"God has given us a divine gift. And that is legs to walk on, and hands to do make tools to work with. I guess its our fault for trying something impossible..." Mathew whispers, tracing a dent in the table, most likely from the all out brawl with my dad and his dad this morning.

"Alright, I'm going to wake Van up, do you need anything upstairs?" Pushing myself from the table, I made my way to the stairs that were just around the corner, next to the front door.

"Yes, could you grab me some oil my mom left? My leg is squeaking when I bend it." Mat called as a sprinted up the stairs, yelling back a "sure" I made my way up to the third story. It was humid in Central now a day, because of this stupid heat wave from the east.

"Van? Time to get up! Our train leaves in an hour and you know how slow of a driver your cousin is!" The soft noise of blankets moving and feet hitting the floor filled the all but silent hallway.

"Alright, alright...ah." A high pitched voice said. Van was a interesting little guy, he was two years younger than me and Mathew. He looked like his mother, a young Xing...Mei I think is her name. She passed away during child birth with his little sister. He had her face, but his father blonde hair and golden eyes; which had a tint of black likely from his mother. The door was pulled open, a mopped head 13 year old popped out.

"You are going to wear that! You're going to freeze in Brigg!" Mathew pulled at my hoodie, and my normal leather pants.

"Yes I am, do you have problem with it! I have a bigger jacket that I'm going to put on when we get there. Its going to take us at least till tomorrow to get up there.

"Yeah, and then we are going to have to call your dad and tell the Fuhrer that his only little girl froze to death. I would love to get my ass burned because of that!" Van was trying to sound as pissed as Mat, but it didn't work with his voice. We had just taken our seats in the train, after stopping to pull some money out of my bank account.

"Bella, you need to think about this stuff! Do you want everyone to think the great black fire alchemist doesn't know how to dress herself?" lots of eyes stared this way when that name was mentioned, and murmurs filled the air, each with a different attitude to them. That quieted the boys for the first few hours, both to afraid to say anything. After a while I guess I fell asleep.

Blood. It covered the walls. It was spraying from the dark, blob of flesh in bones. We were never going to finish the task. We would fail every try. The dead stay dead, as my father always said to me and my brother.

"Daddy! Cwan I asske ywo somwethinkg?" A 2 year old Bella asked, staring at her father, who was helping his wife do the dishes.

"Yes, you can always ask me anything." Roy smiled as his little girl giggled when he picked her up.

"Why dow pweple get b…bwared!" the little girl exclaimed, throwing her hands into the air.

"I'm sorry, but I don't understand two year old tongue, Riza did you get that?" looking back at Riza, who had a state of shock written on her face.

"Yes I did..she asked why people get…buried"

"Bella, where did you hear that!" Roy watched his daughter point out the window, where her older brother Maes was playing with his friends. After explain death, so that a two year old would understand.

"Well…cwan thewy cowme back?" Bella's asked, as she stared with big brown eyes between her parents.

"No, the dead stay dead my dear."

YEA! Hehehe I it to the second chapter! I think this is going to be fun! Thank you to the one person who reviewed, who made my day really! I may now put a new chapter up every day…well I never will get one up every day. But at least once a week! R&R