herself, in all completeness, looked as though she had never seen a proper bed or bathroom in her life. And, considering her life, that was mostly true.

Allie had been on the streets in Central City for as long as she remembered, because she had no other place to be. She didn't even remember her family, since they had all died in the Ishvalan Civil War. Her father had been a State Alchemist, while her mother was a simple soldier. She never had any aunts or uncles, and her grandparents had both died of an illness before she was even born. She had no siblings that she knew of, and even if she did none of them came to take care of her. Allie was well and truly alone in the big city of Central.

Of course, living on the streets had some upsides as well. Allie heard all about what was going on in the military while it was being discussed in the open. As a result of this, she knew all about the Elric brothers. Of course, she was only just a little kid without a family, so whatever hopes she had of meeting them were slim. Allie's life, though, she had learned did not stay with the laws of logic, and often strayed away from them, so it shouldn't have been nearly as much of a surprise as it was when one of them saved her life.

Allie got into as many tight squeezes as it was probably possible for a girl her age to get into. Of course, she was in a different situation than most girls her age, but the amount of times she almost died on a daily basis was still a little out of the ordinary. However, because of this strange string of 'luck' that only seemed to apply to her, she had learned to be wary of strangers. Somehow, this did nothing to lower the chances of her getting killed, but it made her feel good when she made an attacker regret targeting her.

It was a completely normal day when this specific event happened. The event itself hadn't started out as anything out of the ordinary; shady-looking man comes up to her and asks what she's doing out in the middle of the city, offers to bring her back to his place, blah blah blah. Allie knew the routine by now. So, clearly, she said 'no'. Now was when things started to stray from the ordinary. Rather than trying to convince her verbally, the man pulled out a knife and immediately held it to her throat. There was no way she could safely escape from this scenario, and she knew it, as any movement on her part would draw blood. Then, wordlessly, the man only moved the knife closer and closer until she could feel the sharp edge digging into her neck, the warm red liquid starting to fall down along her chest. Allie was starting to become terrified. She wasn't going to get out of this one, she was actually going to die...

"HEY!" The sudden shout startled both Allie and the attacker. Allie desperately tried to turn her head to see who was there, but only found that made it hurt more. Her attacker, on the other hand, seemed absolutely terrified before regaining his composure.

"Leave her alone," the new voice said.

"Whaddya gonna do if I don't?" her attacker responded.

"I'm going to ask one more time, leave her alone or you will regret it," the new voice replied, without even answering the question fully. Allie wasn't sure whether she should be afraid of the new person or happy about it.

"Hmm… how 'bout 'no', buddy," the attacker said. "And if you come any closer, she gets it."

Allie was now being used as blackmail, huh? She decided that she was going to hope for the best and hopefully, she would come out of this alive.

"I don't need to come closer to make you regret it," the new person said smugly, and suddenly a deafening BANG! shot out, and smoke clouded Allie's vision for a moment. When the smoke cleared, Allie's eyes widened in terror. There was a bullet buried in her attacker's arm, fresh blood pouring from the wound. Her attacker noticed this too, probably far before she did, because he was no longer holding her at knifepoint and the knife had fallen onto the ground in front of Allie's bare feet. Allie got her first look at the new person, who was still holding a smoking gun, only to be utterly confused.

Allie appeared to be looking at what she had pieced together from descriptions passed from military officers to be Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist. But if he was a State Alchemist, why was he using a gun? Couldn't he have just used alchemy? Allie didn't fully understand it, but wasn't Edward Elric able to do alchemy without a transmutation circle? Allie wasn't fully understanding what was going on until she realized that there was no silver chain. Was he not a State Alchemist anymore? Or was he just not Edward Elric? Somehow, she doubted the likelihood of the second option. She found it difficult to believe that anyone else would make the conscious decision to draw the kind of attention to themselves with their wardrobe choices like this.

The attacker ran away as quickly as he could with a bullet in his arm, and the supposed Edward Elric ran towards Allie and knelt down to her eye level. Allie just now realized that she was shaking from the terror of the situation.

"Are you okay?" 'Edward' asked her, and she slowly nodded. His eyes drifted to the cut on her neck, worry clearly etched on his face.

"What are you doing out here on your own?"

Allie's defensive barrier went up, and she didn't answer the question immediately. The next question – well, more like statement – shocked her maybe more than the gun had.

"You don't have parents, do you?"

Allie slowly shook her head, deciding that maybe it would be okay to trust him.

"That would definitely explain why you're in such bad shape," he said, more to himself than to her Allie decided. His eyes went back up to meet hers.

"Y'know what, kid? If you're willing, I can take you to a friend's house and see if she'll be willing to help you out," he said smiling, before the smile dropped somewhat. "Well, a friend's family, anyway…"

Allie didn't understand why he was being so nice to her, let alone asking her permission before bringing her someplace. Allie was about to say 'no', but then he spoke up again.

"Besides, you'll need someone to take a look at that cut there."

The thought hadn't occurred to Allie that the cut wouldn't just scab over and heal itself, like all her other injuries. It probably would, in time, but this cut was longer than most other cuts she got. Slowly and clearly still indecisively, she nodded her head, permission for him to take her to this friend's house. He just nodded in reply.

"I'm Edward Elric, by the way."

Allie had been right, but questions still swirled around her head, such as 'why did he use a gun instead of alchemy?' 'where's his pocket watch?' and 'Where's the other Elric, don't they go everywhere together?'

Those questions would probably be answered eventually, but at the time they were the most confusing things that Allie had ever dealt with up until this point. She was interested in whatever had happened to cause these changes in what she had heard about time and time again.


SO, yeah, not certain exactly where this is going to go but it's probably not going to involve homunculi or bad-ass Edward Elric alchemy fights. Still, hope you enjoy this.
~TRGG out~