Hello everyone! RussianTeacup here! This is the story of Thalia Hawthorne, one of my FMA: Brotherhood OCs. I hope you enjoy the prologue and don't think it's stupid! Please comment and read the first chapter when it is published!

Prologue

She ran.

It was all she could do. Her weak legs pounded against the street, faltering from their lack of use in the previous months. She panted wildly, refusing to give in to her screaming muscles. She had to run.

She could hear them in the distance, though they were too far away for the ordinary human to hear.

Then again, Thalia wasn't ordinary. At least not anymore.

She heard them yelling, barking orders to the others, starting vans to track her down. There was no doubt they'd catch up to her in a matter of minutes. Thalia had to hide quickly.

Though the dark streets were empty, the few people that happened upon the strange looking girl running frantically either cowered or ran away. The ones she begged for help warned her to stay back, true fear burning in their eyes.

And so she ran. Thalia's head throbbed and sweat poured down her face, mixing with her tears. She was exhausted and scared. For how long she had been fleeing from the laboratory, she didn't know. But judging by how her muscles burned, she figured it had been a while.

Suddenly she tripped. It was too faced to brace herself and she collapsed on the ground, hurting her jaw and ribs.

For a while she just laid there, slowly losing the little hope she had left. But in a last ditch effort to escape her pursuers she crawled into the alley and propped herself up against the wall.

She panted and wiped the sweat from her brow. With one hand she cradled her aching ribcage and she held the other to her face. What was once the slender hand of a young woman was now a bony translucent caw with long nails on the ends of skinny fingers. Even in the dark she could see it perfectly. Her eyes followed down her arm to the ugly brown wings that protruded from her back.

Thalia put her head in her hands as the tears began to flow again.

"I'm a monster," she whispered. She waited for her chasers to capture her, and maybe even kill her.

"Hey."

She raised her eyes from her hands to the man standing above her. She hadn't even heard him walk down the alley.

With her new eyes she noticed features on him she wouldn't usually in the dark. His spiky black hair, his purple eyes that seemed to glow, and the strange tattoo on his hand.

He crouched down and Thalia wondered why he didn't turn away at her grotesque face.

"You look like a bat," he stated. "Are you a chimera?"

She was puzzled that this man was not running or trying to kill her. It was the most amount of kindness she had been shown all day. She gave a weak nod of her head.

After looking her up and down once more, the man grinned, showing sharp teeth. "I could use someone like you. How about joining my team?"

Thalia had no idea what he was talking about. All she knew was that it provided solace from her pursuers, and that was enough for her.

He stood back up and held out the hand with the tattoo to her. "Well, what do you say?"

At this point Thalia didn't care what the consequences may be. If safety lied in this stranger's offer, then so be it.

She took his hand and blacked out, collapsing in his arms.

~Prologue End~