A/N: Well, no one reviewed my story but I REALLY don't care, I would just appreciate it later on. I might not continue posting chapters if I don't get 1 comment (good or bad, beggers can't be choosers!) by chapter 6. What ever! But, just a little bit of friendly advice:
NEVER eat a bagel on a Sunday. Wan't to know why? About a dozen people go to the hospital every Sunday (why Sunday?) because they CUT OFF THEIR THUMBS WHILE CUTTING THEIR BAGEL BECAUSE THEY'RE TOO DENSE TO TAKE THEIR THUMB OUT OF THE BAGEL HOLE! But you're not dense. Oh no! So you won't eat bagels on a Sunday, will you? Or at least, now you'll be inteligent enough to TAKE YOUR THUMB OUT OF THE HOLE!
Chapter Two: Visions
Near her, were many rust-colored markings on the floor. At first in a pool, then streaked towards the left, then two more pools. What happened here? But then, she noticed something even more disturbing.
In the middle of the floor, was a smeared chalk circle. Even though most of it was washed away, she could tell that at one pint it was a very large and complex circle. In the middle of this, was a mound of some foul-smelling substance and blood. It too streaked across the floor, and then disappeared beyond the house.
"What the hell?" she couldn't understand any of this! As she reached up to pick up a large abandoned pan, two very important things happened. The first was that she saw herself in a reflection for the first time. She had green eyes, pale skin and long, straight black hair.
The second, and by far most intriguing thing, was something that she can't quite explain. As soon as she touched the pan, she saw before me two boys with blond hair. It was really fast and she couldn't see their faces. Light, golden at first, then a sinister purple light and winds from nowhere. A gate, screams, blood, a terrifying creature, a suit or armour, and then fire.
She pulled away. What was that? She was scared enough about having no memories, but this was too much! I have to get out of here! She picked up the box and carefully climbed out of the cellar.
The sun was a little higher now, so she was able to see where she was going. There was a tree next to the house that was charred and burnt like the timbers of this home. There was a dirt road that wound around the rolling hills, the occasional tree, but not much else.
She put the box in a bag that had not been destroyed by the flames, and walked down the path, hoping to find some answers along the way. And maybe a place to stay for the night. She didn't like the look of those clouds. Little did she know that this was just the beginning of a very long and confusing day.
I FORGOT THE DICLAIMER! Okay, so
Diclaimer: I don't own FMA because if I did, I wouldn't be writing this annoying disclaimer! I only own this poor, confused little girl!
A/N: I know it's really short, but too bad, that only means I'll update sooner! Ta ta! Ciao!