Intro: Truth just had to face it, there was no way they could pass the gate: no afterlife recognized them. All he could do was send them back to live and die as humans. Envy, after having committed suicide, finds himself in a strange world, where alchemy has ceased to exist, in a city called Paris. All alone, he receives the help of two young women and their friends.

Dear readers… Thank you for reading.

Years ago, I posted a fanfic called "Floor 5, Door 5O2", it was the first fanfic I had ever written and I was super happy and I received such nice compliments and I felt like I had written a masterpiece! :D…

Then I grew up :,(...

For years I had pushed the story to the back of my mind, I was eleven and had very strange illogical ideas in my head… But then I took a second look (at the reviews) and wondered if I should give it another go. See how much I've grown (and have not grown) over the years. Plus, the concept of a Homunculus in Paris fascinates me.

I hope you enjoy and please review and send me your criticism

I do not own FMA or their characters.

All Ocs are mine.

Chapter 1: Roads

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The air didn't smell right.

Or at least, he thought the air didn't smell right. In his current state, his conscience had a hard time staying grounded, and it returned and left him in little bits. He had trouble thinking about anything. He just knew two things: that he was cold, and that something horrible had happened.

He tried to open his eyes, but as he did, he realised just how tired he felt. His eyes glazed over his surroundings and everything was a blur as he found difficulty focusing on the surrounding area.

As he gained more sensation in his body -and as the world stopped looking like a dream-, he became more aware of his other senses; He realised that it was cold and that it was night, and the prickling feeling in his exposed arms and legs bothered him more than it should have. The hard and grainy surface he was laying on smelled of concrete, and alerted him he was on a road -not a place where he wanted to be laying on; despite his immortality, being run over was never pleasant-. The air smelt funny, it had a strange... alien... scent to it, like if it wasn't the air he knew. And yet he couldn't understand why it felt that way.

At first the world was silent, then he heard the quiet criquets of bugs in the distance, then the snapping of a branch and the sound of the wind blowing through trees.

He was in a forest.

But how did he get in a forest? And in what part of Amesrtry did they have a forest? He didn't know.

With the last strength of his consciousness, Envy tried to tell himself that something was horribly, horribly wrong. But as his mind fought against the strange lethargy that inhabited him, his head began to ache more and more, and it was made worse by the grainy surface of the ground that dug into the sore spot on his head. He was barely able to grasp who he was, what he was and where he should be in his foggy mind, but for the life of him he couldn't remember what had happened.

It wasn't right.

It just wasn't right.

He wasn't supposed to be this way!

Envy didn't know what had happened -and didn't care either-, all he knew was that it was wrong and shouldn't have happened and that it was terrible. And whatever it was, it was the cause of his strange pain and his irrational sense of dread.

"I have to find… Father…"

Father… That was the only person that mattered at the moment. And it was soon going to be the promise day -no- today was the promise day. That he remembered. He had to get back to Central before the eclipse started. He had to be there to fight with everyone and to protect Father and to trample the humans-

But it was night.

The eclipse happens in the middle of the day.

The eclipse had to have already started.

That couldn't be possible.

Unless it was the eclipse, and the dark sky was because the moon was blocking off the sun. Which meant he had to get to the center of the transmutation immediately!

The air smelt funny, He was in pain, the eclipse had already began, he was afraid and most definitely alive… there was nothing logical in the entire situation.

He tried to move, -to at least reach a sitting position-, but he didn't have the chance to lift his little finger that a terrible pain shot through his body and strangled his cries before they had a chance to escape his mouth. The joints in his bone felt like they were separated by three centimeters of cold steel. Every tissue around his organs stretched like they were being pulled apart, and his head pounded as if it was being cut in half with a blunt knife. His eyes stung with hot, unshed tears and he could do nothing but gasp and choke from the crushing pain in his lungs. His entire body burned and pricked and shuddered like one big bleeding cut left to fester in the cold air..

But he wasn't bleeding, or at least he hoped he wasn't bleeding. There was no metallic smell in the air and he didn't feel any trickle of liquid running across his skin. But even if there was no cut he wasn't suppose to feel pain! Why wasn't he healing?!

"My philosopher's stone… Why isn't my philosopher's stone-" He thought as he angled his head to look at the road, and then he froze.

He couldn't sense his philosopher's stone.

He couldn't sense his philosopher's stone!

How was that even possible?!

The philosopher's stone was a homunculus lifeforce, and without it, they would be nothing but a pile of ashes that would consume itself until there was no molecule of them left in the world. No matter what, they always felt the presences of the red stone. It flowed through them, pulsing with the millions of souls that offered their energie to them. There was always the feeling of the philosopher's stone's voices in their veins and in the subconscious of their heads.

There were no voices.

There was no pulsating life force.

There was no power.

He might as well have been an empty container.

An empty container ravaged by pain of an unknown source.

Envy panicked. He was in pain. He was cold. Something very bad had happened. He didn't know where he was. He didn't know what had happened to Father. And worst of all he didn't have his philosopher's stone!

Envy tried to squirm and call out -to who, he didn't know-, but that only served to worsen his headhack.

Was there anyone that would help him?

Allies? Unlikely. Friends? Non-existent. Lust was dead. Greed? He doubted he would help, they weren't close. Gluttony? He didn't know what had happened to him -and besides- it's not like that big oaf would be of much help -just like Sloth. Wrath? Possible. Pride? Maybe, but he could just as well scoff at his helplessness rather than help him. And he didn't know where any of them were and they probably didn't know where he was.

He was alone.

His breathing became more eradicate. And with horror he realised that black spots began forming at the corners of his eyes. The pain pulled his mind to dark places. The soft sounds of the forest paralleled with almost cruel irony to the homunculus growing hysteria.

He didn't know how long he had stayed like that, trying to fight the unconsciousness that threatened to knock him out.

He blinked his eyes to keep them open. But as time passed he became more and more aware of how difficult it was staying awake.

I can't move.

I can't see.

I'm not healing.

My philosopher's stone is gone.

Is this death?

Am I dead?

Dead people shouldnt be able to feel pain.

Dead people don't wake up in a forest.

Maybe I should sleep.

Maybe everything will make sense… later...

He was alerted from his trance when two strange white dots appeared in the distance of the blackness. He wondered what they could be as they slithered across the dark trees. Then when the lights got bigger and bigger, with a speed that shouldn't have been possible, and the rest of the car appeared, he knew exactly what it was.