I don't own FMA Brotherhood… only the OC. SPOILER WARNING (you have been warned) this is based on Brotherhood and has events from the end. If you don't like spoilers and haven't watched the whole anime or read the whole manga this may not be right for you. It's very brief but still there are spoilers!

Since I was born, I knew I was different. And that wasn't just because half my life was spent in a white room with other boys my age. We all had realized that we were different and that was ok with us. It wasn't as if we knew differently.

When I was five years old, the head of our 'school' started us in self-defense classes along with tactic classes. We learned every skill from swordplay to war tactics, everything any high-ranking military official would need to know. This may seem strange to some, but to us, it was normal. We would awake early in the morning, attend our classes, have a break for lunch, continue with classes, eat once more, and then sleep. The next day would commence the same, just like being in a rut.

We didn't have names, we were referred to by numbers assigned to us at birth. No one knew who their parents were, we were told that we were given up at an early age or that our parents were killed. We were nobodies. If you tried to look up who we were, you would find nothing. We were just faces in a never-ending crowd. But we knew no better.

When I was a teenager, I stumbled upon the truth in the form of a young woman. I was walking to my room on 'school' grounds when I ran into a woman with her head down. She looked up at my face in shock and terror, as if she thought I was going to slap her. Until then, I had never seen a girl on campus; we were told that we were an all boy school.

"Uh, hello," I said, helping her steady herself. Her eyes scanned me quickly, taking in my school clothes and my trim figure that every student had at our 'school'.

"You're a student!" she said suddenly. I nodded in response, a little nervous. She grabbed my arm in a vice-like grip and whispered urgently, "Help me, you have to help me, you're the only one who can."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, startled. With all the training I went through, nothing prepared me for this woman's distress.

She looked around and pulled me to a corner. I went willingly, not wanting to upset this already distressed woman. "This school is evil," she declared quietly.

"What are you talking about? I've been here all my life," I said.

"Exactly, do you know what happened to your parents?" she asked.

"Of course not, I was given up," I said for this is what I had always been told.

"No you weren't, you were stolen," she said, "This school tricks young women into bearing children. When they are born, if they are male, they are trained as you have been. If they are female, they are used in horrible experiments, along with their mother."

I was shocked, "Wait, how do you know about this? How do I know you aren't lying?"

"Because I am one of those women," she said, "My name is Edith, I was tricked by a man I met a month ago. He was so sweet and wonderful and he said he loved me. He brought me here and I found out after I snuck out and investigated this place. You have to help me get out of here and you have to get out to. I fear that they are going to use you for their experiments. Please help."

"Fine, I'll help," I said, "But if I think that this is a trick or we are going to get caught, then I won't help."

"Fine," she agreed, "I have a plan."

She explained her plan and we set to work. I won't bore you with the plan and the process we took to complete it, I shall skip to the next part.

The light was blinding as it shone on us close to the western wall. "Stand still, don't move, or we will shoot," a loud voice ordered.

We held our hands up as a man approached us. I recognized him as the head of the 'school'. "You have been very bad," he scolded me, "But I don't hold it against you. This is precisely why we do not let our boys spend time with these women." He grabbed Edith's hand and yanked her away. "Get back to your room. Expect a hard workout tomorrow."

I walked away to my room, cringing each time I heard her scream in pain and terror. It wasn't as if I hadn't warned her that I wouldn't stick up for her. It's her own fault not mine. Later I found out that she was used for horrible experiments only to kill herself out of fright and misery. Farewell strange girl. I forgot about her a week after she was taken away.

When I was nineteen, I killed my first victim. We were sword fighting and I lunged, seeing my partners blind spot. My blade found its mark and he fell to the ground in pain, bleeding to death. I gasped but then my instructor grabbed my arm, telling me, "He was just there to push you to the top." I began to not feel any normal human emotions. I felt as though they were just distractions.

Then, my painful rebirth began. I was brought into a room that contained a table draped in a white sheet with many strangers in lab coats and medical equipment. I was strapped onto the table with no explanation besides, "It will be the highlight of your life. You will be all powerful." Who could argue with these promises.

Then, I saw the room. The door was open and upon further examination, bodies of the boys I grew up with were stacked, bloody, on one another like piles of garbage. Stunned, I began to struggle against my binds. A man I had never seen before with a gold tooth told me to calm down and then stabbed a sharp needle into my forearm.

The pain was excruciating. The only thing I remember is a man telling me that my new name would be King Bradley and I would be his 'Wrath'.

When I awoke, I was in a strange room, with an eye patch over one eye. The man who called me Wrath, introduced himself as 'Father' and introduced me to other things known as homunculous which he called his children. I was told that I would become Fuehrer of Amestris and we would rule this tiny world. I, of course, could not say no.

Years passed, I became a dog of the military, working my way up the ranks. I married a beautiful woman whom I fell madly in love with. Father provided me with a homunculi son, Selim, also known as Pride. I became Fuehrer, and life was great. Then, that Elric and Mustang came along.

I could deal with Mustang. Arrogant as he was, he was an alchemist and easy to deal with. He was also a candidate for Father's sacrifice as his plan to rule the world. Elric was another story. He too was a sacrifice but with him came complication after complication. It was more than I could take. I killed many and injured many more as I tried to subdue the little twerp.

In the end, I was in a duel with that Ishvallan they referred to as Scar. I was already weak from battling the chimeras that my own men had created for my own use, and in the end, I received a blow that even my own healing powers could not overcome. I died. After what I did, I probably deserved it. In those last minutes, I wished I could have gone back to when I first met Edith. I wished I would have fought for her and escaped with her. Then, I could have at least gone to heaven with her.

Farewell strange girl. Forever.

AN

AWWW how sad. I like Wrath. I think that he was a nice boy but Father turned him evil. I hate Father… he needs to go die in a hole… well I guess he does but whatever. I know that the writers already had a back-story for Wrath so I used that and added to it. Hope you enjoyed. If you did, you should review. If not, review and tell me how horrible I am. I can take it… maybe.

Note to my friends: I was going to have Edith be Riley because I could picture her being tricked into doing this. Then, when I killed of the character, I got sad so I made it Edith. I justify this by saying that Riley doesn't seem like a name that they would use back then.