Hello everyone. I know this isn't one of my normal stories. I don't even know where I came up with this one, but I can tell you that it's going to be a short one with short chapters. I'll have fast updates with barely any time in between them hopefully. I think this is me trying to get out of my last horrible story. I'm just giving this chapter a run through. If people like it I'll continue the story. If no one does then I'll either delete it or update slower whenever I feel like adding another chapter. Just a warning, I'm not very good at writing stories that have one plot line. LOL It'll be slow moving for the first four chapters, but after that I promise it'll get a little more interesting before the end.

Thank you for choosing this store. It gives me great pride that someone is reading it. Hopefully I'll eventually publish my real book. LOL Cold day in hell whenever I have the courage for that. Until then I'll continue to write these stories. Anyway onward.

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Chapter One

This is a very private journal entry. When writing the report for this particular accident, I left out this entire entry, but my mind continued to ruffle around everything that happened. I want to settle the fear the resides now in my heart. If you are reading this, you must have found it buried in the depths of the new Central library. I know that sounds stupid hiding a book there where anyone could read it, but I've only known one person that would read random books that isn't related to what they are researching. I ask you one thing if you continue. Don't judge me or anyone that I've mentioned. Don't tell them about this. I'm trusting you with a secret that I couldn't hid any longer. I warn you that this isn't a very nice, peaceful story. It may appear it in the beginning, but it gets ten times worst. You have been warned. If I hear anything that I'm going to say in any sort of rumor, I'll hunt you down and make you wish you've never told anyone. This entry deserves justice, but it needs to remain a secret until I'm ready for people to know.

Edward Elric

Standing in the middle of a large deserted building wasn't anything new to me. I couldn't tell you how many times I found myself alone and searching for ways to return to our normal bodies. I didn't want Al to know that I found someone who may have clues to the whereabouts of a Philosopher's Stone. Especially after finding out the real one needed to use human souls. This new information sounded too simple for my taste. A temporary one could be made by mixing gases together and will have enough power for one wish (lack of better words). This had to be a trap, but even now, there was no one around. My eyes scanned the brunt walls and dusty floors. I was giving this person another two minutes before I gave up and returned to my room where Al thought I was sleeping.

A soft clicking noise sounded from somewhere in the other room. It's strange that I didn't pick up on it earlier. I move quietly through the entranceway leading to the hall. Off to the right were stairs leading up to the second floor. I searched the stairs and underneath them, but the clicking noise wasn't coming from there. The further I moved into the place, the more difficult it became to see. I don't know what drew me to the sound. It didn't sound like clicking to a time bomb. It sounded more like someone was tapping on metal with a fingernail or something else small.

I ran my fingers along the splintered wall, avoiding the uneven areas. Pressing my ears against it, I could hear the clicking noise coming from behind it. I clasps my hands together and formed a doorway. I didn't want to wonder around in this area, looking for a way behind this wall. I grasped the handle and very carefully opened the door. On the first sight in, I saw nothing that could be making that noise, but then I found it. Off in the corner was a tube of some strange gas that was leaking out. Directly below it was a broken machine, making the clicking noise, sparking fire. "Oh crap," I said, running as fast as I could. I managed to make it to the other room, but the place rumbled from the explosion, knocking me off my feet. Lucky for me it didn't bring the whole place down.

I placed my human hand over my mouth to block the gas that was spreading all around the building. It didn't help one bit. My eyes stung and watered. My whole body stiffed, and the only thing that continued to work was my automail. Unfortunately, my mind slipped faster than I could make it out of the building. The gas moved like fog through the building, igniting another explosion from somewhere else. This time it wasn't a small one. "I'm sorry, Al," I remembered whispering as the building started to come down. I felt everything shaking and heard plaster and cement crashing down. My mind blacked out, and I saw nothing after that.

The next part gets a little unbelievable, but trust me it happened.

I awoke, buried under small pieces of rubble from what I felt on top of me. My head still felt groggy, and my body had trouble moving. I tried to get up on my hands and knees, but that didn't work too well. I could barely feel my hands much less move my knees. I opened my eyes and looked around. Everything was in strange colors, and I could see further than normal. Just thinking it was the side affects to the gas, I managed to push myself up to a standing position. I flailed my arms to keep myself upright, but my body crashed back down. Something was wrong. I couldn't keep my back straight. I panicked. Choosing to move however I could, I pressed my hands firmly on the ground and moved my feet to do the same. I was surprised at how easy it was to move myself that way. Pressing my hands to the floor didn't hurt, nor did it feel like my butt was sticking up in the air. I knew I was small, but I didn't think I could move my body like this.

Slow but sure, I exited the building and started down the alleyways of Central. To my surprise, there was no one around the building. I could have sworn the explosion was loud enough to alert someone. To my dismay, I found no one in the alleyways leading back to the main street. I crawled/walked further when something touched the back of my leg. I turned around quickly, but no one was there. Something touched it again, and I turned back around. No one again. Fearing that it was some stranger messing with me or an illusion brought on by the gas, I tried to ignore it and moved onto the main street. I found someone about a block away from me. I tried to shout to her, but the only noise that came out was a meow. At first I thought it was a cat around me and I couldn't talk. I turned around and around, but I saw no cat. I tried again, and the same noise came out.

Breathing heavier, I finally understood what was going it. I ran back to the building that I came from and hid underneath the rubble, wishing that I could change back to normal. The thing touching the back of my legs must have been my tail. No wonder my vision was different, and I couldn't walk. I curled up and cried for a few minutes before getting tired of hearing my own small meows. How was I ever going to explain this to Coronal Mustang or even Al? I was trapped in a cat's body with no way of telling anyone.

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That's the first chapter. Like I said if someone likes it I'll keep going. If not I'll just delete it. I don't know where this came from, but it seems stranger than my normal stories. Thank you for reading please review.

Angel Dove