Hi, people! This is my first FMA/ FMAB fanfiction and I've been hoping to do this for a long time. I'm not going to tell you couples because that kinda destroys the idea of suspence. Please review me! I need review to survive!

Disclaimer: I do not own FMA or any characters associated with it. I do own Keari. I love her soooo much!

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Keari was not an average girl. She was, in fact, not the average person. Her eyes were haunted, and she seemed to carry the world on her shoulder; everyone's problems rested on those thin shoulders.

Most people, however, were not interested in the pain beneath those blue eyes; they were interested her limbs or, in her case, lack thereof. Her right arm was automail, the same with both of her legs. People rarely even glanced at Keari herself, it was always her and her automail. On one hand, it annoyed her to no end, but, on the other, she was glad. It was fine with her if no one wanted to talk to her or even approach her because of her automail.

She lived in a small appartment on the edge of town, alone. Many people had wondered what a fifteen year old girl was doing moving into an appartment without an adult when she first came to town, now people just smiled at her. Keari was a fairly easy girl to get along with, but if you ever got on her bad side, you were as good as dead. She could put up one hell of a fight despite her small stature. She was barely four feet ten inches tall and had an extremely fine bone structure, at least in what wasn't automail. She gave the impression of being helpless but nothing pissed her off more than people assuming that because she was small she was helpless. She wasn't.

She had short pale blonde hair, about chin length, which she was forever annoyed with. She was content to stay on the side lines unless something forced her to act and when she did, she fought and fought hard.

Keari had gone to the market to buy some grease for her automail because it was starting to stiffen up again. It desperately needed tuning, but she didn't have the money for it. It would get tuning as soon as she got a boyfriend, she thought wryly as she walked the familiar streets. The only reason she was spending money on it today was because her right arm had frozen last night when she was making dinner. It's extremely hard to chop vegetables with one arm, she now knew.

"Have a nice day," the clerk called after her as she left the store, carrying a small bag.

"You too!" she threw over her shoulder, not glancing back as she turned off of main street and onto a less travelled side street. When I get home I'm going to put this on my automail and then- Her thoughts were interrupted by a head on collision with a short blonde boy, going the opposite direction. Keari let out a small scream as she fell uncerimoniously on top of him. He, in turn, fell backwards, onto the dirt road.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed trying to disentangle herself from the pile of limbs that they'd landed in.

"Brother?" a tall man wearing armor asked, she assumed, the boy. "Ed? Are you okay?"

The blonde boy underneath me groaned and rolled out from under her. "Yeah, I'm fine Al." Ed turned to Keari, extending a hand to help her up. "Are you okay? You should watch where you're going."

She glared at him, taking the offered hand. Metal clanged as she grabbed his hand... like he had automail also. I wonder how that happened? "I'm fine. And, for the record, you also ran into me."

She regained her balance as he let go of her automail hand, a puzzled expression flitting across his face. She shot him a look that dared him to ask. Instead, all he said was, "I'm Ed, and this is my younger brother, Al." He gestured at the man in armor.

Younger? she thought, but his look dared to her to comment so she held herself back from asking. "I'm Keari."

"Nice meeting you," Al said, his voice echoing metalically. Hollowly.

"Yeah, but I'm afraid we're very buisy at the moment. Have you heard of a doctor Marcoh?" Ed asked, raising his gold eyebrows. His eyes, Keari noted, were an unusual shade of gold.

"Marcoh? No," she said, annalyzing the boy's expression. Disappointment flickered in his eyes. She felt a bit bad for disappointing the boy so she added, "But, I do know a doctor Maroh."

The boy raised his head slightly, snapping to alertness. "Where?"

"He lives down the street a ways then to the left. The white house with the tree in the front yard.'' She glanced at the pair, slightly suspicious. "If you don't mind me asking, why do you want to know?"

Ed's expression shut down, turning into an unreadable mask. "He has information we need. We should be going now. C'mon Al."

Keari stared after the two boys for a long time after they had vanished from her sight. One had automail. The other was in a suit of armor, making the wearer invisable to the human eye. I wonder... No! she mentally chided. You shouldn't go around thinking such things. They're probably perfectly normal.

She realized that it was later than she'd planned; the sun was setting. It wasn't wise to be out after dark in this town lately. The disappearances had started a short while ago, always at night and always alone. No witnesses.

She turned off the road, into an alley. Keari didn't take this route home for often for two reasons. One, it was much creepier and, although it provided a short cut, was very isolated. And, two, it was home to-

"Hey there, Keari," said a voice from behind her, mocking her obviously foreign name. She took one deep breath and exhaled very slowly before turning around. Dammit.

"What do you want?" Keari asked, putting on an afraid girl act.

"Oh, you know." He cockily at her then scowled, saying, "We don't like foreigners in these parts of Amestris. You with your white hair and stupid name."

She internally counted to three. She had to keep a cool head; rage was a distraction and could get you killed in a fight. A sound from behind her alerted her to the presense of five more of the bastards. Damn, she thought, I don't remember there being quite this many last time. She couldn't keep stalling; the six rats were starting to close in on her. She was trapped against the alley wall, her way out blocked.

"Well," she said calmly, but inside she was shaking. There were too many. Way too many. "If you insist on fighting, then we'll fight. But I am not going to let you continue being so racist, Jockall. There's more of people unlike you than there are like you."

He sneered pityingly at her. It would be his downfall. Keari threw herself against the alley wall, using the momentum to spring at Jockall. She landed a good, solid kick to his stomach that had him doubled over in pain before the others were on her. After that it was a world of pain. She punched one of the men in the face before she was thrown against the brick wall by another. She heard a sickening crunch and for a moment, all she felt was numbness. Then her entire torso felt as if it were on fire. She coughed and blood spattered the dirt. Not a good sign. Her automail was probably ruined, she thought. Broken.

Jockall, standing up with a grunt, shouted, "That's what you get, you little bitch!"

"Who are you calling so little they could be squashed by a grain of sand!" a said voice near the opening of the alley. Yelled is more accurate. She raised her head slightly, gasping with the pain. Ed?

"I don't think that was meant for y- Brother! Look!" Al said from behind Ed. He pointed to where Keari lay, crumpled. Ed's eyes widened momentarily before narrowing in disgust. He looked at the ground, bangs hiding his face.

"So you enjoy causing pain. What did that girl ever do to you?" He raised his head, a smirk on his face. "Let's see how you take pain."

He clapped his hands together changing his automail arm into a blade. Alchemy, she thought daised. I was right. He didn't use a transmutation circle. How about that.

Ed charged at the first man, a burly, tall one, and knocked him out within a minute. Al did the same to the second man, along with the fourth and fifth. Ed, meanwhile, was locked in combat with Jockall, their leader.

"What did she ever do to you?" he shouted, slicing a deep cut into Jockall's cheek.

Jockall only laughed. "Don't you see it? She's different."

Ed pinned him, automail knife at his throat. "What do you mean by that?" he said through gritted teeth.

"Her blue eyes and white hair. She's obviously some kind of half-Ishvalan bitch. She doesn't belong here. She belongs in the encampments." He laughed as Ed's face contorted in disgust. "When I told her so she refused, so I told her if she didn't leave, I'd make her go. She still refused."

"You're disgusting. You don't deserve death." Al appeared beside me just as Ed wacked Jackall across the head with the blunt of his blade.

"Are you alright? Can you move?" Al asked her, concern lacing his tone.

I answered him with another bloody caugh, trying my best to not get blood on him. "Brother!" he shouted in alarm, looking up from me to his brother.

"What is it, Al?" Ed hurried over to us, his red coat swishing in the slight breeze.

"Look at Keari!" he commanded. Al gently turned me on my back. Even though he was attempting to be gentle, I whimpered quietly.

Ed drew in a breath. He looked at Al, gravely, "We need to take her to Marcoh."

The last thing she remembered was being lifted carefully off the ground, surrounded by folds of red cloth.

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