Entry 1: 2010, August 5th, 11:01 pm/Dear Diary,

Once upon a time, there lived a little girl named Edeline and her brother Alphonse. The two were happy children who lived with their wonderful mother Trisha and her okay boyfriend Hohenheim.

One day, Alphonse and I found out that Trisha was going to marry Hohenheim. At first, the both of us were in shock and I felt a little uneasy (it wasn't that I didn't trust Hohenheim, I just didn't know him as much as I would have liked to before I would have to start thinking of him as a father; or at least that's what I told myself at the time) but we both wanted our mother to be happy, so we sucked it up, smiled and gave them their blessings.

But after the marriage, things started going wrong. Hohenheim started showing his true colors; his hatred for Alphonse, his love of beating Trisha into the ground and worst of all, his enjoyment of sexually abusing me.

Eventually, it got too much and so, I tried to talk Trisha into divorcing Hohenheim and confessed that he was abusing me; I've been abused before but it stopped because of my mother so she'd stop it from happening again, right? Wrong. Trisha smacked me, called me a slut who took away her husband and started beating me. And poor, innocent Alphonse was forced to watch it all go down.

That night, I convinced my brother to leave with me and we did. We didn't really know where to go, but anywhere that Trisha and Hohenheim wouldn't be able to find us would be best.

After some time, I decided to take us to a police station and told the officers there about my situation at home. They did an investigation and put Trisha and Hohenheim behind bars, but that left Alphonse and I as a pair of orphans floating around the world, having to deal with the horrible people in the Foster System.

One night, after being separated from my brother, I finally lost it. I ran away from the house I had been staying in and didn't stop running until I found herself lying on the floor in a dirty ally, lost, insecure and alone as I cried my eyes out for the first time in years.

Eventually, my sobbing caught the attention of some very drunk men who decided to try and rape me, but I got away. I asked myself why I didn't let them have their way. I was no virgin, I'd have nothing to lose by allowing myself to be their play toy (except maybe what little pride I had left), who knows; maybe they would've even taken pity on me and taken me in. It wouldn't be a perfect life but at least I'd get a roof over my head and something to eat.

But then again, that might not have happened and I could have actually been killed by them instead; who knows really? So, deciding I wouldn't sit around and regret it, I went walking and looking. There was no way I was going back to the Foster System; even if it killed me, I'd stay away from those bastards. Maybe I could join a gang? I, at the time, wasn't all that strong physically, but I wasn't about to just let myself stay that way. Maybe I'd be able to get at least a little bit stronger if I got in and besides, they say there's safety in numbers. Just one problem:

I had no idea where to find a gang. In fact, I didn't even know if there were any gangs in the area! But if that was the case, then I'd get just have to make one.

Now with a goal in mind, I went looking for some place I could call a home base. It would need to be well hidden (not stand out) but it would have to at least be inhabitable. I eventually came across a slightly shady looking hotel with boarded up windows and that's when my problems really seemed to start.

Four years later/Present Day… 2014, June 20th, 10:48 pm…

Safety switched off by a metal right hand, the gun was aimed at the back of a black-haired head. Cunning and maddened blue eyes turned to glare at the owner of the gun, who's golden eyes of resolve also hardened.

"Fullmetal? Who do you think you're pointing that gun at?" Blue eyes hissed, two strands of his sleek hair getting in his way.

Golden eyes half covered by golden hair remained hard, "You, Kimblee. Let the boy go and I won't have to shoot you, too."

"Sis-sister?" A 3rd voice stuttered, black shirt held in Kimblee's grip tightened.

"Oh, so this little fucker is your little brother, is he, Fullmetal?" Kimblee's smile turned from sadistic and full of killing intent to a feral look that screamed rage and murder, "I had no idea you used to be a Penthouse pet."

"I never was, Kimblee." Golden eyes glanced at their almost perfect match, the only difference being a green taint passed down from their diseased mother that turned them grey, "This kid just seems to have me confused with someone else."

"Oh? Then why are you protecting him?" Kimblee questioned, pointing at the gun japed in the side of his head, "Last I checked, I was the boss and this brat was our target, right?"

"Wrong." 'Fullmetal' hissed, "You were the one payed by that fucker to kill Bradley's blood son, not his adopted one. You've got the wrong kid, Kimblee."

"Oh? Do I really?" Kimblee mocked, his smile sadistic, "Archer never said which kid to kill."

"You're not going to lay a hand on Selim!" The 3rd person stated, "He's like the little brother I never had, I won't loss him the same way I lost my sister!"

He was easily ignored. Tensions ran higher, high enough to make a rocket jealous and the atmosphere was so thick, you could cut it with a butter knife.

"Sorry, Alphonse…" 'Fullmetal' thought, "you may have lost me long ago and as much as I wanted you to never see the monster I've become, I have to kill him. I can't let Kimblee stay on the streets anymore. He's controlled my life and needlessly ended other people's before; I won't let him do it even if he almost convinced me I loved him. Good thing Roy came around when he did or I really would have fallen for Kimblee's lies."