Disclaimer: I do not own Roy Mustang. If I did, I would not in be on here; I would be in a corner raping him. I do not own Maes Hughes. If I did, I would not be here; I would be giggling over his adorable Elysia along with him. I do not own the Furher. If I did, I would be strangling him and shoving obscene things into his eye-socket! Anyways, for the shorter answer, I do not own any part of Full Metal Alchemist. All I can own is Rebecca Jane Allen.
A Fire's Past
Chapter 1
An Alchemist Born
"Rebecca, you bitch!" Rebecca shivered as she heard her father's drunken screams. She pulled her blankets closer around her seven year old body. In the future her hair would be brown, but now it was covered in soot and dirt. Her green troubled eyes had been dark and fearful in the past, when in the future they were sad. As she huddled in the cabinet, she put the candle closer to her book.
"Rebecca Jane Allen! Get out of here now, you bitch!" Rebecca cried as she heard her father trump off. Ever since he had lost his mining job and mother had died, he would go out and get drunk then come home. Sometimes he would arrive home only to hit his daughter; sometimes to touch her.
As she poked her head out of the moldy cabinet, she saw her father had already dropped from overdosing on alcohol. She pulled the history book closer to her and snuck out. Her face watched the small shack was her father's house. Rebecca sighed and walked the blocks.
The streets were closed at this time of night. Watching out of the corner of her eyes, she stole through the town of Celen. Through the roads, she came up to the library. She checked around to make sure it was empty and brought the keys up.
Without a thought, she let the lamps and began to search the bookshelves after laying the history book on the desk. Rebecca's eyes searched the books. Where was a new one?
She glanced around and saw a new one. Alchemy. Her fingers itched to pick it up, then did. Bringing it close to the lamp, she scanned the pages. One the first page was inscribed,
Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost.
Sitting down, she begun to read. Before the night had ebbed away, the open book had been joined by three others of the same kinds.
"I can use this to protect me." She grabbed a pencil from the librarian's desk. Starting with the simplest circle, she drew it making frequent glances. She grabbed some paper and threw it onto the paper. The seven year old girl checked the paragraph with the basics.
For a second, she glanced around the deserted library. Should I do this? I'm afraid. What if I'm not old enough? Her eyes searched the beginner's book only to find nothing about the age.
Please let this one day keep me safe from Daddy.
She pictured the molecules of paper shaping into something new. She concentrated on the design she wanted as her hands covered up the pieces of paper. After a second or two, a soft light shone through the cracks of her fingers.
Scared and frightened, Rebecca pulled her little kid's fingers away. A small daisy lay where the papers had been. So what if the petals had pencil marks on them? So what if the colors were dulled? She had transmuted.
With a kid's laugh, she picked up the flower and begun to dancing. A smile that had almost never been there but for brief moments, crossed her face and giggles exited the sullen girl's face. When she turned back, she quickly scribbled three different titles and laid it on top the librarian's desk.
Rebecca skipped home that night. When she arrived, she crawled into her cabinet. Her books were pressed into her chest.