A/N: To the dear person who said if I kept the chappies comming they'd keep reviewing... is that a promise? grin

"Kimmie?" Marta blinked when the thin teen started to cry. It had been a long day, boot camp was something most alchemists were exempt from, but for some reason, he was still there, and the barracks were unisex, so she had a bunk across from his. He had been mostly quiet the entire time he was there, but suddenly he had broken down and was sobbing. She slipped off her bunk, and smiling went over to touch his shoulder. He turned to her and she gasped, there was blood dripping from a cut on one palm, and his left seal, which she had never seen up close, was distorted by the cut. She touched it gingerly, and he screamed.

"Oh come on, that couldn't have hurt that bad…" She blinked, then looked down, and realized the black marks were made over deep scars, in the same shape. "Your seals…. Are scars?" She asked. He shook his head.

"Birthmarks."

Kimblee shook his head and looked around the hall, Martel's blood was coming too fast, and his shirt wouldn't soak it up for much longer, and a trail would be disastrous. He knocked on the first door, and Alex Louis Armstrong came to the door, then frowned and started to shut it, he was tired and Kimblee with a dead body was not what he wanted to dream about. Kimblee moved his foot into the doorway.

"Please, let me in, she'll die soon if I can't get a place to…" he stopped, and in his usual emotionless voice continued. "Let me in." Armstrong made a face.

"No. These are my rooms, and I don't have to let you…" But Kimblee had already ducked under his arm and entered, carrying the body over to his couch, which he looked at, then sighed.

"I need to use your room… the blood can be cleaned easier there." he said, and Armstrong made a face.

"Can't you do whatever it is you do, in your own rooms?" He asked, and Kimblee sighed,

"No time… I have to stop the hemeraging before she dies." He was back in the soft voice he had used before, and Armstrong wondered what the hell it was that got into him, back in Ishbal. He had been crazy all the time, of course, but Kimblee had once been almost friendly. Armstrong walked and opened the door to his room, and was remined of another time like this one, when Kimblee had come running with young woman, with long blonde hair…

"Please, move!" Kimblee yelled, he was covered in blood, his eyes wild and scared. The woman inhis arms was drenched in blood from a head wound, and seemd unconscious. Armstrong moved and Kimblee ran in, laying the woman on the first bunk he came to, Alex's.

"Please, Diane, wait!" he whispered to her, and he flickered her yes, then shut them again, he was shaking, and clapped his hands, then laid them in her head, and the wound shut. Alex's eye went wide, this alchemy was not Kimblee's… was it? Kimblee's eye went dull suddenly and he stood.

"She's dead… along with my humanity he said in a new voice… one devoid of emotion.