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Syn walked down the streets of Dublith, infuriated with Envy. She absolutely despised him and yet he still wanted her!

Syn suddenly, with her amazing inhuman hearing, heard glass fall and shatter. She stopped and looked at her knuckled with marvelously healed in a matter of minutes of being inflicted. Syn glanced back at the bloody glass with a bored expression before she continued walking away from the childish screams heard from a young girl that saw the inhuman act of healing.

Syn turned the corner to an empty street. Half-way down the block, she realized there was three men behind her. She heard one of a husky, soft voice, a young voice of around thirty, and an even younger voice of a teenage boy. She continued walking as if she didn't know of their existence.

That was, until the youngest of the boys called out to an invisible person. "Winry!"

Syn stopped. She didn't know why, she just did. She didn't turn to face the boy. She heard him running up to her and he stopped behind her.

"Winry…?" he seemed desperate. And he seemed a little shocked.

"Try again, boy." Syn said, turning to face him. As she looked at his face, her head hurt. The pain went as quickly as it came.

She heard a sharp gasp from the boy. "What's wrong?" he asked as he placed a hand on her shoulder. Instantly, the pain returned. This time, it didn't go away. She held her head tightly and pushed away from him. She started running as flashing pictures came into view. She tripped many times and caught herself each time. She heard the boy talking to her, attempting to help her, but she pushed him away every time, causing more head pain.

The flashes were of a little blonde girl. She looked so innocent. She was playing with two little boys. Then the next flash was when she looked older. She was building some type of machine as she was talking to an older boy. He has golden hair that was about shoulder length. The flash after that had the same girl wearing a sun dress. She looked happy and was looking at a truck. The last vision was of the girl. She faced death.

When the visions stopped, Syn found herself in the opening of an alleyway. She looked around; her head still in pain and say the boy. He had golden eyes and blonde hair. He looked very much like the boy in the visions.

She scowled at him, letting out a low growl.

"Are you ok—?" he couldn't finish. Syn grabbed him by the throat and threw him against the alley wall, causing his head to ricochet and bleed.

"Who are you?" she demanded, crushing his neck with her stiff grip.

Yes! Finally, the good part! Do you think this should be titled as romance?

NVM. It's now a romance. Don't ask how, because then I'll have to spoil stuff.

D.A.

-FMA Fanatic 4Eva