Hiya! Requiem here with my new FMA story! Please enjoy!

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You lie, silent there before me.
Your tears, they mean nothing to me.
The wind, howling at the window.
The love you never gave, I gave to you...
Really don't deserve it but now there's nothing you can do,
So sleep, in your only memory of me

My Dearest Mother.

-Room of Angels, Silent Hill Four.

Chapter 1 - Dearest

I wonder how everything would have turned out if I was the twin that died, would all the events that occurred after that split second have been changed?

I think about this sometimes...before I go to bed, when I wake up or even sometimes this thought shows up in dreams. I guess I'm subconsciously blaming myself, maybe if I had been the one interested in alchemy mum wouldn't have turned out the way she did. I guess I should introduce myself before I get any further. The name's Mellony, Mellony Mustang. Huh? No I'm not his sister, and I'm certainly not his daughter! Colonel Roy Mustang is my cousin, my dad's nephew if you would. I guess you could call me the diamond dust alchemist as well. Yes, that means I'm a state alchemist, like my cousin and like my dad...was. I guess it runs in the family.

Oh? Are you still wondering what I was talking about earlier? You sure are a curious one aren't you? Let's put it this way, ten years ago a state alchemist offered to take his seven year old daughters to work, nothing big. The younger of the two daughters, an adorable little girl by the name of Karin was ecstatic to go but the eldest daughter a cynical little brat by the name of Mellony (That would be me) could care less about science and alchemy, all she wanted to do was cook. So the state alchemist took his youngest daughter to work and the eldest stayed at home with her cookbooks and aprons.

Now if I remember correctly it was exactly at 6p.m. sharp that the military phoned our house. Mum was still at the shop so little seven year old me climbed on top of the table to reach the phone. Now that I think about it, I feel sorry for the officer that called first he had to speak to a seven year old with a slight speak impediment and then he had to listen to a shrieking house wife. If you haven't got what I was hinting at, Karin and Dad got blown up at the military building. Some anti-military wackjob decided "Oh Let's bomb Military HQ today!" and ended blowing up a seven year old and her dad.

Quite frankly, that one night spawned a five year sentence in hell for me. My mum loved Karin more than Dad or me, she was her little star. She always would say "Oh, my little Karin will grow up to be such a famous alchemist! Oh...and Mellony can take over the shop". She never really cared about me but it wasn't like she was cruel or anything...well at least until she saw Karin's little body, all burnt up and decaying. I guess that was the day she finally started losing it, her mind I mean. She decided she would teach me all the wonders of alchemy, I still didn't really care but I did notice the similarities of cooking and alchemy so it maybe piqued my interest by 5%.

4 years and 11 months later I find out her master plan. As it turned out while I was dutifully learning alchemy just to make her happy mum was off killing young girls and trying to transmute them into Karin. What? Of course I know about human transmutation...wait did you think mum was doing the transmutations herself? That woman was a lazy as they come, and a pretty bad alchemist to boot. While off on her serial killer rampage she would 'salvage' some girls, cut them up for parts but leave them just alive enough to put their little hands on the transmutation circle. No doubt you already know that human transmutation doesn't so these poor dying girls would get torn up again and again just trying to transmute my poor dead sister. I guess on my tenth birthday she finally realized she had the perfect host for my sister's soul the whole time, yeah I mean me. So as soon as I finished by birthday cake I find myself tied up in the basement surrounded by bloody corpses. Happy Birthday to meee~ the bitch put drugs in my damn cake. Finally the damned women comes down the stairs with five more bloody crying girls, I would have screamed at her if she didn't gag me! Next thing I know I'm standing in front of a giant stone gate, So figuring that she killed me I used my scrawny ten year old hands to pry that gate open. BAD IDEA, VERY VERY BAD. I can still remember how it felt, god it felt like my head was gonna explode. I don't think ten year olds have brains big enough for all that knowledge.

I hope you don't think I got off scott free from that do you? I just didn't notice right away seeing as I was covered in blood and that women was dragging me up the stairs quite rudely. Has anything ever seemed to go in slow motion for you? I can still replay the scene in my head. She seemed so big, waving around that knife, covered in blood and screaming at the top of her lungs about how I can't be her child if I can't be used as a container for my sister's soul. Next thing I know she's stabbing me, my arms and legs cry red and suddenly the world stops, the film reel goes black and when I come to I'm surrounded by more than just my blood, her blood flows onto my arms, crawling down and staining my pristine white dress. I look up, it's like she just stopped. Blood flows out of her mouth and I look at my hands, I'm holding that knife right through her chest.

I think this is where I was supposed to cry and run but I think something changed within me over these years. I let go of the knife and she slumped forward, further staining my pretty dress. I squirmed out from underneath her still warm corpse and looked around the room. Everything seemed fine until you looked at the floor, the white linoleum stained by a giant sea of red. Calmly I walked to the living room, tracking red all over the cream coloured carpet. I picked up the phone, dialled the number for military headquarters and asked to speak to Roy Mustang. Minutes later he picks up "What is itMellony? You don't normally call before you come over" with a trace of concern lining his voice. With all the cynicism and indifference I could muster I choked out a "Roy, I was wondering if you could come pick me up, mother's dead and there's quite a mess to clean up".