Disclamer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of their characters, ideas, blah blah. The same goes for Yu-Gi-Oh! I do own Vic, though. He's me, so I'm allowed to do that. And I guess I own any of the other characters in here that aren't part of Fullmetal Alchemist.
"Oh no, God no..." whispered the elderly man as he staggered into the elevator from the lobby. As the door closed he heard more stone splintering against the metal of the elevator doors. Finally they eased shut. The dimly lit elevator began to fall -- towards the basement. His eyes closed in both horror and sickness after stealing a glace at his bloody leg; only a twisted pulp of what it once was, pieces of stone sticking out every which way. Finally, the elevator alighted to the ground.
The elevator doors relinquished their grip on eachother and slid open, only to reveal a tall man clothed in a jet black cloak. Lifting his gaze to meet his prey's, he help up what appeared to be smashed pices of gravle.
"Welcome to hell, I hope you enjoy your stay," his cold voice resonated throughout the brick walls. And with that he tossed the pices of stone onto his target, allowing them to seep into his skin.
"Shit..." Was all Jonah Vanyes could say before drifting off into an unconsious void, never to awaken again.
Alright, a bit short, I know, but it's just the prologue. It's what kicks this whole story off.
Oh, and just to follow custom, please R&R!
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