Hello! this is a very important story, mainly because I've had such a hard time trying to come up with a name and how the story starts, I know exactly how it is in the middle, and end, but it was so hard to come up with the prologue. ever had that problem? so frustrating! Kimmy! DO IT!
Kimblee: Greedy-Homunculus-Loves-Meh does not own any characters only Claire.
Claire: YO BOMBER! SHUT UP AND GET OVER HERE SO I CAN KICK YOUR PYROMANIAC A**!
Kimblee: Oh come on give me a break! Freakin biotch.
Greed: HEY! DON'T YOU TREAT MY DAUGTHER LIKE THAT, OR I WILL SLAP YOU SO HARD YOUR ANCESTERS WILL FEEL IT! AND I KNEW YOUR GRANDMA WHEN SHE WAS YOUR AGE! She was nice... *pervy look*
Oh god... Just read my story. please Review. I AM FOREVER ALONE EVEN ON THE INTERNET! no flames, and YES Claire is the baby of Greed/Dorchet. I cant help it I just love that couple! Rated M for blood and violence and the like. MOMMA DON'T YELL AT ME!
One rather gloomy day, in the town of Dublith in the country of Amestris, there was a small bar, dubbed the name 'The Devil's Nest' was having a nightmarish day.
Gunshots and unearthly howls, tore trough the normally peaceful air. Blood and rubble littered the floors and huge chunks of the walls missing. Doors, long forgotten laid on the floor after being kicked off there hinges. Bottles of booze shattered as glass and various drinks scattered the floor, but none of this was what was worst. Soldiers clad in blue and gold, some carrying rifles, others, dragging the deformed corpses of the employees of the quaint, smoky, little bar.
As the last of the shrieks was extinguished, down in the deepest part of the underground catacombs, a girl with midnight hair, lavender eyes, and many freckles, sat sobbing in earnest.
This young girls name was Claire. And the howls and screams of the dying employees were the distressed voices of her beloved family.
She was sitting in a pool of crimson red blood several dead, mangled, bloody corpses lay sprawled before her in the lonely forgotten hallway. Mixed in with the dead the soldiers couldn't see her, but see could see them as broad as daylight. She couldn't believe that such monstrous people ever existed, they were joking about the dead bodies, prodding them with their weapons and laughing. Claire glanced around she spotted a glint of metal, it was a machete as long as her forearm. She slowly reached for the miniature sword, then slowly rose to her feet, the soldiers now had their backs turned towards her.
With a blood-curdling scream, she launched forward, machete in hand, and killed them all, without mercy, and without regret. She slowly turned her head, glaring at the last solider in the hallway that was with her. He stood there frozen in fear, at the look of hatred he was being given.
"Hello." Claire smiled a evil grin, equivalent, to that of a dozen crazed psychopaths. "Don't worry, You won't be forgotten, neither will they," She continued, stepping closer with each word that escaped her mouth. Without warning she lunged at him and sunk her insanely large shark-like teeth with very long canines, into the raw skin of the soldiers neck. The body of the intruders lay at her feet, She stalked down the forrgotten hall, looking around for her parents, thinking all the while; You won't be forgotten, and you sure as he'll won't forget me, YOU MURDERURS!
And from that day forward the caring young 17-year-old known as Claire D. Aravice was no more, and she was replaced with the new, vengeance hungry young woman.
Claire the Daughter of Avavice, will exact her revenge, upon those who left her to be forgotten, especially those dammed brothers!
Sorry this chapter I was very focused see ya