Disclaimer: I do not own Full Metal Alchemist, nor any of the characters within (though alterations have been made)...but can't I dream?!
Prologue- Bittersweet; Of Dreams And Rude Awakenings
Blowing sands seared the tan skin of his face. Feet plodding one step in front of another for miles on end, scarlet eyes staring at the ground. An exquisite, yet profound sadness along with a sense of resignation filled his body. Hunting for another State Alchemist. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, detecting his prey. With a feral growl, he launched his huge body at the prone alchemist, whose muscles froze in place. Fiery explosions of pain ricocheted in the darkness behind the eyes of the poor soul, and the alchemist knew no more.
Panting furiously, sheets clinging to her body, Elizabeth Daly Elric shuddered awake. Scar. Again, haunting her dreams. Finally getting her breathing to normal, she dropped back onto her bed, staring at the ceiling. Wondering, for the millionth time, what it all meant. Surely there had to be a point in this very same dream coming to ruin any bit of sleep she had for the past month or so. Sighing in resignation, she dared to glance over at the alarm clock. 4:11 declared the silent red numbers, patiently passing the numbers by. Sighing again, she rolled out of bed and padded over to the bathroom. Might as well get dressed, she thought, since she knew that it would be impossible to sleep again this morning. Al seemed to be sleeping still, which was just as well, she supposed. The extra time she was awake this morning would give her ample time to remove all signs of femininity from her person before going outside. Specifically those pesky breasts that required lots of duct tape. Sighing yet again, she started the bath and went in search of her tape.
Meanwhile, in another part of the city, Colonel Roy Mustang was also experiencing a lack of sleep. Images of an elusive blonde-haired vixen had been plaguing his dreams. He couldn't place the face, really, for it was always covered in a bright ray of light. Blonde hair, though. That was the key. She was so full of life, bright and sprightly. And no matter how many women he went out with, he knew that it was never right, it was never her. Groaning, he shut his alarm clock off and sat to watch the sun slowly climb, not for the first time in the past few weeks. It was going to be a long day.
That's it for the prologue..Please review, and I'll have the next chapter up soon! (With lots more character development!)
K