Sr: Hey all! This is a story based on an FMA character but which one? Review and tell me if you liked it, what I could do to improve, and guess who's the alchemist. Its AU so who knows.
A dim lit bar, the smell of menthol cigarettes filling the air, the Smokey atmosphere is all around me, making it harder and harder to breath, I don't know why or even how I got here, but with every story there is a beginning, but unlike those stories I can't remember the beginning, its like this bar, hazy, and sickening, or at least I think it is.
Standing up, his black trench coat slaps against his ankles, leather boots extend past his calves. The black wooden floor passes under his feet, the jingle of change and chains follow every hollow step.
The large door opens as he push's against it, the cold winter wind pushing hair away from his face, the present trench coat following the pattern. He places his hands into there assigned pockets of his leather trench coat.
What I remember, what I remember is shallow, wrong and always sick. Distorted nightmares of a hollow mind, the first thing I remembered after I awoke was one thing… the smell of blood on human flesh. The irony, sweetly sick warm feel of it on my face, and then I screamed nightmares pored into my head, this is only one of my nightmares that are every present in my mind.
It started like any other day in the army; I was a major at that time, using my unique skills against my enemies. I walked to a lonely town; one which names hasn't entered my mind. The atmosphere was happy; I had at least twenty men with me, all of which had uncannily strange abilities. You see we were part of a select team put into the war, 'State Alchemists' that's what they called us, dogs of the military any way you look at it. The town was oddly silent. I slammed my hands against the dirt road, a bright light and a large wall shot up like a tsunami, gun's went off all around us, I could hear them slamming against my newly created wall. My head turned to my left, an oddly muscular man nodded in my direction in thankfulness of the saving of his life.
The General gave us a nod and a fellow alchemist dissolved my wall, the close rangers charged into the battle, I stood back. Fear in my dark eyes,
"Hell is real…" Were the only words I said that day… the day that changed my life. I heard a shot go off, ringing threw my ears, sharp pain, I see the sky moving fast, a thud.
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