AN: Okay from here on out more FMA will be in it, promise. Oh and PS? Sorry for this chapter in advance.

An alley. Seriously?! Edward was thinking that Alphonse had HAD to have known better. Why would you duck into a dark alley when a maniac was chasing you?

"Now he can't follow us!" shouted Alphonse triumphantly. Ed turned and had to take a step back. His little brother had transmuted a towering stone wall from the street to block the entrance.

Edward smiled broadly. Even at a bad time like this, he was proud of his brother's ability to perform alchemy while in the suit of armor. At first, he had thought that Al would lose his abilities. But it had quickly become apparent that he hadn't. Maybe the fact that alchemy was the only thing keeping him alive had let the younger Elric keep his powers even when his corporeal body was gone.

Suddenly a fist sized hole was punched into the stone (and into Ed's thoughts.) And soon after that, the wall exploded. Their scarred pursuer retracted his left hand from where it had been resting on the stone wall just moments earlier.

"How!?" shrieked an alarmed Ed as he easily fell into a combat posture.

The following fight was brutal. Few words were exchanged, but Ed quickly found out that this man, Scar, was targeting state alchemists, calling them 'devils.' He only seemed able to destroy, something Ed found peculiar as he divorced his mind from the fight.

And then the man hit Al. His armor crackled and broke, stained with transmutation marks.

"ALPHONSE!" Ed cried.

"Keep fighting, Ed! Leave me here! Run!" shouted the still-living suit of armor.

"It's empty?" questioned Scar as he stepped backwards hastily. The Ishvalan's eyes narrowed. "I thought that when I transmuted the armor, the one inside would be killed too. Clearly this is more complicated than I thought."

Edward dashed at his and tried to throw a punch, but the man caught his automail arm. A flash of light and they both backpedaled... But nothing appeared to have happened except the sleeve of Ed's coat tore.

"Automail? I see... No wonder my human destruction didn't work. But that arm... Has to go."

And with that, Scar grasped Edwards's metal wrist and blasted his automail into scrapmetal.

"AH!" Ed yelped, in surprise and slight pain as his nerves registered a problem and shrapnel grazed his skin. Sitting down heavily, he landed next to his brother, whose left leg had been disconnected and his left arm mostly destroyed.

"Get up, brother! Run!" Alphonse pleaded. Then, in a quiet voice, Ed spoke.

"You're only after me... Right?"

Scar nodded. "Only you have taken on the sin of becoming a state alchemist."

"Then promise me you'll let him live."

"BROTHER WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Alphonse screamed at him. Ed flinched but moved forwards a little.

"Then please just take me and leave him alone." And Edward bowed his head. Scar placed his left palm on the boy's golden hair in a sick mockery of a gentle parent. Edward's eyes turned up to meet his, full of fear and dismay but mainly of defiance.

"Do you have any gods you wish to pray to?" Scar asked in a whisper.

"I don't believe in gods, and if there are any, they already hate me," Edward hissed brokenly. His golden gaze slid to Al, who was silent in horror. "Keep going," he said. "I've now made your path into a river of mud. Keep going, brother."

"Brother please you can't leave me! Don't do this! No! Nonononono!" Al was hysterical, trying to get at his brother. As he struggled, the remainder of his left arm clattered to the stone and he fell onto his side.

Helpless.

Ed once again looked at Scar. Scar stared back. Somewhere deep, in the soul of his conscience, he knew that this child couldn't possibly have been one of the state alchemists to attack his family and home. He was simply too young. But a mission was a mission of he had to wipe out the next generation of these filthy dogs...

So be it.

"Please don't make it hurt too much." Ed's whisper broke through the howling of his armored brother. He let the child-like request out before he could stop it. Ed had almost given in to fear. He hoped Scar would act soon...

Scar could only kill people in one way... One very painful way. He ignored the stabs of conscience and activated his alchemy.

Alphonse's wordless scream echoed through his hollow body, amplified tenfold. He met his brother's eyes with his emotionless pink ones.

There was a supernova of pain in each of those fading golden irises, and a lifetime of sadness.

What the brothers didn't know was that supernovas were, yes, the death of stars, but also the birth of new ones.

There was an intense flash of white.

AN: Since I don't think anyone reads this yet, I don't feel too bad about the cliffhanger. Next we'll get to explore equivalent exchange. Yep, this is an OC-goes-to-Amestris etc fic, but this one has an explanation!

Poor Ed he didn't even last two chapters.