/AN/ Just a little note...this story takes place a long time before the adventures of Ed and Al, so there might be some spoilers...only a little about Envy's past. Just keep in mind that when he was first created, he did NOT look like he normally does; he had an entirely different face. Anywho, hope yall enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Full Metal Alchemist or Envy...though he is tied up in my closet. (heh heh)



Origin of Sin

One: Name


A light drizzle sprinkled down on the sleepy town below that lay nestled between the misty mountains. In the midnight hour of the night, a bright flash cut through the darkness from the farthest corner of village, illuminating from inside a tiny abandoned barn. Brilliant blue light shone through the cracks of the rotten wood before quickly blinking out again.

A deafening thunderclap sounded soon after, shaking the earth below. The rain began pounding down harder, hammering loudly on the tops of houses, waking the tired residents, who groggily rose and peered out their windows into the night.

Under the cover of darkness, a lone figure ran, sloshing through the muddy streets, fleeing the small village in the mountains. No one saw this individual leaving their town in such haste, but in time they would all learn of the curse he had brought upon their world that rainy night.


The boy, appearing no older than eighteen, slowly opened his golden eyes. Carefully, he pushed himself into a sitting position and took in his surroundings. A small amount of light trickled through the cracked walls, and the air smelled moldy and wet. Suddenly his stomach lurched, and he collapsed to his side, pain coursing though him.

Every inch of his body ached with excruciating pain, like his skin was being ripped off. The room seemed to press around him suddenly, slowly crushing the air out of his lungs, leaving him gasping for breath. In his aching mind, blurred flashes of undecipherable images whirled about, pounding against the sides of his skull, threatening to explode outward.

The last thing he saw before the world around him darkened was an image, painted crimson with blood. An image of a serpent devouring its own tail.


The bright sunlight blazed overhead, sending its heat waves down upon the small village. The remaining puddles from the previous night's thunderstorm were quickly evaporating in the early morning summer heat.

A sixteen year old girl hurried through the streets, already crowded with people. The girl wore torn, tan pants that three of her could easily fit into. A roughly cut string of leather was tied tightly around her waist as a makeshift belt. She was also clad in a dirty tank top that at one time might have been white. Over her tank top she wore a jaggedly cut shirt make out of a fishnet material. A few stands of her greenish hair hung out of her ponytail and fluttered playfully across her face as a small breeze blew through the town.

As she carefully brushed through the swarms of people, she glanced down at her left hand; her ring finger was swelled double its original size and slightly purple.

Crap, she thought, tenderly placing it under her right arm. It's definitely broken. Why did Teresa have to be in such a bad mood this morning…If only father was home…

Lost in her thoughts, the girl quickly found herself at her destination. Before her loomed the old barn, glistening from the rain droplets from the previous night. The abandoned mass of rotting wood was her secret shelter—no one else in town dared to come near the place. Here, at least until dinnertime, she would be safe from her stepmother and stepsister.

As she pushed the lopsided door open, it creaked loudly and the light from outside poured in. She stepped inside and froze. Lying in the center of the dirt floor was a large unfamiliar lump. The girl gulped and felt goosebumps break out all over her skin as she slowly approached the lump on the ground.

As she neared the object, the girl peered down at the ground. In the moist dirt, she could barely make out a chalk circle surrounding the unknown object. Along the inside of the circle were elaborate symbols and designs. Though she was rather unfamiliar with it, the girl could tell it was alchemy.

"Oh my god!" She exclaimed, realizing the lump in the alchemy circle was a person. She raced over to the young man's side and softly called to him. He was shaking violently and covered in sweat. Feeling his forehead, she found he had a fever.

Without a second thought, she ripped off the edge of her left pant leg and laid it in a nearby puddle, letting it soak up the cool water before placing it on the young man's forehead. Tearing off another section of her pants, she used the cloth to wipe off the sweat to try to make the boy more comfortable. As she tended to him, she looked him over.

She couldn't help but wonder who he was and where he had come from. She had lived in the small valley village her entire life and never seen anyone that looked like him. He had slightly wavy golden blonde hair and wore only a black, ragged robelike piece of clothing.

Suddenly the boy moaned and rolled over on his side. The girl sighed, wondering what was wrong with him. He had a slight fever, but something else seemed to be bothering him, causing him immense pain. She reached over and gently began to roll him back over onto his back, but froze, her eyes locked on his left thigh.

It was some sort of tattoo, but unlike one she had ever seen. She could only guess it was somehow related to alchemy, just like the chalk circle. It was crimson in color and shaped like a serpent eating its own tail. The winged serpent was twisted in a circle, astar like shape in the center.

A shiver shot down her spine, and the girl turned her eyes back to the boy's face. What are you…


Pain.

That was all his mind registered. Every inch of his body ached with a dull, pulsing pain. A crunching noise near him caused him to slowly slide his eyes open.

He slowly raised himself into a sitting position and shook his head slightly. There was low murmur in his ear, and he turned to the sound. A girl a few years younger than he sat staring at him, her eyes wide and face pale. He stared at her, not sure if she was real or not.

"Are you alright?" Her soft voice hummed in his ears.

He opened his dry mouth to reply, but instead of the answer he had planned to say, a rough cough tore through his throat, causing him to double over in pain. He felt a hand gently pat his back; helping him clear his throat and ease the pain.

"T-thank you…" he managed to stutter, his voice low and hoarse.

"No problem…you seem to be feeling better. I'm glad…I've been really worried. My name's Anya, by the way." She smiled at him and extended her hand.

The boy stared at her, studying her face a moment longer before fixing his eyes on her extended hand. His eyes narrowed, and his looks hardened. "What's wrong with your hand?"

Anya cocked her head curiously at him before looking down at her hand as well. Then she realized she had offered her left hand to him, with her broken finger. She quickly yanked her hand back and smiled weakly.

"It's nothing…I just shut the door on my finger this morning." She gulped, hoping this strange boy believed her. She hastily changed the subject. "When I came earlier, you were really sick or something," she paused a moment, her gaze shifting to her feet. "If you don't mind my asking…why are you here?"

He looked down, his face scrunching up in thought. He searched the depths of his mind for the response to question, but found nothing. "I don't know."

Anya nodded, as if expecting that to be his answer. "Well, do you remember how you got here?" He shook his head. "Do you remember anything?" Again, a no. "Do you at least know your name?"

The boy looked thoughtful for a moment. He plunged deep in his mind to try and find the answer to her question, but everything was blank. Name, he thought. What's my name… Then, slowly, a single word floated up to the surface of his thoughts. Though he was unfamiliar with it, the word seemed natural and perfectly fitting to him. He looked over at the girl named Anya and clearly spoke the word that was his name.

"Envy."


/AN/ Hope yall enjoyed the first chapter of the fanfic. Just to clear some things up...Anya is an OC and (in case you didn't figure it out) she looks just like the Envy normally does in FMA. Hope yall liked it! Please review if you want!