I opened my eyes. Three years is a long time. But I had taken the time to get to know all of the poor creatures sacrificed to create me. All one-thousand and one of them. Annabeth, the young Amestrian. The little Ishvalan child, only two years old. The Ishvalan girl's pet dog. The exotic bird called Joshua. All of them.
Their stories ripped at my heart. I refused to eat for a while after I'd heard all of them. But then I realized I shouldn't sit and feel sorry for myself. I would take vengeance for their poor souls, every last one of them.
It was time to test her again. Experiment 1001 always came docilely. She didn't understand her life, which made it even sweeter to be in control of her. The armed guard opened the door to release her.
I leapt into action. The second the doors opened, I wriggled through the narrow crack, ripping out the throats of all in my way. I could hear the angry souls in me, clamoring for more, for blood, for death to the cruel people who slew thousands. I was just that mad. I obeyed the lust for blood willingly. I jumped from man to man, ripping at throats, tearing at chests, roaring in pleasure. I was impervious to the bullets bouncing off of my skin, ricocheting around the room as I bathed in blood. Then I saw the uniforms. The military! This was all their doing!
I finished off everyone in the building, then found a mirror. I wanted to see myself.
I was tall, finely muscled and pale. I had long black hair which I tied in two pony-tails. That revealed my eyes. One red; the Ishvalan baby. One blue; the Amestrian girl. I smiled, willing fangs to extend. Two long ivory teeth poked over my lip. I willed them to vanish and cat-ears to poke out. I frowned a little. I should've been more specific when I said cat-ears. I had thirty-six pairs of cat-ears adorning my head.
In a few short minutes, I mastered the ability to grow extra parts. It was almost time to go to the military meeting I'd over-heard about. But first, I thought as I frowned at my bare body, some clothes. Best to be decent. I didn't want anyone to see my nude figure. Not anymore. It'd been viewed, poked and prodded by the bloody shit-faces that created me every day.
It took me long enough, but I found clothes to fit me. I also found an assortment of weapons that fit nicely into a large black over-coat I found. Finally, the souls in my body and I agreed that it was time to go avenge them.
Everyone was whooping and cheering. Only one visible person was not cheering, and whoever it was was shoving towards the front. They wore a long black trench-coat and a black hat that covered their face. They towered over almost the entire crowd. Frowning, the soldier pointed the person out. Six men were deployed into the crowd to apprehend the mysterious person.
Six men were moving towards me. I growled, deciding to drop the act. I flung off my hat, letting my long hair fly free. I also whipped out one of my many guns. I fired six shots, hitting all of the men moving towards me. Panic ensued, and more men moved towards me. Grinning, I fired more. When they came too close, I used knives and heavy melee weapons to cut their throats and crush their skulls. Finally, bullets started to bounce off my body.
"No use! Guns have no effect on her!" someone shouted.
I shed my coat, allowing them to see all of my seven feet six inches of muscle and brawn. More bullets fell to the ground. I felt the rush of blood in my ears, heard the cries of my souls. The bodies were piling up around me, and they kept coming. "Look out! Colonel Mustang coming through! Fullmetal Alchemist coming through! Let them handle this!"
I licked my lips in anticipation, but frowned upon seeing the Fullmetal Alchemist. "Now the military's beating someone whose balls haven't dropped yet into doing dirty work? I thought my creation was bad enough!" I snarled.
"Just what are you? A Homunculus?" asked the boy.
"I'm Experiment 1001. A creation of your science! One-thousand and one souls course through my blood, sacrificed for the creation of a single Chimera! And at the hands of you bloody ass-holes!" I roared, letting the flow of souls finally take over. Wings, fangs, claws, tails, ears, horns, antlers and so forth, burst out of my body. I roared angrily, flexing my powerful arms. It was time to crush the military, the source of evil in this country.
The Chimera was out of control. She roared and snarled. Mustang snapped, engulfing her in flames, but no good came from it. She jumped out of the scorched ground, reaching for his throat, long fangs wrapping around his arm.