Disclaimer: I don't own FMA.. If you truly believe Trisha and Sloth are different people, then it would be safe to say I own the featuring Homunculus.

Pogi:These are seven one-shot stories of seven completely different homuncuili. Unless anythingh happens, these seven are not going to have any names. The chapter's names are used mainly for clues. The Author states that these are based on 7 dead people from the series, but chooses not to disclose their identities for purposes of having the readers guess. They should get easier as the other chapters go on. As for now, please enjoy the new chapter.

"Any sign of recovery?" asked the doctor, walking through the halls.

"Not at all." replied the nurse, trailing behind while reading the papers on the clipboard she's holding, "Even after checking him, he still can't even remember his own name. It's definately a case of amnesia."

Footsteps were trailing down the busy white halls, occupied with sounds of constant beepings and the hard breathings of the life support systems of one room nearby. Looking up, the image of a door reflected off the glasses of the doctor.

"Room 314." said the doctor, looking into the door of the three patients inside.

In this white tiled room, two of them were sleeping soundly in their clean white-sheeted beds, located in the farthest end of the rooms. In front of them was a man sitting straight up in his bed, looking down. This man was pale and skinny with black short hair in his blue hospital gown; just long enough to have a messed up look. His green eyes started blankly at his white bedsheets, unusually clean and unwrinkled from his still form. His still form kept him from noticing that he was being watched by teh doctor and the nurse.

"He's been this way for days." exclaimed the nurse, "He spent most of his days just sitting there in that position."

"What how did this happen?"

"According to reports, he was found in near a classified military field. He was found without any clothes and was near various unknown animals."

"Any wounds?"

"Not at all.. the only thing he seems to have is a tatoo of a dragon on his lower back."

"This is just... questioning"

"I just think it's sad that he's been in that position for days."

"He has no memory at all; he's an amnesiac" responded the doctor, looking away from the unsightly image "I'm sure you'd be the same way if you lost your memory as well."

With that said, the two continued their walk into the halls. Inside room 314, the amnesiac continued to stare down into the white bedsheets, failing to notice the rising morning sun, which brought the sky a water reflected blue. Hours have passed since the sun rose as the sun shined into the window of room 314. The bright shining light crept into the empty room, drowning out the darkness of the night. The light eventually was bright enough to wake up the patient nearest to it.

"Well.." the patient said with unenthusiastic acceptance, "todays the day.."

"What is it?" mumbled the second patient in the middle of the room, hiding himself, but his casted left leg under the bedsheets.

"It's the day I go in for surgury." He said in such fear. "I'm not sure what's going to happen, but I hope I just get out soon. This bed's been itching me for some time."

The amnesiac, sitting there, rose his head to such a comment. This head didn't turn to the patient's directions afterwards, but his green eyes shifted towards their direction. Looking at them, echos of the phrase 'I hope I just get out soon' ran through his head, slithering into heas hear and bouncing through his skull.

"I wish I could get out too.." said the amnesiac quietly, but loud enough to get the attentions of the two.

"Well it's about time this guy said something" exclaimed the first patient. "For a second there, I thought you've been dead before you were brought in here, I was gonna notify the nurse about you."

"Don't say that" said the second patient, "Didn't you know that he lost his memory? I'd probably be like that too if I lost mine."

"He doesn't have to be so dramatic about it though. It's not like its the end of the world."

"I can't get out until I know who I am.." quietly said the amnesiac.

"From the looks of things, it doesn't looke like you'll be out unless you go and kill yourself." humorously said the first patient, following his sentence up with laughter.

As the first patient laughed from his joke, suddenly jerked his head over at the patient's direction. The sudden insult felt like as if something ran out of his body, causing his green eyes to focus soley on the image of the laughing patient. The second patient finally got up from the laughing in frustration and looked straight at him as well.

"Jackass!" yelled the second patient "You never give me a morning to sleep in! If my leg wasn't in this cast, I'd come over there and kick your ass!"

"Don't worry about it!" the first patient responded "After this surgery, you're never gonna see my face again!"

The patient in the middle said nothing and turned away from him, ignoring the words coming from the window. His attention was soon turned to the amnesia suffering patient, focusing his look onto the patient near the window.

"Don't let him get to you." the second said in support. "Being here too long's probably got something shoved up his ass."

"If we all stay here too long, we might end up like him?" said the amnesiac, still staring.

"Probably." he replied "And as far as memory's concerned, you'll get it soon enough. That's all you need to know."

The moon shined up above in the black cloudy sky, with the hospital standing tall. As the large thick clouds rolled by, sounds of thunder gallopped over the hospital below. Inside, the clock in the hallway showed its hands pointing out that it's 8pm. At the end of the 3rd floor, a group of surgeons were surrounding a table, lit intensly by the lamps above them. The doctor was one of the closest to the table, digging a scaple he's holding in his hand into a body. Nearby the operation room was room 314, where the two remaining patients were sitting. Inside, the amnesiac continued sitting in his position, looking downwards at his bedsheets. Next to him was the sleeping patient, slumbering away as the lights shined above them.

Out of nowhere, sounds of thunder pounded on onto the building, sounding of a thousand lions roaring. The sudden shock caused the traumatic patient's head toward the window with a sudden jerk. Looking out, he noticed that lightning rained down onto the city, just a few miles from his position. As the amnesiac's eyes widened, his green eyes reflected off the image of an explosion as the shining light above him blinked out of existance. Looking outside, the only thing that was visable from the window was nothing but darkness and the heavy pouring of rain. Inside was nothing but darkness as well. The lights were dead, as well everything supported by being plugged. The amnesiac looked around the room, shifting his head aound the black room.

"A blackout huh?" said the roommate next to him, lifting his head off of his pillow. "This isn't good.."

"What do you mean?" curiously asked the man next to him.

The injured patient got up with his face growing even mor concerned and evermore nervous. The amnesiac stared at his roommate with deep confusion while vise-verca with fear of what's going to happen. Everything was silent in that room, surrounded by sounds of the thunder booming down, the rain charging down upon them and the panic in the nearby operating room.

It was a few hours later, when the rain finally stopped and the clouds continued moving, exposing the full moon. The pale amnesiac sat in his dark room, continuing to look at his bedsheets. He shifted his head to his side, revealing the sleeping roommate with his broken leg. Looking straight at him, the words "as far as memory's concerned, you'll get it soon enough" ran through his head. Looking at him, he realized that he didn't know him that much, yet he was kind to him. None of the three patients were aquainted enough to know eachothers' names, nor did they know much about the conditions they were in. The broken leg was apparant, but he never really knew what the other one needed for surgery.

It wasn't beforelong that images of their third roommate, who treated the both of them like dirt. Remembering the insults that was thrown at him got his blood pumping through his body. The images of himself being tested by the nurses and doctors prior to his condition started raining into his head. Inside he heard voices of his roommate and himself, conversing if people will end up like their third roommate, which could probably be the case. These images circled his mind so much that it just hit him. What was worse was that this is the only thing he remembers. Everything he remembers only made him miserable. The whole entire thing was just so frustrating, it's almost as if all his anger was about to pop through his skin. He just couldn't take the pressure of being in this situation if the only key of getting out is to remember. The thoughts were bringing him to the verge of snapping, but his attention was caught by the ears.

What was heard was the sound of a stretcher rolling down the halls. Curious about stretcher, the amnesiac turned his head to the opened door on the side of the room. Looking outside, he noticed the stretcher with a body on top, hidden beneath a bloody blanket, leaving droplets of blood on the floor. This audacity was carried off by a few nurses and the doctor.

"Why did this have to happen?" asked one of the nurses.

"It couldn't be helped.." said the doctor in deep disappointment.

"Things would've been different if the power wasn't struck..." replied another nurse. "It's not your fault doctor."

The sight of what was being carried across the room sucked the observer into such interest. As he watched the pile of red pass by, he couldn't help but have a feeling of blood rushing through his body. This sudden tingling feeling ran across every part of his body, from the tip of his hair to his very toenails. The sight of enjoyment made his entire body move his arms, positioning his hands onto the bed as he boosted himself off of the bed. The amnesiac walked out of room, looking at the white halls, smothered in blood and nothing else. With no concern of everything else, as if he was hypnotized, he slowly followed the trail, eyes locked onto the farthest end of red.

Meanwhile, the doctor walked out of a dark empty room, disappointed of the failing operation. He looked at the nurses in front of him, concerned of his actions. With nothing said, the group walked down the halls, unaware that their memory lost patient walk following the blood trail to the door they were just at. He amnesiac finally found the trail to the room, raising his right hand to the handles to open. Opening the doors, he looked at the small empty room, shrouded in darkness and hiding the corpse inside. He walked inside and closed the door, looking straight at the dead body. Just above it, the patient lifted his hands and held the top of the red bloody sheets, slowly unveiling the sight he noticed. The sight he was looking at opened his mouth as the unknown figure got his blood running faster, knowing who it is.

"It looks like you've finally got your wish.." said the amnesiac, talking to the corpse, as the expression on his mouth slowly shifted to a smile. "I never knew your name... you never knew me, yet you insulted me.. I never knew you.. or why you had this happen.. but you finally got to get out.. We don't have to see eachother anymore.. Is this what everyone like you wants? Everyone who will become you will want something as admiring as this.. Even though the others felt bad.. I found it.. satisfying.."

The patient then took his hand and placed it on his deceased roommate and rubbed it for a few seconds. This very moment was causing his blood to run so much as he lifted his hand and looked straight into it with deep affection. His hand was drenched in the blood that wasn't his, causing his breathing to take a louder form. The image of his hand went closer to his face as he brought his arm closer to him. The look of the dripping blood made the blood in his body run faster and faster and faster until his entire body emitted heat. The sight of his red hand made his mouth water, causing his tounge to lurk out of his mouth. The muscle of his body soon made contact with his blood drenched hand.

All was silent for that moment, up until his eyes widened in shock. His breathing went faster and louder than before as his body started spasming. It wasn't beforelong that the he eventually went and let go of everything inside. Staying in that position, the arm he held to his mouth immediately sprouted a sword-like blade from the joint of his wrists. This immediately was followed by the most sadistic mixture of screaming and laughter.

A few nurses ran into the dark room a few seconds later, finding something that froze them in fear. Inside, they found the pieces of the corpse, tossed onto the floor by a figure in the room. The figure turned his head revealing to the light of the halls the blood that ran down his smiling mouth. Without any warning, the cannibalistic figure ran straight at them as both hands sprouted sword-like blades.

In room 314, the last remaining patient woke up and got up from his bed. He looked at the clock at the other side of the room, revealing that it's 4:30AM. He looked at his right side, seeing that no one was there.

"I hope he's alright.." he said quietly.

Out of concern, and thinking his other roommate is up, he looked to the other side, finding no one in the bed. All he found was the door opened, shining in light from the halls. All was unusually quiet he thought, even for the middle of late night and early morning. As he gazed at the doorway, a figure walked in the way, staring directly at the only man in the room.

Gazing a little bit closer, the injured patient realized it was the amnesiac. He was standing tall in black boots and pants, covered in a black tight sleeveless shirt that went down to his ribs, exposing his stomach and his lower back. He noticed that he 2 sword like blades were sticking out his hands, which like most parts of his body, were drenched in blood.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?" shrieked the injured patient in terror.

"I made them go away." sternly said the amnesiac as a few needles spouted out of the left side of his chest, slowly walking towards him.

"WHAT ARE YOU? WHAT DID YOU DO? DID YOU-"

"I did what I had to do." he said, having 2 katana blades sprout out of his back, looking like he has wings.

"You killed everyone here? But why?"

"They're only going to be miserable if they stay here." he said as a buzzsaw blade ripped out between his head and his right shoulder.

"So you just killed them? When you get caught, the police are gonna-"

"Let them come. I'll kill them too." He said as a sickle blade ran out between his head and his left shoulder.

"I can't believe this... This can't be you, can it?"

"I never did get my memory back." He said, having spikes sprout out of his elbows. "But I remember one thing: that's the thrill of the kill.. and guess who's last?"

Walking slowly towards him, more blades and pins sprouted from his body and his blood filled smile only got wider. His shadow casted over the last victim as the predator's face started to sparkle a flash, starting from the nose. His face eventually disintergrated into a face of a skull, with two large metal horns sprouting out of his forehead.

"I'm a killer," he said, lifting his arm, which sprouted an axe blade, "AND THAT'S ALL I NEED TO KNOW!"

And then he slammed his arm down, followed by a thud.

Pogi:And there goes the third chapter. The author insists that the clues are becoming dead giveaways as the chapters go on.

Regardless, we appreciate reviews. And now we have to get going now. So until then, we'll be around.