Well, here be the dealioooo. I gave myself some time to calm down and think, and I'm going to continue to write on Fanfiction, but if it happens again, I won't just sit by and let it go.

NEW CHAPTER!

Disclaimer: I don't own FMA or anything related

Taryn's POV

I blinked my eyes open, waking up to shouting and crying.

"Give that back!" A boy was yelling, sounding not much older than me. I heard soft sobbing, then a young, scared voice answered back.

"I-I don't want to! I brought it for Miss. Taryn! I think she's hurt!" Kaetie cried, her voice breaking and stuttering.

"Let me look at her." A young male's voice said, then I felt cold hands brushing my hair back from my face.

Instinct kicked in, and my fist launched up to where his face should have been. I instead met hard metal, and something clanged to the floor. A loud gasp rang through the room, followed by silence that seemed louder than normal silence. My eyes shot open and I saw an empty suit of armor scrambling to get his helmet...head...back on.

"He's...empty..." Kaetie whispered softly. I sat up quickly, my eyes careful and guarded. Kaetie was sitting on the floor with her back to my wall, hands over her mouth and blue eyes wide with unshed tears.

"Give it back to them, Kaetie." I said softly, wearily climbing to my feet. With a gasp of surprise, the two boys turned to me. Kaetie stubbornly shook her head, clutching the bread tightly to her chest. I held my hand out towards her and she hung her head, handing me the bread. I took it and turned, handing it back to the boys in front of me. "Sorry about her." I apologized, shoving my hands into the pockets of my worn pants.

"Next time, make sure it doesn't happen." The blond one muttered, shoving the bread into his mouth and ripping a piece off of it.

"Brother!" The armor cried. I just rolled my eyes, eying the silver chain hanging from his pocket that I knew held a State Alchemist's pocket watch.

"Typical military." I scoffed. "You can leave now." I pointed to the door, picking my kitchen chair up and setting it in place.

"What do you mean 'Typical military?'" The armor asked. Kaetie ran to my side, tugging on my pants.

"What?" I asked, kneeling down to her level. She pointed to the door, which was jarred open. Two older men were standing there, staring at me.

"SHE'S EXPERIMENT 17!" One of them yelled. My breath caught as my instincts kicked in. I jumped, barely dodging the bullet that he'd shot at me.

"GET HER! SHE ESCAPED FROM THE LAB!" The other one yelled. I jumped on my table and launched a kick at one of their chests, laughing in glee as he flew back out of my door.

"Kaetie!" I shouted, holding out my arms. She ran and jumped into them and I ran. I ran like the wind, letting my wolf instincts take over.

I couldn't run for long. Before I knew what was happening, I had been tackled to the ground, Kaetie tumbling away.

"Oh no you don't."