Isabella- Devoted to God, God's Oath.

Full name= Isabella Christine Jones

Age- Thirteen

Signs- Aries Rabbit

Truth is ironic. Ed loses his leg that he stood on and the only family he had left. Al lost the ability to feel his mother's warmth, hence why his body was stolen, and Izumi lost some internal organs, preventing her from having children ever again. The irony for my OC's losses is shown. And for those of you who had read, "I'm trapped in FMAB! Help!" This a a rewrite of that. I will most likely not be updating daily, but I WILL do a little one shot for a certain ending, though that is more of a "WHAT IF" thing. I already have planned on who she is going to end up with. XD I will also be using the "other Half" concept I came up with for my OHSHC fanfic, "Beauty is Overrated". If you haven't read that, I suggest it. I find it amusing. XD This concept will be used a lot with future stories, just so you know. Read and review and please tell me if it's good or not. And, constructive criticism please, no flames. Those who flame will get a personal visit from Truth...

"Oi! H-Hey, sorry, yeah, 'scuse me! Ha!" A girl about five feet weaved her way through a crowded street, which was odd since it was 7 o'clock in the morning. She was petite, with pale skin and dark brown hair. Her eyes were similar in color, but had a shade of green mixed in. Underneath her right eye, were two moles that that went in a straight line going down that looked similar to that of snake bites.

Her hair stopped just below her shoulder blades and she had messy bangs that stopped just above her eyes. She was currently wearing a plain blue T-shirt with a pair of black and blue plaid shirts, a pair of black sneakers and mismatched tan and white socks on her feet. She had a purple and black binder wrapped around her left shoulder, it resting against her right hip. She had her right hand placed on it to prevent it from flying or chocking her and on her left arm and right leg were markings in black and faded-gray sharpie.

Which was exactly the reason she had missed the bus and was chasing after it this current moment while trying to avoid bumping into people.

See, she was watching an anime called "Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood" and it had recently become one of her favorites. And, being one of her favorites, of course had to draw about it. Generally she drew on paper, but she was bored and drew on her left arm, as she was right-handed, and her right leg as it was the closest and less difficult to draw on. Her gray sharpie had ran out of ink, and the drawing on her leg went up to just above her knee, if not a little higher. Her arm however went all the way up to her shoulder.

She draws a lot, sue her! Damn it, damn it, damn it! She screamed in her head, nearly tripping over herself in an effort to avoid getting slammed into. "Stop driving away from me already, damn it!" She ignored all the tall people in the crowd, being so short and irritated when she got made fun of for her height-which happens a lot believe or not, and screamed as she arched her back forwards, barely missing a kid running and slamming into her abdomen. Inhaling deeply, she let out a breathe of relief, pausing in her momentary running.

A random thought crossed her mind, forgetting about the bus momentarily, I swear to God, if that chick calls me robot-girl again because of my arm I'm gonna punch something...Wait! Hold on-She screamed and slapped herself in the forehead, cursing loudly before breaking it into the street, "STOOOOP!"

In the windows of Bus #13 she could just barely make out kids pointing and laughing at her from the back of the bus.

"Jerks! I hate you!" She screamed, raising an arm in the air as she waved her fist around threateningly, "COME BACK HERE BEFORE I TEAR YOU APART!" She attempted to run faster, her legs and ribs aching painfully from all the running. She ran a lot, despite the fact that she wasn't very fit, nor did she ever go out in the sun except for Marching Band at the Middle School and for parades. She doesn't even like running, yet she does it anyway. Picking up her pace, she frowned in confusion at the teenagers screaming through the window and pointing at her-no, behind her.

That was when she realized-Sometime while running on the sidewalk, she must have accidentally run onto the street...Turning her head to look behind her, fear written clearly on her face as horror struck through her body, she didn't have time to blink a green pick-up truck slammed right into her. She couldn't even let out a scream, a small tiny little scream. As the truck had hit her, her mouth had opened to scream, but she was harshly cut off before she felt bones cracking and the color of red filled her vision.

"Awake yet?" A voice asked and the girl groaned, fingers twitching. She was laying on her side, her left leg twisted awkwardly while her right arm was sprawled out to her side, covered in markings and crimson but perfectly fine. "Wakey-Wakey, my little guardian, I think it's time to play now."

She hurt. Everywhere. What had happened again...? The girl could barely think, her mind all muddled and blank.

"Oh, would you look at that; I think some of your ribs were broken. That was quite a hit you took there. Ah, so many gates, so many people, so little time!" Maniacal laughter echoed around the room and the girl paused, groggily opening her eyes and flinching and the pain that formed. Reaching a hand up, she rubbed at her eyes and felt something warm and wet against her hand. Once she was satisfied, she made to sit up-only bite back an intense scream of pain. She couldn't even describe what it felt like other than excruciating and unbearable. Since when did pain like this exist!? "Oops...Sorry, did the transition of bodies hurt? My bad~!"

Rolling painfully onto her side, having trouble breathing as it felt like something was pressing against her chest, her eyes rolled up to look at the person who was talking to her. It hurt when she breathed in sharply-like someone was stabbing her in the side with a dagger and twisting it. Someone was forcefully pressing down on her chest and trying to constrict her breathing.

She couldn't believe what she saw-she refused to believe what she saw. That, or it was the concussion talking as she look at...her. Or at least, something that was trying to take the form of her.

The person was completely white, no eyes no nose, only a mouth. The thing stood at five feet, with a round head and broad shoulders, a straight back, and thin arms and mouse hand with finger longer than her palm. The feet were small, and the legs weren't very muscular but muscular enough to show that she ran a lot. And the A-chest... Normally, the girl would be embarrassed by the fact that the white creature was wearing practically nothing, but she was in pain and didn't really care. Besides, it's not like the white thing was flashing anyone as you could really only see the shading from underneath the chin, arms, and legs.

That person looked like Truth, from the anime she was talking about earlier, and she had the terrifying feeling that behind her was Gate. A Gate of Alchemy and truth that was ready to take her at any moment and rip off her limbs.

"Ah, so you do live!" It grinned at her... "Hm...Can't really call you a fool for coming here, but I have decided to make you one my Gate Travelers. Obviously meaning that there is more than one gate, just before ask; not like you can though!" It laughed again, smirking at her, "A limb for each Gate, I suppose...Ah, but decision, decisions! If I send you were I want to at a specific time, then you won't be able to do your duties correctly...But if I send you at that beginning, that won't be very fun either...Aha!" It clapped it's hands together as it came to a decision, grinning, "I'll send you to the middle of the journey! Rewriting history is often fun, would you agree, my little "Oath"?"

The girl was confused for a moment, breathing becoming even more shallow by the moment as she laid their on the ground with a hand on her stomach. She didn't want to risk moving her leg... In fact, she didn't want to move at all. She just wanted to close her eyes and sleep...

"Hey, now, I haven't even showed you the "Truth" yet!"

"Wh-Who..." The girl chocked out, it painful to even speak, "a-are you?"

It grinned at her, anything but friendly, "I am God. I am One. I am All. I am all around you, and I am not. I am the World. I am Truth, but most importantly, I am you."

She gained her answer and she felt fear coarse through her, causing her heart rate to pick up and beat faster, the pain increasing by the second. She wanted to scream so badly. Tears were streaming down her face silently as she held back a chocked sob, knowing that the pain would only increase more.

She didn't even bother to protest when the gate from behind her opened up and black tendril-like hand came out, wrapping around her and pulling her into the gate, visions of everything flashing through her mind. Of everything, of anything, of what was and what could be...The truth. Her mind felt like it was going to explode; that was how much she was learning. She couldn't feel her left leg anymore, but when pain ripped through her body was when she felt it again-being ripped off maliciously, like boiling water on fresh wounds that were all over your body.

She screamed.

"Bye~! I'll talk to you later...Wow, you're personality is a strange one. Reminds me of that blonde squirt... In fact, since you two are so alike, I might as well take your arm as well...Not like you need it, anyway." She could only scream as it laughed at her, the pain so unbearable she couldn't describe it. Her throat hurt and her chest and ribs and heart ached as a billion rocks pounded on her head...

She blacked out.

She awoke with a start, white blurring in her vision. She cringed, grunting painfully as she sat up, placing a hand against her ribcage. Her grogginess wore off quickly, replaced with awareness and alarm. All she saw was white and that was what made her panic. Looking around the room after blearily opening her eyes again, it took a minute for her vision to focus.

She was in a room with cream colored walls and brown rimming. The floors were wooden peach, and there was a window on the far side of the room, along with a desk and a few other apparently necessary things. She looked on in surprise at the I.V and looked down at her arm, where a needle was stuck in. Did she need a blood transfusion or something?

Her memory wasn't working properly, and when she realized this, she panicked. The girl quickly racked her brain for information about herself, hoping that she didn't gain amnesia.

She remembered her name, birthday, her family and friends, this morning, and the...accident, along with the white creature. She refused to believe it was Truth.

She then realized she couldn't feel her right leg or left arm, and without a second thought she kicked the white covers off with her left leg, staring horrified at the sight before her.

Her leg was gone, all the way up to mid-thigh it was gone. Her thigh was wrapped in bandages, covered in dried blood. Her throat was dry and her blood had ran cold, scared at the sudden turn of events. Uncertain and scared, she hesitantly turned her head to look at her left arm-shoulder. It too was wrapped in blood-stained bandages, as was her chest and abdomen. She also had multiple bruises and cuts lining her right arm and left leg, most likely from the car accident.

"Enjoying yourself?" A voice asked in her head, that sounded a lot like her. She froze, blood cold.

"T-Truth?" She asked, testing to see if she was one) Going insane, or two) really where she thinks she is.

"Yes...Congratulations on being one of the few humans to switch places with your "Other Half" and being chosen as a Gate Traveler. You must be a rare anomaly, you know. At least, along with three others."

Her voice was raspy as she spoke, but she didn't care; she wanted answers, now. "What the hell are you talking about? You can't be truth."

"Ah, but I am. I am also you. And I'm also an "Angel" apparently."

"Stop rambling already!" She snapped, pissed. She was scared, she was in pain, and she was so utterly confused. "What's going on!?" She tried to hide her fear; feeling that "Truth" could see her.

"You died; at least, you almost did. I took you away a moment before the car could crush your skull." She couldn't speak, she couldn't even move.

Wh-What?

Truth continued on in her head, clearly taking her silence as an opportunity to continue, "I did you a favor, and in return, you become my puppet. Change the future. Make a better outcome; I chose you because you knew what was supposed to happen. What was going to happen, at least...till a certain point. That was where the game gets interesting."

Game...Wait-he thinks this is a game!? The girl grew pissed at the white being, "You think this-this is a game!?"

"I am the Puppeteer. You are my puppet."

"...You're fucked up, you know that, right?"

"I am you."

The girl didn't respond for a moment, merely sitting there while it's word, her words, echoed in her head.

"You wanted this; you wanted to be part of the events this world entails. I'm merely granting your wish...So, good luck. You will here from me again."

There was a few moments of silence, in which the girl went through of all the pros and cons of being here, the conversation, and came to a realization...

I won't...Dilan and Lillian...She thought, thinking about her older twin siblings, horror washing through her once again, I can't-I won't see them again... She wouldn't be able to see her mother or her brother and sister again. She won't get to see her friends. Her loved ones. She was stuck here, in a world so foreign but so familiar. She was stuck here with no way back...

And that was when the tears came. A sob escaped past her lips and she quickly grounded her teeth together, raising her only hand up to cover her mouth as she tried to hold back the sob, the tears streaming endlessly down her pale face, shoulders trembling. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly and cried for what felt like forever, though in reality was probably only three or four minutes before she tried to hide her feelings. It was a wise decision, for just as the remainder of the tears vanished from her eyes, the door to the room opened and a man wearing a blue and yellow uniform walked in.

His hair was dark and unkempt in a casual fashion, his eyes as dark as the blackness of the darkest night. His hair fell into his dark eyes, his face clean-shaven and looking to be in early twenties. His hands donned a pair of white gloves with markings on them and the blue and yellow uniform was a dead giveaway.

The girl felt all the blood drain from her face. The man noticed her position and commented, his voice deep and smooth,

"I see you're awake."

The sarcasm dripped from her tongue before she could stop herself, "Really? I hadn't noticed." She tried not to snap, but her words came out harsh and cold anyway, "No, shit, Sherlock! What could have given you that idea!?"

The man raised his hands in an "I surrender" position and said with a smirk on his face, "Calm down; I didn't mean to offend. Now, I have some questions for you-if you don't mind answering."

"Before you start asking, can I ask one?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Where the hell am I and how long have I been here and what the fuck happened to my limbs?" She tried to keep calm, but she was panicking on the inside. Realizing that she wouldn't be able to see her family, decided that if he asked her what happened, she'd make up a story on the spot about her being an only child after her parents died. She was good at acting.

"Well, miss, you have been here for two weeks unconscious. We found you in an alley near Central bleeding to death and one of my men found you and brought you here to get you treatment. I was rather hoping you would be able to tell me yourself about your missing limbs," He answered smoothly, the corner of his lips turning into a frown.

"If I knew I wouldn't have asked, now would I?"

"True...How old are you and what where you doing in that alley?"

"I'm thirteen and no, I don't know why you found me in that alley-maybe someone attacked me and put me there; how the hell would I know!?"

"It was just a question, calm down!" The man smirked at her, "Now, what is your name?"

"Why should I tell you?"

"Because I can easily take you and kick you out of this hospital and force the bill on you."

"...Isabella. Isabella Christine Jones."

"That's a unique name."

"Yeah, what's yours then?"

"Lieutenant Colonel Roy Mustang."

"As in military? Oh, great, just what I always wanted; to say "Hello" to a military officer. Can I leave now?"

"I highly doubt you'll be leaving this room anytime soon, Ms. Jones." She frowned, giving the man a dark look.

"And why's that?" He smirked at her-she was really starting to hate him. Sad thing is, he was one of my favorite characters. Who knew the real thing was such a jerk? Then again, who was she to talk?

"I'm fairly certain that you'd have a hard time getting anywhere without an arm and a leg." He then paused, commenting with a thoughtful look on his face, "You know, you remind me of someone...short."

"I am not short." She bit out through grounded teeth, before yelling angrily at him, "You're just tall, you got that!? It's only 'cause you're tall that I look short, so back off!"

He only smirked before he turned around and started to walk away. He opened the door, pausing to turn back to look at her again, "You'll be here for about three weeks. Once you're time here is done, you'll need to go back to your home."

She faltered at those words and Mustang noticed. A frown on his face, he questioned,

"You do have a home, don't you?"

She didn't want to answer, but looking down with her bangs covering her eyes, she muttered, "No...Why would I need a home?" Bitter, she lifted her head and snapped with a glare, "It's not like I have a family to go back to anymore, anyway!"

For a moment he looked surprise, before the smirk settled back onto his face again, "Is that so? You're starting to remind me more of him every second. Okay, then, I'll find you a place to stay for the time being. But, in return, you need to keep an eye on some people I know. I think I have a friend of mine that will be more than willing to take you in."

"Who?"

"His name is Maes Hughes and he's in charge of the Investigation's department. You'll know him when you see him."

Three weeks was exactly how long she had to wait, before man in a completely identical uniform to Mustang's. Appearing in his late twenties, he was tall and lean with dark spiky black hair and hazel green eyes. He also had the coming of a growing beard on his chin and on his face was huge, beaming smile that seemed to light up the room without even really trying.

And Isabella felt like crying. At that moment, she came to the decision that she would prevent his death-even if she died along in the process. This man...He had a wife and a four year-old daughter, possibly three years at this current time, and friends who loved and cared for him deeply, despite his obsessive antics with his daughter and wife. She couldn't let this man die; she'd kill Envy herself if she had too.

"Hello there!" He greeted brightly, "You must Isabella, I presume!?"

She paused, surprised at the bright and bubbly-ness of his personality. The anime and manga weren't even close at portraying this man's personality. "U-Uh, yeah..."

"Wonderful! My name is Maes Hughes! It's a pleasure to meet you! You're apparently the person who's moving in with me and my family, correct!?"

"Th-That's was Mustang said..." She just couldn't act rude to this man. It was impossible...for the most part, "And what are you so cheerful about?"

He beamed at her, grinning widely, "Well, I just thought that it would be wonderful for my daughter to have a female friend! And speaking of my darling Elicia," The girl jumped and leaned back against the bedframe, nearly falling because of her lack of an arm, when he whipped a picture of his wife and daughter out of his uniform jacket pocket and shoved it in her face, "Aren't they beautiful!? My little girl's just the cutest-look at her smile! Awww! And my wife-"

"She's so cute!" Isabella admitted, smiling slightly at the sight of the little girl's beaming smile and rosy cheeks. She looked at Gracia and had to admit that she was really pretty, "She's also really pretty." She told him, causing him to smile widely at her.

"I think we'll get along wonderfully! I have copies of this picture if you want one, just so you know!"

"Oh, uh, thanks..." She wasn't quite sure how to respond.

"No problem! Now, I think it's about time you met the family! Come on, up, up, up!" He clapped his hands, making motion for her to stand. Sighing in slight annoyance, she kicked the covers off with one leg and twisted her body around so her foot were facing the floor with her leg dangling off the bed. Hughes looked on in surprise, not expecting her to be missing not only one, but two limbs. "Ah, here, I'll go get you some crutches-" He paused, realizing that using crutches would be impossible with only one arm and corrected himself, "-wheelchair. Have you been thinking about getting some automail?"

She stared at him blankly, her brown eyes staring at him like he was an idiot, "Um, dude, I don't have any money."

"Well, I'll just have to lend you some then!"

"Wait, what!? No-" She shouted when Hughes suddenly grabbed her arm and despite her protests, told her,

"A youngster like you shouldn't be rolling around in a wheel chair! You should be out there running out and goofing off and having fun! I'm not going to allow a girl as young as you to be cooped up and pushed around for the rest of her life! Now, come on! Meet the family and then we can go get you some automail!"

He picked her up effortlessly and she shouted, clearly not liking her feet being lifted off the ground. Isabella hated heights. "H-Hey, put me down! I can walk on my own! And I don't need automail! And I can find somewhere else to stay!"

"Nonsense! You're coming with me! My family would love to have you!"

"Do you even know a good automail shop!?"

"Sure I do! According to Roy, there's one in Resembool! He didn't me much about it, but he said that the automail there is good!"

Looks like I'm meeting Winry and Panako...Welp, I'm screwed. And-"Put-Put me down already!"