Disclaimer: I'm too lazy to own Fullmetal Alchemist.

Note: I wrote this in…March. On the fifth. I'm really lazy, and haven't gotten to writing a second chapter. It's short, and crappy. If people like it I might finally make a second chapter. If I can remember the plot, that is.

Alchemist of Treason

Chapter One

Storm winds blew harshly as a woman ran through the rain, her matted black hair sopping wet, plastered against her back, the rain highlighting the blue streaks in the hair. Her prison uniform stuck to her accentually as she ran, diving and ducking behind trees constantly. She was a few miles off of central now, but she kept running until she collapsed. Normally someone couldn't make it even that far, but she was different, she had always pressed herself to the max in her training, training for rigorously long hours, fighting to be the best. She had earned it all, but now it was gone.
But that was the past, one of which she barely remembered now, she had been in that hell for years, she could scarcely remember why she was in there, or for how long. Praying with all of her might that it'd work, she clapped her hands together, pressing them firmly against a tree trunk. She whispered a quick prayer to some form of ungodly God (as paradoxical as that concept is) as the tree trunk slid open to reveal a small concave within. Ducking in, she sealed it over, except for a small hole large enough to breath, and she soon felt herself slip out of that world, and into her own mental plane.

Staring out the window at the cold, stormy night, the boy watched the rain slide down the window, landing on the flower petals that lay on the soil of the windowsill flower box. The flowers, of course, had long since died.
As he watched the rain dripping onto the wilting flower petals he remembered a key little phrase, 'one is all, all is one...' The phrase in a way undermined where they were today.
Sighing once more, he ran his gloved left hand through his hair, closing his eyes. He spun on his chair, the chain of the silver pocket watch clinking slightly as he faced his brother, "Al...?" he said, opening one eye.
The suit of armour nearly jumped a foot as his brother addressed him out of nowhere, "Y-yes, big brother?"
"Calm down." Edward sighed, shaking his head, "I was just wondering why you were so quiet."
"It's just..." Alphonse sighed, hanging his head a little bit as he said this, "Winry was supposed to come to the fair with us tomorrow. But...it'll be too muddy now."
"So?" Edward said, stretching as he grabbed his red coat off the back of his chair, "To tell truth, I really didn't want to go." he shook his head as he slipped the long coat over his arms.
"Why?" Al asked, perplexed, "You seemed eager when you promised Winry on the phone."
"Ever heard of faking it?" Ed asked, rolling his eyes, "She wanted to go, and she wasn't asking. If I'd said no she would get on the first train here, forceful remove my automail and shove it up my-"
Ed was cut off from the crude ending of his sentence by a loud pounding on the door.
As Al answered it a man in full military uniform saluted them, "Major Elric!" the man said respectfully. Without lowering his hand, or the expression on his face wavering-and especially not making the mistake of looking down toward Ed-he continued, "Assistance is request by the Colonel."
"What now?" Ed grumbled.
"There's been a prison break."