Playing With Matches Can Get You Burned...
Disclaimer: I do not own FullMetal Alchemist
Chapter 2: Don't remind me.
The same girl from before sat on the first step of an rustic automail shop, located deep in the heart of downtown Central. Her long blonde hair blew gently in the light warm breeze, her crimson eyes set on the horizon line. The sun was beginning to set and the red sky made her smile.
"So beautiful..." she muttered, as she looked back down to her fingers. They were clean now, the black from the matches had quickly worn off. The rage black fingernail polish though she loved to have... The girl may have looked some blonde drama queen priss from a distance, but in reality, she was dark. She loved the shade of black, and the deep color of blood red. She was demonic and bloody and twisted. People told her she was blessed with good looks, but she thought of them more as a curse. Always with the men. It was like they knew where she was, like she was a lit candle to nats. Eariler though, that man. She saw a different aura, an aura of fire and a killed heart. He wasn't desperate.. But she could tell from the deep depressed look in his eyes that the man must have suffered in the past. Something the girl found attractive.
Why can't I get him out of my mind. He is nothing special, I don't even know his name...
But I wish I did...
The girl shook her head. Why was she even thinking of someone that she would most likely never see again? But, it would have been nice to know his name. Just for the fact of knowing it.
Suddenly, the dark girl heard a loud clap. She quickly spun her head to where the noise came from, causing her neck to crack. "Ow!.." she flinched as she grabbed her neck and bit her lip. "Dammit..." she muttered, looking back toward to where the noise came from. She saw a bright blue light etrupt from an alley way, only a few shops away. The young womans mouth dropped in suprise, her face showed suprise. "What..the..." she mouthed, managing to push herself up with a grunt. "What was that?..." she asked herself, her curiosity was once again getting the better of her.
Is someone dead?... Of course her thought was always the worst possible consequence of someones actions. She couldn't help it. It was automatic. Just another flaw im her already fucked up personality.
That was how she got her nickname, the "Living Dead Girl." No one knew her real name... It was something she never bothered to let anyone know. It was something that wasn't important. If anyone did know her real name though. She would have to burn them...
The girl stood there still, her mind racing with bloody thoughts of death and gore. She wanted to see what had happened, but what if she ran into the same man from before again? Isn't that what she wanted though? No... She was once again thinking of that man. But why? She had never liked anyone before, ever since her sister was brutally murdered, she had no friends. Her sister was the only one in her family left, but after the military came, she was taken..
Then that is when the flashback came.
"Molly!" echoed a young girl, around the age of twelve or thirteen, as she tore through a dark hallway. The girl stopped at the second door to her left, and stared at the dripping red liquid leaking out of the bottom crack. It was everywhere... It stained the carpets and left a horrible smell that quickly reached the girls nose. She clamped her nose, and stepped back, her eyes wide with fear. "M...Molly?.." she stuttered, her high pitched voice was silenced, as the handle of the door began to turn slowly. The girl stepped back again, large tears once again formed in her bloodshot eyes. She had been crying before. The door swung open quickly, as a large man stepped out. He was tall, the girls head only reached to about his mid-thigh. His dark blue outfit was stained with large spots of blood, his arouma was nothing but pleasent. The girl stared up in horror, as she saw his shadowed face. The man stared back down, his dark eyes looked her fully up and down. The man grinned, his creamy white teeth were illuminated in the shadow. "Well well, we've got another..." the man said coldy, as he reached deep into his large pocket.
There was nothing she could do, except cower in fear of the man that was about to take her life. Then, that was when...
"Excuse me...Excuse me..." chanted a young boy, as he stood behind her, tugging on the sleve of her black shirt. The young woman snapped back into realilty, and spun around quickly, not to see a young boy, but a large suit of armour. For some reason, she wasn't suprised...
"He..Hello?.." she asked timidly, as she smoothly brushed her hair out of her face with her fingers.
The boy stood there for a second, wondering why she had not given the tiniest bit of interest to why a suit of armour was asking for her attention. He shook the thought, and stared down at her. "Have you seen a guy, about ye' high?.." asked the armour, as he held his long metal arm out to about the girls height. She blushed for a second, not really knowing why.
"Um..I saw something over there..." said the girl, as she pointed toward the alley. It was kind of hard to lie to a suit of armour.
"Thank you!" said the young boys voice quickly, as he bowed, and sprinted toward where she had pointed. Awfully fast for armour... She thought, quickly shaking it from her mind, and once again concentrating on the alley.
"I'm bored anyways..." she muttered, as she stepped away from the shop, and slowly headed towards the alley.
"La la la..." the girl absentmindedly sang, as she made her way toward the now abandoned area.
"Bother what are you doing!" she heard the voice from before erupt from the alley as she approached. Careful not to be seen, she leaned against the outside edge of the brick alley, and poked her head in to listen, and maybe catch a glance at something interesting.
"Well it's hit fault!" shouted another voice, this one more irate and aggravated. The girl couldn't help but grin slightly. He sounded more like a brat than anything else.
"What do you mean it's his fault!" said the other boy again. The girl poked her head in and saw three "people." A short boy with long blonde hair, wearing a long red jacket and black outfit. This boys face was red with anger, as he pointed in the direction of...
It was the man from before!
The girl kept in a delightful gasp, as she continued to watch.
"Well I wouldn't have to call you a shrimp if you would grow some!" yelled the other onyx haired man from before, as he stood at an angle, his arms crossed. "And you shoudln't attack a higher ranked officer!" said the man agian, grinning slightly at the now emarrassed short boy.
"I wouldn't attack you if you weren't so annoying Colonel!" said the boy again, as he stomped his foot on the ground.
The girl sweatdropped. Was coming here to see this really worth it?
But then again, she got to see the man from before...
Okay, for now I'm going to stop the story, my head is fresh with ideas for new chapters, so woooo!
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