Author note: Ok so if u read two world's or one family, then you'll notice that Liz is still in here! YAY! I dont own fma but i d own Liz. she is my character. I'll give you a hint on what this story is about. The people are in Germany, alchemy cannot be preformed. that's all im gonna tell ya. enjoy the new story Broken Skin.

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I can still feel the pain from that day. I remember the orange dancing flames, and the unbarring heat melting away at my skin. The screaming roar of my cry seemed to reach no one for hours. The black smoke burning away at my home. Finally, when I thought that I would die from this deadly intense heat, giant, safe, cold hands lifted me up, and carried me away to safety. I was only five years old.

My body was Ok, I only got a few blotches from the fire. But the worst wound was on my face. The left side on my face was melted. Scars made my face horrid and ugly. Although I looked normal on my right, I looked nothing more then a monster waiting in the dark to steal little innocent kids from their mothers.

I became ashamed of what had happened to me. Who could love a hideous, ugly monster, like me?

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It has been eleven years since the fire. I have suffered a great deal of misery and pain. I had lost my dear parents to sickness. When they died, I was sent to live with a family friend, Mrs. Lawson and her daughter, Chris. No matter how nice they treated me, I still felt alone, and ashamed.

I went to school like every other little girl. But I was forced to sit in the back. No one wanted to see the scars on my face. And during recess, the kids would throw stones, and sticks, and call me abhorrent names. I soon learned that I would have to hide half my face to not be treated so cruelly. I hid the left side of my face behind my brown hair. And i avoided being noticed by others by standing near the walls looking at my feet.

As I grew I became less and less aware of the social society. I stayed beside myself, and from the perfectly sculpted people that walked around me.

Chris, with her blonde hair and grass green eyes, loved to be in the center of attention. She was one of the ones that threw rocks at me at recess. At home she would treat me like she was my best friend in front of her mother. But alone she would torture me with names, and fists. I learned how to avoided her at home.

My name is Elizabeth Wildheart Matley. But I would like to be called Liz. I have long brown hair that goes just pass my waist. And blue eyes. Or should I say I have a blue eye, and the left eye is gray. Altough my face is all scared up, I can still see through my left eye.

I walk down Mainstreet to get home from school everyday. Usually as I walk home, I see two young men, swarmed by young pretty ladies my age. The man with gold hair and gold eyes is named Edward Elric. And the one with dirty blonde hair and gray eyes is named Alphonse Elric. The Elrics had come to this town only a few months ago. The young women that surround them is the "Elric fangirl club" at least that's what I call them.

I stay on the other side of the street, far away from them. I gaze at the Elrics, wishing to have prefect skin so I could have a chance to get to know them. Today is like any other day, only this time as I look at the prefect faces of the Elrics, the one called Alphonse spots me.

I feel my face burn with embarrassment as I realize that I was caught staring at them. I duck my head, looking at the ground, And hold my books closer to my chest. I want to get home fast, and hope no one notices me, but I bump into someone due to my haste.

"Watch it, freak!" A familiar voice called to me. Chris.

"I-I-I-Im s-s-so sorry." I stammered, trying to gather my things. I was the only one to fall and drops my belongings.

As I begin to pick my things up, I felt a cold hard hand slap my face. "Worthless monster! Why were ever born?!" She turned her head slightly to say to her click, "maybe we should end this beast's misery? what do you guys say?" They agree with her. Her smile widens and she takes a step towards me. "I have been wanting to do this for a long time." She pulled back her arm, her fist clenched and-

A hand shoots from nowhere, and grabbed Chris's arm. "You know, It's very rude to just hit someone because they bumped into you."

We all looked at the newcomer. Alphonse was holding Chris's arm and he had an angry look in his eyes. Edward was behind him, looking just as mad. "I think you should say your sorry, and help her pick up her things." Alphonse told Chris.

Chris, with no witty comebacks, bent down and picked my books up, she apologized and left, without saying another word.

I stood, dumbfounded that someone like Alphonse would help, stared at the brothers. "T-T-T-Thank you..." I stammered, and ran quickly past them, trying to hide my joyous tears.

There are some people in the world that really do care.