Author's Notes: I don't own FMA but I do own all Original Characters

City of Remus, the city furthest West to Amestris and on the border of Creta

The scene opens up on a dark and starry night in a rather large city. Underneath a halfway constructed building of beams and concrete a lone group of men stand. One of who was lighting a cigarette. The light illuminated his bleach white tuxedo and the beads of sweat beginning to form on his fore head.

One of the younger guys who was sitting on a cracked block of cement decided to ask his superior about the situation as he pushed his glasses to the bridge of his nose "Yo Jim, do you think they're gonna go through with it?" The man in white, now identified as Jim, simply raised the palm of his hand in response to the thug's question. "We'll wait and see…but if they don't, this blood feud will only grow more".

A few moments later, three cars pulled up at the opposite end of the construction site. Out of the first one came a man with long brown hair wearing heavy blue pants and wearing a leather jacket along with a holster for a monstrous revolver. Accompanying him was a woman who was wearing a fancy skirt and was tied up by her hands and had her mouth gagged with tape.

And in the rest of the cars were an assortment of thugs looking just as nervous as the other party right across from them. One man in particular, who was staying in the same car that the man and the woman had just left from, sported a gray beard and was smoking a cigar rather nervously.

The leather jacketed man turned around for a moment to the bearded man. "Jebediah, be sure to watch my back ok?" The bearded man simply nodded and laid his eyes on a suspicious looking box underneath the seat in front of his. Jim seemed to tense at this sight. The man in the leather jacket asked Jim and his group calmly "Did you come unarmed as asked?"

At this point Jim yelled out in response "You double crosser! Harry, how could you do this to me…your friends! Whatever happened to you, 'Hand Canon'? It's me, 'Jimmy Needles'".

Harry, unturned, asked again: "Did you come unarmed?"

Jim growled for a second but said, withholding his rage, "yes…".

"And did you bring the money?"

"Yes…" At that point Jim had one of his flunky's hand him a large leather briefcase.

"Now give me back my beloved Melissa you heartless bastard!" Jim screamed at the top of his lungs. Harry simply gave a cruel smile. Jim's sweat increased as he noticed Harry's hand was close to his "Canon". But instead he untied Melissa's hands and pulled out the gag.

"You're free to go," He whispered to her in a cold, seemingly uncaring voice. At that moment Melissa broke into tears and she ran into Jim's arms as he threw the brief case into Harry's hands.

"Melissa! I'm so glad you're ok! I missed you so much…".

"Jim! I was so scared!" Melissa stated between her tears as she lay in her husbands arms. It seemed like they were both in Heaven, to be with each other.

The cocking of a gun was heard and then a flash illuminated the building as a tremendous bang was heard. Blood seeped from Jim and Melissa's mouths as Jim looked at her chest. The bullet went through her heart and into his chest killing her instantly and causing him to bleed profusely and collapse on his wife's body. "Melissa…" was all he could whisper as he looked to his wife's beautiful face, and then at Harry, holding his smoking gun and grinning like a maniac. The rest of Jim's gang panicked. "Shit! It's a setup! Run!"

But just as the gang member yelled this, another shot rang out, the bullet going through his skull. As the other gang members ran they were either shot down by Harry or by his gang's machine gun fire until one lone member, the one with the glasses, was left, covered with the blood of his comrades and his eyes wide with fear as Harry began to walk towards him. At this point the lone gang member panicked as he pulled from his pocket a small pistol.

"Oh so you DID come armed. That wasn't very nice" Harry stated, in a twisted joking fashion. If one could hear a person's mentality snap, right now it'd be deafening.

"Shut the hell up you psycho! You're the one who blew a hole right through Jimmy and his wife you sick bastard! Now stay back I need to live! I NEED TO LIVE!" He pulled on the trigger desperately, but was too panicked and fidgety, missing every shot.

Harry was now about two feet away from him. He then grabbed him by the throat and lifted him up. "Tell me kid, what's your name?"

The "kid" struggled, but eventually said as being choked: "P-Paul."

"Well hello Paul. And by the way you DO need to live and deliver this message to Jim's superiors: They're next". At this point Harry dropped Paul as he gasped for air. "You better go now before I decide to kill you anyway and deliver the message myself" Harry stated in a 'matter of fact' tone giving even more of a psychotic grin. Paul immediately found the strength to run as far as his legs could carry him.

As Harry walked back to his car he noticed that Jim was still breathing and leaned down next to him. "Hey Jim, sorry about all that, just business". At this point, another shot rang out.

And as Harry started to walk back to his car he was met by the cold stare of Jebediah as the other cars drove off. "Harry, we need to talk. I excused the driver. It's just you and me."

Harry replied with a sly grin and leaned against the car as the old man sat inside "Sure old timer what is it you need to talk about?"

"About the Blood Feud, what you did tonight will only make things worse. And as of late you haven't seemed like yourself." Harry simply smirked. "Times change old man, for better or for worse. The old nobilities of our organizations are rotting away faster than you are…"

"That seems to be the case…" It was then that Jebediah jumped out of the car wielding what was in the box, a double barreled shotgun, and the barrel was pointed at Harry's face about an inch away from him. Harry's eyes widened a bit. "But what you did tonight was unforgivable and I cannot stand anymore". A tremendous boom was heard as Harry's head was seemingly blown clear off.

Jebediah sighed as he walked away from the body and was entering the car. Doing what he believed to be right. Until he heard behind him "Et Tu Jeb?" Jebediah, wide eyed, went straight for the ammo left in the box. For while it could have been a cop or another gang member that voice sounded like Harry's. Despite him being scared to death, he was able to successfully reload the gun.

And then he saw it: Harry was opening the car door with his head back on. "HOLY SHIT!" the old man yelled as he shot at the door. The bullets when hitting Harry though seemingly had no effect on him. He reloaded again.

"Heheheh sorry old-timer, it's gonna take a lot more than that if you want to live tonight."

Jebediah yelled "What have you done with the real Harry you monster!"

'Harry' frowned a bit, "That was a rude thing to say geezer, but I'll tell you anyway. It's just as you old mobster types say: 'He's six feet under sleeping with the fishes' or something like that. I killed him myself by the way," 'Harry' ended, grinning now.

"Who are you?" The old man cried out.

"Well since you asked nicely…" It was then that 'Harry' was seemingly consumed by light as his body shifted, seemingly cell-by-cell, and he shrank into a younger man with long green hair, spandex like clothes, a headband, and an odd snake tattoo on his thigh. "I look way better this way anyway. And by the way, the name's Envy" the green haired man replied with an over joyous smile, standing at the doorway of the car.

Another shot rang out as Envy got hit in the chest and arm. "Hey didn't I tell you it was useless!" But as he said that, Jebediah reloaded.

"You bastard! I'll make you pay if it's the last thing I do!" He yelled out angrily.

Envy now gave a psychotic grin, showing his sharp teeth "Well, while you're not going to make me pay any time soon this will be the last thing you do" ending with a slight chuckle and walking closer to Jeb. As the old-timer rang out another shot at Envy, right through his stomach, Envy replied by pistol-whipping him back with Harry's massive gun in the face. Needless to say it caused him to bleed and knock out some teeth. "Heheheh…how many times do I have to tell you old man, IT...IS…POINTLESS!" Envy said, pistol-whipping him some more in between words.

Jebediah coughed. "What…what are you planning on doing…"

Envy chuckled once more "I'm afraid I can't tell you" he then put the barrel of his gun to Jebediah's left eye, planning on killing him execution style. "But I will tell you this…streets will be running with blood like a river in this fair city". He pulled the trigger, and Jebediah fell. Envy brushed his hair back with his hands. "Whew. That was close. Ugh I hate old people like that, never willing to give up the ghost or seeing anything change. Too bad for him he'll never see what we have in store…" Envy started laughing more as he changed back into Harry's form, still laughing as he walked away. Not noticing a large man in a nearby alley pressed against the wall…

Amestris One Week Later

Roy Mustang was sitting at his desk reading the national newspaper. However, being a somewhat high-ranking officer of the military he was already filled in to a majority of it. He was enjoying peace and quiet until the phone rang. "Hello, Colonel Mustang speaking".

"Hello Mustang, it's me Colonel Derek of western H.Q." Mustang was a bit surprised.

"Oh, hello Derek, why are you calling?"

Derek replied somewhat nervously. "Well, as you know, there has been an alarming growth in crime here in the west, mostly due to the crime organizations that have been feuding for the past couple years. But now things have escalated to the point that both groups have been hiring out mercenary alchemists to do their dirty work, and we've got only a few state alchemists stationed here…so we could use some back up"

Roy then grinned, "Don't worry I know of two people who could be of service and are in that area now…."

Western Train Station

"This is where Mustang told us to get off Ed," replied a large suit of armor to the person standing next to him, his brother Edward Elric.

"Bah…it's just like him to give us such vague directions…we don't even know where Western H.Q. is! How're supposed to find our way there Al?"

The armor, Alphonse Elric replied, "Why don't we ask for directions".

Ed lifted his head "Good idea…I could go for a bite to eat too" He then eyed a nearby building, "How about that place over there…Club Scum". Edward, letting his stomach do the thinking for him, started to walk towards the Club.

"Uhm…Ed…wait!" Al cried going after his elder brother.

Author's Notes: Hey everybody, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter to my story and I hope to start on the next right away. If you're wondering, the idea of this story came to me after I imagined Alphonse Elric dressed up as the notorious gangster, Alphonse Capone. Alphonse Elric in tuxedo and carrying a Tommy gun runs by

Al: You'll never take me alive coppers!

As you can see my imagination ran away with me.

So please review, and the first ten reviewers can get their names used in the story

And a very special thanks to Samurai Sirius for helping me 