This is my first fan fiction, so please be nice.
I know it's short, I'll try to make the other chapters longer.
I hope everyone likes this. It took me a while to come up with the idea.
Also, I'm going to warn you now that there is character death involved with this story and chapter.
I'll only be placing the disclaimer in the first chapter so I don't have to retype it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist.
Chapter 1
Like an Unborn Rose
Alphonse Elric is dead. His brother hasn't been the same since that day. Depression has consumed him, but he refuses to admit it. Ever since that moment in time, everything has been different.
I don't wish to be here…
Edward still works with the military, dragging himself in and doing little of what he can at his age. He mainly runs errands and files paperwork, just to keep his mind busy. But today was different. Today Ed had to investigate a murder, accompanied by Alex Armstrong.
"How do you feel Edward?" Armstrong received no response. Just as always: Ed stared off into space, as if nothing had been said to him. Armstrong sighed, speaking up again. "I've heard this is the first murder of its kind in Central." Ed locked eyes with Armstrong, seemingly interested. "A mutilation."
Beautiful…
The scene was more gruesome than expected. Blood was scattered upon the floor and walls. "There appears to have been a struggle." It would appear at first glance that Armstrong was correct. "No… Take a closer look at the corpse." The shocking truth - what appeared before them was once human.
Explaining the scene to Mustang would be even harder than Ed imagined. "So, how was it?" Ed sat on the couch and stared at the wall, as he always did when talking to Mustang. "Disgusting." His superior didn't seem interested. "How so?" "Blood was everywhere." Mustang leaned back into his chair. "As always. So what did they look like?" "Dunno. The face was so mutilated I couldn't tell." "Anything else we could use for identification?" Ed looked over at him. "You don't understand… There wasn't a trace of skin or hair found on the corpse."
Beautiful…
Beautiful is that word…
Mutilation…
Neither Mustang nor the Fuhrer understood. But the pictures that came from the scene convinced them immediately. There was nothing that could be done. The corpse couldn't be identified and the murder was tucked aside until the family members could speak up.
A week quickly passed by without disturbance. And then, one early morning, the military alarm rang. It startled Ed awake and sent shivers throughout his body. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stumbled to his feet. Opening the door to his small dorm room, he caught sight of a few military officers dashing down the hall. He glanced in the direction they came from and saw something unrealistic.
Death…
Death is beautiful…
There, in the shadows, was a human figure, hunched down upon its hands and feet. It seemed greatly disfigured and took off as soon as Ed caught wind of it. The figure ran awkwardly, using both its hands and feet to quickly disappear from Ed's sight.
Keeping the strange monster in mind, he followed the officers, only to find a large group gathering around and gawking at something on the floor. He pushed a few people out of his way only to stand next to Mustang, and another mutilated corpse. People around began panicking and shouting obscurities. "Holy Shit!" "What happened?" "My God…"
Beautiful like snow…
Death is snow…
Death is beautiful…
Without being told a word, Mustang began explaining the situation to Ed. "We were walking back to my office and," He paused, stepping away from a trail of blood that found its way over to him. "And this creature jumped out of the dark and… It attacked Havoc."
Roy was in a state of shock. His face glowed pale and his eyes were wide with fear and emotion upon the terror that had just struck him. He was shaking and his voice was small like a whisper. The bloody mess that lay before them had been Jean Havoc only a few minutes before. Just like the earlier corpse.
No one could sleep. The military was set in an ongoing state of fear. Yet Ed felt nothing. He had endured so much with the loss of his brother - it didn't bother him. He never brought up the monster that was hidden in the shadows. They would know sooner or later. The lockdown the Fuhrer commanded was useless. After all, the human-like creature had already vanished.
And so Ed and Mustang remained locked in an empty office, watching the hours click by and awaiting the doors to open once again.
Death is beautiful…
Beautiful…
Like an unborn rose.