I walked home. Well, if you could call it a home. My four walls. My personal prison. I can't help but think, That was an interesting meeting. Mustang seems like a complex man, but Hawkeye seems as if she is...jealous? She has no reason to be, the man is obviously baiting me for information. My information. I don't think he could understand- but as my commanding officer...he could make my life difficult. Do I tell him? Or do I lie? Could he tell?

I take a small nap before meeting Mustang. He did after all wake me only after two hours of sleep. I am always researching and burning the candle at both ends very late. Every time I close my eyes, I cannot help it- but I dream.

This time, I am older. My "father" insists on hypnosis to awaken the information in my head. As a child, I cannot deny him. I cannot even over power him. Or can I? I sit in the middle of a transmutation circle while my "father" mumbles some words. I am scared. I do not understand. I ask him "Why?" He ignores me. The man looks desperate. I start crying. He looks away and only begins to chant faster. I begin to grow angry. "Why are you doing this Hoenheim?!" I ask out of desperation. I had never called my step father his first name before. He does not flinch. Red sparks begin to appear around him and the circle. I start to feel threaten and I do not like it. I attempt to leave the circle, but I cannot. The circle is bound to me and me to it. It is as if an imaginary wall exists holding me in a cage. I begin to pound on the walls and they ripple with sparks. I start to not feel well. I feel faint. Is it my actions or his causing this feeling? All of sudden, I hit the ground and begin seizing. I am no longer in my body but above it. I see the world below me and I am reminded of what I saw beyond Truth's Gates.

My small pathetic body convulsing on the ground. My eyes wild and crazy like a rabid dogs. Foam erupting from my mouth, while my arms and legs shake aimlessly hitting all sides of the circle. Hoenheim is fixed to his journal. His book of research, chants, history, and spells. Well, I call them spells. Why is he doing this; can he see he is hurting me? I wish he would stop and look at me. Would he even care? I wonder. This angers me. How dare he act like a "father!" I will not allow this...

With the wave of my hand I knock over the shelves behind my "father" and they collapse upon him. The circle and bond are broken and I am sucked back into my body. I awaken finding him knocked out. I attempt to lift the shelves and their heavy items off of him, but I am too weak. I drag my body out of the circle and try to wake him. I begin to cry and yell for help, but no one hears me. I focus on the feeling before. When I was floating...How did I cause it to fall? I feel a twinge of pain, but it is nothing compared to what my body was feeling inside that transmutation circle. I hold out my hand and focus my energies on the shelves, cans, and tools that are upon my "father." It takes a few second, but lavender static erupts from my hand. It looks like fireworks. And I move with this power the objects off my "father." He is free...but what will happen to me?

I awake to the sound of my ring. I am annoyed with how often I dream of that night and the days that followed. It has been way too many years. I am surprised I even care anymore. I look at my pocket watch, and I mumble: "Damn is that the time?" Almost time to meet Mustang, will I go? or Stay?

Suddenly, I sense it. Behind my door there is a presence. I close my eyes and I see him. A man, a tall man with red eyes and a large scar. I recognize him. He too has been shown to me, but his purpose even then seemed unwritten. Does he mean me harm? Wait, his arm- I recognize his arm. It looks exactly like-

BOOM! My entire door has been blown up and I can only see the silhouette of the Ishvalan. A could of dust rises and neither one of us coughs. I notice also that his explosion created a huge hole where my door and window were. Now my little prison cell is exposed to the world, but I am three stories high.

"Are you a state alchemist?" he demands.

I smile, and think how grateful I am that have some sort of clothing on. But I am wear a very thin satin under like nightgown. It is low cut, and stop above knees. He seems unmoved by the fact that I am woman in bed- well sitting on my bed.

"Do I look like a state alchemist?" I ask slyly.

"Looks are often deceiving. So I will ask you again are you a state alchemist?" he insists.

I stand up and the pale moonlight reflect off my skin. I am rather a busty woman, so fighting in this nightgown will be quite uncomfortable. But, that isn't the point- Do I fight and create chaos here at the barrack dorms? Do I leave him to another helpless alchemist? Or do I run and hope he chases?

"What would you do to me if I was?" I ask somewhat seductively in order to taunt him.

"I would kill you without hesitation even though you are a woman."

This irks me. Some people don't like to be call short, fat, or litter. Call me a woman and I get angry and annoyed beyond belief. I look down to consider my options again, and smirk. "Well, Ishvalan-I don't know what drove you to killing people, but I won't be one of them." I say as I leap from my open wall leading onto the streets. As I am falling into the cool night air, I notice the streets are empty. This is to my advantage. And I think:

God I haven't fought anyone in decades; I haven't had to hold back my power for a while. I can't kill him. I don't do that. But how do I disable someone so strong without dying. I would really hate to die.