Authors Note: OH MY GEORGE GUYS WHAT'S UP?! I haven't posted in months goodness imma sorry! I got no excuse, send me to the gallows. But seriously I am sorry for not posting for a while. I didn't have much inspiration cause a lot of things have come up in my life. And yes, I do have a life outside of writing XD So anyway, can I get some serious feedback on this? Like did I get the Elrics right? (That's my biggest concern, OOCishness) Did you guys like my original small plot idea? Do you guys like Bree at all? Like is she too Mary-Sue ish? Please leave a review in the magical box below, I really appreciate it! Ok I'm going to shut up, please enjoy chapter 3 and PLEASE review :)

(Bree's P.O.V)

The impact knocks the breath out of me and sends me toppling to the ground. My head bounces off the smooth rocks beneath me, making me take a dizzying moment to regain my bearings. Once I open my eyes I was assaulted with red. First, I thought it was my blood. My heart starts to race, because if that's my blood, there was a lot of it. And that was defiantly not good. But then it moved, finally figuring it was cloth.

"Are you alright?" someone asks, but it sounded wrong. Liking someone was talking into a metal bowl or something to make its voice jumpy. Lifting my head, a grey blur was moving towards me and kneels down in front of the red bundle. I blink my blurriness away till I could see clearly.

I blink again.

And again.

All I could do is really stare at him, the pieces not fitting together in my mind. Because what was the possibilities of meeting Alphonse Elric? Wait a minute. If Alphonse is here, then…

"Yeah, I'm fine," someone grumbles close to my head. I look at the red bundle again, feeling the weight of something draped over my waist. Propping myself on my good arm, thanks to that crazy guy that slashed my other only a few minutes ago, the bundle crosses his legs while rubbing his head. He looks at me with those golden orbs, giving me a once over, then locks eyes with me.

"And you?" Edward Elric asks me. But I was completely speechless, looking between both brothers like they would suddenly vanish into smoke. Can this really be happening? The skeptic part of my brain was screaming yes, that they were just cosplayers or I was dreaming. But oh, I want to believe this is real.

(Alphonses P.O.V)

I stop for a moment to take her in. She was tall, taller than Ed with pretty hair in a ponytail. Although I can't tell if it was blond or brown. But she was wearing weird clothes that I've never seen before. A weird type of blue/white/grey shoes, a long sleeve black top with a racket design on the back, and the shortest black and orange shorts I have ever seen. Then, I notice one of her sleeves slightly sodden from something and how hard she was breathing.

Who is this girl? What is she doing up on the mountain? What happened to her to be breathing so hard? Was that a cut on her arm? And is she, not to be rude but, mentally ok? She hasn't said a word after Ed or I have asked her if she was alright. All she was doing was looking between us, green eyes wide and mouth partially opened in an O. Ed looks back at me with a questioning look, me replying with a shrug.

Maybe she's recognizes Ed, being a famous state alchemist and all. Or maybe she's confused about me being in armor. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence, but it was still just a tad bit strange. The clatter of rocks and loud breathing grabs my attention. And I barely had time to react as knifes rush towards the girl and Edward.

"Brother!" I exclaim, hurling myself in front of the two. The girl yelps in surprise, seeing Ed throwing himself over her. Knifes bounce off my body harmlessly, looking up for the next attack. A man flings himself pass the boulders. Noting his clothing and his stance, I knew he was a soldier. But the look in his eyes sent an uneasy feeling through me.

The man stops to look at us, then tosses his head back in laughter, clutching his stomach. Brother gets up to stand by me, sending me a look. Be ready. I slightly nod my head in return, glancing behind me. Edward had offer his coat the girl, who was staring at the man and shivering. Did he attack her? It would explain her soaked sleeve, must've taken a swipe at her with one of his knifes.

"Three against one?!" He screeches, whipping his head around as if he was trying to look at them all at once. His arms were up, ha

ving a knife in each hand. Brother and I slip into our stances, ready for his attack. He lunges.

(Bree's P.O.V) It was hard for my mind to keep up with what was happening. All I could do was sit there and watch the Elric brothers fight psychopathic Ben. I haven't had someone scare me so bad before, heck nobody has ever assaulted me before! All I could do was shiver at the lingering feeling of his knife slicing my arm practically open.

What brought me out of my thoughts was Edward, gosh it was so weird to call him that, clapping his hands together. Blue sparks fly around his automail arm as it transforms into a blade. Sure, I've seen him do that a thousand times on TV, but it's very different in real life.

Like the fact that there was heat radiating off of the electrical sparks, a warm gentle pulse as if the sparks were Edwards heartbeat. And that buzz kind of sound they made? IT WAS LOUD! If I was in a rock concert right now, I probably wouldn't be able to hear the music. And the light was so bright, like I was trying to stare at the sun deciding if it was white or yellow.

It's a lot to take in, so let me see if I got this right. I went through the gate and met Truth. I've been thrown into Amestris to be greeted by some crazy ex-military psycho murderer. In the process of running away, somehow the Elric brothers magically appeared just when I needed them. And how long has it been, not even a day and all of this happens to me?

You know what, it's all good. I'm probably dreaming and soon I'm going to wake up. I'll go to school tomorrow and tell my best friends of this crazy dream. Then we'll laugh and talk nonsense about it and go get ice cream at lunch and it's all going to be good. I'm defiantly not freaking out or anything…

Oh who am I kidding, I'M FREAKING OUT!

Like c'mon! This can't be a dream, I'm flipping bleeding and it hurts. How the heck does this happen?! I'm one out of a million girls that this could've happened to, so why me? Why do I have to be sent here? Ask me if I wanted to go to Amestris yesterday, I would be on the bandwagon in a heartbeat. But now, after getting chased by this psycho and sustaining injury, I take it back. I take it ALL back.

Speaking of said injury, I look down at my arm and see the ripped sleeve. Teasing the rip apart and feeling the breeze licking the wound, I see a long gash across my bicep. A small amount of black liquid was oozing from several places but nothing that looks too serious, thank goodness. I feather my fingers over the gash, feeling a small sting but nothing more. I rub my fingers together, testing whatever came out of my body. What is this stuff? It couldn't be blood, could it?

Focusing back on the fight, Ed ducks from one of Ben's knifes only for Ben to whip around to kick him straight in the gut. Ed rolls a few times before coming to a stop, taking a moment for himself. Al replaces Ed, parrying Bens swipes and jabs. Lucky for him that he has a suit of armor on… but unlucky that he was big and slower. Ben's CRAZY fast with his moves, making it hard for Al to land a hit. Edward could match his speed, barley. Ben also has the advantage of years of military experience, seeing the way he's wielding those knives. The only reason I could pull that info out from a fight was way too many movies.

Finally, Ben ducks, grabs Al's leg and brings him down with a thunderous crash while Al gives a yelp in surprise.

Ben stands for a moment, catching his breath before turning his gaze to me. Fever crazy blue eyes lock onto mine, rooting me to the spot. My vision tunnels to his gaze, not having enough willpower to look away, to run, to do anything. All I could do was watch as those eyes got closer, their clarity becoming sharper to see those red veins in his whites. The realization that this guy was going to kill me crashes over my body like a riptide. I'm going to die. I'm going to die.

I'm going to die.

"Hey!" Edwards yell makes me focus back in, grounding me to reality. I rip my eyes away from those blue irises to golden ones. He was running towards me, his automail cocked back to strike. Ben looks behind him in time to receive a solid punch to the jaw, falling in my direction. Yelping, I scramble sideways and onto my feet, stumbling behind Ed who was eyeing Ben on the ground.

He was still breathing, but not the hypnotic rises and falls of breath but of erratic gasps. My legs were shaking so bad I thought I was going to fall, involuntarily wrapping Edwards jacket firmly around me for support. This is crazy, here I am hiding behind Edward Elric. I glance over to him, seeing his eyes narrow and his body stiff. He was ready to fight, poised and focus. It was still weird to think that he's the REAL Edward Elric. At any point I'm still expecting for his wig to fly off and his homemade automail to rip like cardboard. But it hasn't, or not yet anyway.

I realized that he was looking at me a moment too late, tearing my eyes away in embarrassment. It's always awkward to be caught staring, especially from a girl to guy situation. But I couldn't resist looking back up to him to see his gaze still on me.

"What?" he asks, eyebrow raised and a small smirk on his face.

"I-uh… that is… um," I stutter, turning my gaze to the ground. Bens hand suddenly lashes out, something glinting towards me. There was no way for me to react, only to stand there with my thought being what the-

Then I was swept off my feet, cold metal encircling my torso and something crashes loudly near my head. I screech in panic, squeezing my eyes for a moment before opening them. Looking down at what grabbed me, everything clicked together as I realize it was Alphonse who grabbed me and that glint I saw earlier was a knife. Alphonse just saved me from being skewered.

"Are you alright?" he asks, his voice still throwing me off guard as he loosens his arms to let me slip to the ground. I look up to his…Should I call them eyes? I've heard people call them soul eyes but that's kinda creepy…Ugh, I'll just call them eyes.

"Y-Yeah, thank you," I say softly, noticing a slight scratch in his left arm. Probably from where the knife got him, which was probably that loud bang I heard after he grabbed me…

"Al!" Ed calls out, making us both whip around to his voice and seeing him engaged with Ben. And from the looks of it, he was having a hard time dodging him. "Take her somewhere safe!" Huh? Shouldn't Al be here to help him if he gets into trouble like a few minutes ago?

"Right," Al nods, scooping me up again with me squeaking. He starts jogging down the path with me in his arms, which I did NOT agree to.

"Wa-Wait!" I yell, trying not to bang my head against Al's weirdly shaped chest plate. I try grabbing onto something to ground myself, but his spikes on his shoulders were too far away and there's nothing to grab onto around his chest. So, I grip his gauntlet hands and prayed that I wouldn't get a concussion. I try to look back at Ed, but Al was so big I couldn't crane my head far enough back for a decent view. Finally, after a minutes jog Al sets me down gingerly.

"You sure you're ok?" he asks again, hearing a slight tone in his voice. Like a kid ready to leave to go home, anxious. Probably ready to go back to help Ed.

"Y-Yeah I'm fine," I nod in assurance. "B-But you need to go back, for Ed's sake." Al stares at me for an odd moment, for reasons I cannot fathom.

"Right, ok. But stay here until I came back," He nods his head and runs back from whence he came, leaving me in a pile of boulders in the setting sun.

(3rd P.O.V)

This guy's crazy, Ed thinks as he struggles to block his knifes. He was a good fighter, but it brings up the subject of how he got this way. What happened to him to spiral down to this state? There was a glint to his eyes that Edward has never really seen before, sending shivers up his spine. Edward knew the only way to find out was to get out of this encounter alive.

The man finally shoves Ed away from him, Edward smacking into a boulder so hard it made his teeth rattle and knocking the breath out of him. Looking up, Edward realizes his mistake as the man charges him with his knifes at the ready. Panic grips his heart as he puts up his right arm to block, only to see a suit of armor swooping in to kick the guy away.

"Brother! Are you alright?" Al asks, swiveling his helmet over to examine his brother.

"Yeah, I'm alright," His brother replies, lifting himself off the ground. "What about her?"

"She says she's fine…" Al replies, the brothers watching the ex-military man get up slowly from the ground. At least she's ok, Edward thinks, having a few suspicions about her. He can question her after he deals with this guy.

"Who are you?" Edward demands, the man finally on his feet. "What did that girl do to you to injure her?" The man's shoulders start to shake, then he's chuckling. The brothers give each other an uneasy look, their postures stiff like a spring about to break.

"What did she do…?" He chuckles, putting a hand up to his face."You would know, since you were the ones that sent her."

"What are you talking about? We don't-"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" Ben cuts Ed off angrily, raising his voice. The brothers flinch at the sudden outburst, taking a step back to widen their stances.

"You were sent by themilitary! I can see your pocket watch easily State Alchemist!" he points at them accusingly, "I know all of your tricks, like sending a helpless little girl after me. Ha!" he chuckles, suddenly sprinting to the right. "We'll see how helpless that girl is!"

"Hey!" Ed yells, taking off after him. "Let's go Al!" Edward calls for his brother, hearing heavy footfalls behind him. This guy was hard to follow, Edward soon found out, seeing that he could only catch glimpses of him as they ran. He was fast, and was getting closer to where Bree was located.

But Edward didn't know what to think about this girl. Her strange clothes, the weird look she gave them, even her demeanor was off. Something about her wasn't right. Edward wanted to find out more, but he couldn't really do that if she's dead.

Alphonse was thinking about how she looked at them. It's almost like…she knows them somehow. Of course, everyone at knew of the Fullmetal Alchemist and his kid brother. But people didn't look them like that when they see them. It was more like the eyes of a person who sees a childhood friend for the first time in years. Ed and Al didn't have that many friends while growing up and Al didn't recognize her in anyway. So what was with that look she gave them?

Meanwhile Bree was pacing about in her little territory, anxiety making her twitch about and worry her bottom lip. Should she just stay there like she was told? She did kind of wanted to sneak back and watch the Elrics fight up close and personal. But then again, this wasn't child's play or a TV show anymore. This was reality, not a dream. Her cut on her arm proves that, still feeling the wound throb with every heartbeat. But then again, if this was real, it's too coincidental for the brothers to show up right when she needs them.

It was still hard for her to comprehend that she was actually here in Amestris. She could wake up any moment and it will all be just a bad dream. Maybe I can't accept is because it's illogical to the human mind. She thinks, coming to a stop. Well, maybe not to my mind since we don't have any alchemy or believe in a being called Truth… But it's not like every day the people here get sent to another world. Or was it dimension? Bree didn't care, all she knew was that she was in a place that she didn't belong in. Which again brings up the topic of why Truth brought her here.

The scuffling of shoes running on rocks reaches her ears, making her look down the way Al went. Was that Ed? Should she run? Or should she stay? Peering around the edge down the path Al came, she saw no one. Concluding that she was just being paranoid with the situation she was dealing with, she dismisses the sound. Turning back to her inlet of rock, a shadow fell over her. She only had time to look up, and that was it.

She didn't have time to make a choice, because the choice was flying at her in the shape of a knife.