Walking in Shadows, Seeing the Light

Author's Note: WOOT! Two chapters in one hour I'm on a roll! And it's all thanks to pancake batter…

Disclaimer: I don't friggen own it.

Summary: Past meets present the clash of a haunting past lingers overhead as the Elric brothers attempt to find peace. Can an angel who guards the gate help them discover the secrets of her past as well as theirs? EdxOC and AlxOC

…remove my thorns' and as she spoke the little prince did as she asked and trimmed her thorns from her stem.'

The Little Prince

Chapter: Forgiven

Tears streamed down her face as she ran, the heavy rain beating down on her back, soaking her thoroughly. Her feet pounded against the cold hard cement dodging through the ground of dark figures on the city streets. Her fear thudded in her throat as she fell to her knees in an alley way, she screamed out, crying to the sky, she wasn't going to hold it back any more. Cuts scattered across her face and arms, a bloody gash in her side and pieces of capris hanging onto her legs. She pounded her fist against the ground and looked up as he appeared from the shadows again.

"Hello deary, you didn't think you could escape me did you?" His eyes opened wide and she scampered off, running towards the cemetery. She hid behind the huge marble monument and looked at the plaque she was next to. Her breath shuddered in her shoulders and rocked her body, ragged puffs of air panted from parched lips, her heart aching from running so hard. Bullets rained down upon her from above and she dove to the side, her back hitting the slick mud hard.

"STAY AWAY FROM ME!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. From her elbows and wrists emerged long flat slick grey thorns. She took an attack stance and lifted her arms, her eyes hidden behind wet bangs.

"Defiant are we?" He lunged forward and made to slam his heel into the back of her head but she caught his leg and swung him around, sending him flying. From the dust he came flying at her his blade appearing to pierce her chest. As he looked back to check he saw her swing around and her elbow hook swung up and through his sternum to the cavity of his chest. He fell limp on her blade and she swung him off, his limp, lifeless body thudded to the ground. The blades on her arms slid back into the flesh and disappeared. She felt the hot rain rush the blood clean from her body. She arced her back and heard her bones crack then turned to the body.

"Lucifer. I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME!" She swung around in the graveyard. Her breath rose in ice crystals in front of her face and she sniffed the air. "Burning… I smell you devil… I don't know who you think you are but I will defeat you! AND YOUR DEMONS!"

"But perhaps… they are your demons that you must first defeat." A dark figure crouched on the top of the monument muttered to itself. "Farewell to you… Rose Alchemist." And with that last uttered word he was gone.

She ripped the remnants of her clothes from her body as she stormed into her dormitory in the Central Headquarters Main Building. She ripped her hair down furiously and walked towards her bathroom. She tore open her shower curtain and turned on the hot water, her anger getting to her. Her arm muscles rippled with malice and she glared at herself in the mirror. Standing at an average 5'5" (with high heels, she was 5'7"), her long waist length brownish red hair hung straight with three inch coils at the bottom. Her bangs feathered across her forehead and from time to time fell across her right eye. Her motherly hourglass figure was accented with lean flat muscles coating her entire body.

Under her left eye was a small brown beauty mark close to the outer corner of her eye. She smiled at herself and laughed. 'What am I doing? Getting so upset about all this?' She chuckled. Her eyes were two different colors her left eye was a brilliant piercing ruby while her right one was sparkling cerulean azure but either way she loved her eyes. She put her hands on her breasts and pushed them up a little and sighed. To her they were huge, somewhere close to a D to most men they were her most, cough, admirable feature. She personally thought that they hindered her a little in her movements.

She stepped into the showers and pushed her own body to the back of her mind. It was crazy to think about such a thing. A rush of crusted muddy scabs flowed to the drain of her shower as she lost her train of thought to the hot fall of water.

'Lucifer… really.' She thought and sunk into the water.

SO! How's that for a first kicking two chapters people?