Hi! uhm well this is my first fullmetal fanfiction and I started it because I wanted to write something a bit more grown up and realistic for a change, my Beta wants an extra chapter before this about the two girls, but I was thinking of putting in flash backs throughout the story... hmn review and tell me what you think!

I hope you enjoy my story!

It was an average day when it happened; we were on our way home, me, and my best friend Clarice. She was going round mine as was our normal weekly routine. We were being mad the way we normally were.

"Is that tree pixalated?" Clarice said twisting her head to look at a tree we were just walking past.

I blinked unsure as to if I'd heard her correctly and turned to look at her with an odd stare "what?"

"That tree." She said pointing at it, an old oak that was turning dark yellow for autumn "looks pixalated."

I stared at it blankly for a few minutes before turning back to her and smiling brightly "I suppose it does doesn't it!"

She grinned back and we continued walking "I like trees but not trees like that one, what I really want is a cherry blossom tree, HEY! We should have one in our garden when we live in Japan!"

I smiled softly thinking about it "Yeah, with the koi pond and little bridge"

"And the house with the paper doors and traditional styling's" she said giggling and grabbing my hand

"And you'll be a famous manga artist and I'll write the plotlines for you" I squeezed her hand and looked down at her. "I can't wait!"

We both laughed, slowing down as we reached the main road.

"Wanna watch some fullmetal alchemist when we get home?" I said grinning

"Sure! I can't believe how far ahead you've already gotten! I mean I know I've been spending a lot of time with George lately but still!"

I laughed "Its called not having a social life Clarice, but then again who needs one, I think I'm much happier sleeping reading and watching anime than I am talking to people" I gave a fake shudder at the last word.

She laughed and gave me a slap on my arm "your so anti-social Beth!"

I grinned "well you still love me! Right?" I said sweeping her up bridal style, but being as clumsy as I am, I stumbled over a bump in the pavement, and fell backwards, landing on my side, my arm absorbed some of the impact but Clarice was still hurt.

I was already at her side as she shakily sat up, I knew sudden things like being hit made her cry; I had threatened a guy for hitting her with a ball just that lunchtime. How hypocritical of me.

She stood up suddenly and started running away from me.

"Clarice! Come back! I'm sorry! I just tripped! Look, please come back here so I can make sure your okay!" I said chasing after her

She ran out into the road and I screamed as I watched it all play out.

The sound of the cars horn being blared frantically

The look of sheer terror on her face

My unmoving legs

Her scream

The impact

The blood

I can't take it in. It's not happening not to us, this sort of thing doesn't happen to us. It's some strange dream. All I have to do is blink and I'll wake up in my bed and then the next day it'll be something we all laugh about.

'please god let her be alright' please god, don't take her away' 'please god, please'

I start sprinting towards her unmoving form; the cars have all stopped by now. Their drivers staring at her.

The car that hit her, a shiny white Land rover, its bonnet specked with her blood, starts up and drives away.

No one stops it.

I reach her; I kneel beside her and clutch her hand.

"Clarice?" My voice is cracking.

She makes no response.

I touch her neck panicking feeling for it, and there! A tiny but there pulse! It's slowing down, fading...

"Clarice!" I wail, my voice scratchy, tears pricking my eyes "stay with me, don't go! I need you!"

A siren screeches in the distance, I assume one of the other drivers phoned an ambulance

"Clarice just hold on for a few minutes Hun, the ambulance is almost here, you're going to be all right! You've got to be all right" my hold tightens on her hand "George remember him, you wanted to marry him, remember our trip to Japan, Art college you've got so much to do! You can't just leave!" The sirens draw closer, they sound about a few streets away now.

Great big droplets of my tears start to fall and drip onto her still face.

Her eyelids flutter, and she lets out a shaky sigh "then you live life for me Beth"

I draw in a teary gasp, stuttering out "no! No silly, you'll be fine! You can do it all yourself, your fine!"

Her eyes opened and stared up into mine "it hurts" her eyes slowly shut and her grip on my hand loosened.

She was gone.

Throwing myself over her body. A sound mixed between a cats wail and a wolfs howl is heard, I realise its me. I stay like that for what seems like forever, my shoulders shaking violently tears streaming off my face and onto her. Her corpse.

The siren stops, doors slam people are crowding round. Some one is pulling at me, trying to get me away from her. I clutch on refusing to be moved.

But I'm picked up and carried further and further away.

I watch as they move her, checking her pulse before zapping her with a Defibrillator, her body judders violently before laying unmoving again. They repeat it again and again with no results before getting out a large black body bag and gently placing her inside. My last glimpse of her face was when they zipped it up.

Then sliding it onto a stretcher, they place her in the ambulance and zoom off. Off to the morgue.

I cry out biting the hand of the person holding me I'm released falling out onto the concrete. I give pointless chase after the ambulance before giving up. Letting out a mournful wail I collapse onto the ground and let the darkness encompass me.

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