*sigh* Yes I know it's been forever. Way back when I put the last chapter out, my dad broke my computer (again) so I didn't have any of my stories to work on. After I got it back, I'm sad to say all my inspiration for Drawn to Life had up and left me. Then, I started a new story and have been focusing on that. No, I won't be giving up on Drawn to Life, and I'll try to work on updating more frequently.

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For Reviewing! A special thanks to Pumpkin2Face for reading and then reviewing every chapter he/she read. You rock my socks XD

Also, no one guessed Mr. Blue Eye's name :( I can't blame you though, the hint was very obscure and in the very last line.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist, only my OC(s)

Drawn to Life

Meeting Mr. Blue Eyes is not Good for One's Health

I stumbled down the street and continued running for my life. Yeah, when you're chased by a homicidal killer, you are literally running for your life.

"Little birdie, why are you running? I only want to play," a hunk of metal flew right passed me and crashed then skidded a down the street. Pieces that had broken off flew past and cut by legs.

"Shit," I gasped and tried to ignore my new pains. I tried to keep my eyes on the ground and ahead of me simultaneously, so I didn't run into any of the wreckage strewn across the ground or run into anyone ahead of me; not that there was anyone in sight. I guess everyone's smarter than me and knows to stay inside when a homicidal faux-homunculus is around.

You know, I would really appreciate Ed and Al popping up right about now. I mean, aren't they in the same city? There is also a pretty amazing amount of wreckage around here. Don't they, you know, have to keep the city and citizens safe? I don't really care if it's a damned cliché to be saved by them; I don't want to die.

Actually, I don't even care if it's Ed or Al. I would settle on the military (even if it is corrupted and run by a homunculus). Chipper attacking him would also be good- wait, where the hell is Chipper? I glanced to the sky and looked all around me. That's weird…I swear she was just here a second ago…

"Little birdie, little birdie, why are you running? Don't you know that I'll always catch up?"

Thoughts about Chipper suddenly turned into something else. Why the hell am I just running? I may not be able to take on a homunculus physically, but I am an alchemist, kind of. Considering I could be killed if I don't use them, my drawings creating attention hardly matters at this point. My hand fumbled to my back for my bag so I could get out my sketchpad.

…Why was there nothing on my back?

I dumbly slapped my hands against my back a couple times, not believing that my backpack was gone. I just had it for God's sake! My running began to slow down until I came to a complete stop as my mind fumbled for the answers that were slowly bubbling up in it.

Chipper was gone, when she was always there when I needed her. There was absolutely no one but me and Mr. Faux-homunculus around, and as smart as that seemed for others to do, there would be at least one other person around; plus, humans are dumb. My backpack mysteriously disappeared when I don't remember ever dropping it. There was way too much wreckage around me, and it even extended far ahead of me, where he hadn't even been yet. Also, Ed and Al really would have been here by now. Homunculi were right up their ally, so they would definitely take an interest in Mr. Blue Eyes. Come to think of it, didn't Me. Blue Eyes just tell me his name? Then why couldn't I remember it? There was something very wrong here. What the hell is going on?

"Poor little Swift, all alone and far away from home. Did you really think that you could run away from me? Did you really think that you could run away from fate?"

Looking up at the person in front of me, I saw a tall…boy (he didn't strike me as a 'man', though he had to be older than me) I suppose with messy white hair and hollow sky blue eyes. He had a cruel smirk I automatically disliked and was looking at me expectantly. I was clam; really calm for some reason. I think it was because my body had accepted a conclusion that my mind hadn't even come to yet.

"That's….cliché."

"What?" he asked incredulously.

"Fate…is a really cliché concept. Quite frankly, I don't believe in fate. You really should come up with a more original line than "you can't run away from fate"."

Faster than I could see, he smashed his hand through my chest and heart.

…..

Earlier

I groaned as I dragged my metal feet along the sidewalk. Last time I checked, it was around twelve and I had yet to stop and rest, or eat anything for that matter. Surprisingly (note the sarcasm) enough, I hadn't found any leads to Mr. Blue Eyes. Chipper hadn't found anything on her front either, and had come back a while ago to "keep me company". The little black and white bird couldn't fool me; I knew she was just being a lazy ass.

An absolutely delightful smell wafted across my path and I stopped in my tracks. Ignoring the cursing of the people who had bumped into me, I started my way towards the source. I stopped in front of an open door to a bakery. I had always loved any baked food, especially fresh ones. After wiping away a bit of drool, I asked, "Want to get something Chipper?"

She trilled an affirmative that I interpreted as a "hell yes!" and happily said, "Good, because I was going to whether you wanted to or not."

I walked into the nice smelling bakery and found my eyes almost immediately glued to all of the food. There was bread, pie, cake, cookies, croissants, and a bunch of other delicious goodness. I quickly hurried into line that I was pleased to see was only two people long, and soon came to the front.

The cashier was a middle age lady with slightly unruly light brown hair, squinty hazel eyes, and had a very distracting mole plopped onto the near middle of her nose. She had on a nametag that said "Barbara" and a pink smiley face sticker next to it. Barbara was giving me a weird look; understandable considering I had a bird perched on my shoulder.

Here was the great thing about Chipper; I'm sure you know that most restaurants have a no animal policy, correct? Well, when they say that, they assume that these 'animals' would be people's dogs or cats (though I have had to get someone to leave the Lament's general store because he was trying to take his horse inside. The guy was a nutjob with hippy hair) that they were taking on a walk, not a bird. When they first see Chipper, they're not quite sure what to do. Some say 'you have a bird on your shoulder' or 'Um, nice bird' or just ignore it. Barbara, I learned, was the first type.

"Uh, kid, you have a bird on your shoulder," she said hesitantly. I must point out, it would be sad if I didn't know.

"I know," I said back bluntly.

She stared at me again, shook her head slightly, grumbled something about "crazy kids", and asked, "What do you want?"

"Can I have two croissants, a tomato sandwich, and some water?" I ordered.

"That'll be ten fifty," She said uninterestedly and I quickly paid her. I made my way to an empty booth and sat there to wait for my order.

As I looked out the window next to my booth, Chipper hopped off my shoulder and onto to table, coming to stand across from me. After setting down my backpack, I readjusted my glasses and ran my hand through my curly brown hair. I winced when I came to a knot and roughly yanked my fingers through it.

"Seriously Chipper, I'd like to know a Mary-Sue's secret to keeping her hair perfect through this whole thing. It'd be even worse if I was traveling," I muttered to my bird.

Chipper trilled what I decided to translate into "They're Mary-Sues, they're secret is that they have a horrible past that they blame themselves for and are the 'chosen ones'."

I nodded in concurrence and said, "I wonder if I change my name to Mary-Sue, if all my scars and my black eyes will magically clear up, and I'll be beautiful beyond all reason, and I'll make Ed and even Envy love me…" I paused for a moment "Actually scratch that last part. Ed's an ass and Envy would be a wife beater. Plus, I don't like either of them. Why doesn't Al get any love? He's the nice one. Oh well, it's kind of creepy to be in love with a fictional character anyway…"

I stopped my rant when I heard someone cough awkwardly to get my attention, man I hate those coughs, and looked up to see a young waitress with brown hair and bright green eyes holding out my food and looking at me like I was crazy. I looked at her nametag and saw that her name was "Betty".

I accepted the offered food and was slightly surprised when she reluctantly said, "You have pretty eyes. It's too bad you have to wear glasses."

Even if she did look nervous that she talked to someone she thought had a few screws loose, I appreciated the complement. Since I've been in Amestris, I've been told that my eyes were "weird" or "unnatural" or "interesting", but never pretty. I smiled and said, "Thanks, you have really pretty eyes too."

Betty smiled and walked away from the table, probably thinking I was a little less crazy than she had thought. I smiled contentedly and began to eat my sandwich after giving Chipper one of the croissants. A little while later I finished up my lunch/breakfast with eating the rest of the last croissant with Chipper and drinking the rest of my water.

I got up after Chipper hopped onto my shoulder and I slung my backpack onto my back. I walked out of the bakery after waving to Betty who had just finished serving another customer and waved back.

I smiled and hummed happily. I was in a good mood after having food in my stomach and talking to Betty. She had done a simple kindness, complementing my eyes, but after always regretting having these… troublesome eyes, it's nice to know that normal people like Betty can think that they're pretty. I don't know, maybe I'm just weird, but it just kind of made me happy.

"Hey Chipper, maybe we can take the rest of the day off. We could even sight-see around Central instead of just looking for Mr. Blue Eyes, or maybe we should look at the library for books about the gate…"

Unfortunately, my day off was not meant to be, neither was my contented happiness meant to last.

What happened next was too quick for me to fully understand. In fact, I'm pretty sure I blacked out at some point.

I suddenly heard a loud explosion and felt something hit me very hard in the back of my head. After that I just heard a whir of Chipper screeching and people screaming. The next thing I knew, I was I was staggering up from the ground.

I looked blearily around to see a bunch of fragments from the building that must have exploded, I suspected that it was one of these fragments that hit me, and people running and screaming. Some were lying on the ground due to being hit by fragments like I was, but I wasn't sure if they were going to stand up like I did.

I felt an intense sting and throbbing from the back of my head and reached my hand back there. I pulled my hand back and saw that blood stained my black glove. My gag reflex kicked in, but it was quickly pushed down. Shit. I was bleeding. I had had to get to a hospital or a doctor, had to…

I staggered forward still disoriented. I felt relief wash over me when I saw Chipper fly in front of me and start to fly in a direction, fly back to me, then fly in the direction again. Gathering that she was trying to lead me somewhere hopefully safe, I began to slowly walk that way. I pulled my hand to the back of my head again and began to push on it. When you're bleeding, you're supposed to apply pressure, right? I wasn't so sure at the moment, but I did it anyway. I also made sure I still had my backpack and my glasses.

After a couple of steps, something flashed in front of me and I was looking at Mr. Blue Eyes. I stopped walking and looked up at him blankly. After a few moments, who I was looking at registered to my foggy brain and my eyes widened. Oh shit, shit, shit, shit, shit-

Mr. Blue Eyes laughed and I realized I was saying that out loud. I shook my head, trying to clear it, and though I was in enough pain, I bit the side of my mouth since I believe I read that sharp pain cleared the senses. After getting some of my bearings, I glared up at him, "Who the hell are you?"

He smirked, in what I identified to believe in a slightly Envy-ish way, and said, "My name is Rebel, little human, and you better not forget it."

There seemed to be some hidden meaning behind the "better not forget it" bit, but I ignored it for the moment. Deciding to get to the point, I demanded, "What do you have to do with me being dragged through the gate?"

A slight surprise flashed through Rebel's eyes and he looked me over with a satisfied smirk, "I guess you are the right one then. You do look like her, but it could've always been a coincidence."

"Who's 'her'?" I asked, confused.

"Ah, ah, ah, that would be telling, and that's against the rules. As much as I love breaking the rules, like I'm doing right now by talking to you, this one can't be broken. Too bad, huh, Swift?"

I glared at him, trying to take this all in. Rules? What rules? And, "How do you know my name?"

"I heard the Fullmetal Alchemist's tin can brother call you that. I had to stop messing with Central because of that stupid little runt…"

I could have hit myself; I didn't have anything to do with Mr. Blue Eyes stopping his attack on Central, he stopped because the Elrics came. In fact, if he didn't want to tangle with them, isn't this pretty risky to be doing? Wait, if I'm seen by the Elrics with a homunculus, wouldn't that be incriminating? Ugh, my head hurts. I should get out of there. I'm in no condition to try and get answers from a super powered un-killable being, and I really don't want to get arrested for being seen with him.

I took a step back and Rebel's eyes snapped up to mine. I tried to look away from them, but they seemed to have me entranced. Such hollow sky blue eyes…my head started to hurt worse.

"Ah, ah, ah, if you want to act like a bird and fly away, then I suppose I'll just to have you caged." Rebel's sky blue eyes began to take on a violet tint and my head started to buzz. I fought against the weird feeling of my brain, but I felt my eyes start to get heavier. Despite this, I ordered my body to run and managed to take another step back….

…

Present

I gasped and shook violently as I woke up and clutched my chest. My heart was beating rapidly, but I was just thankful that it was beating. It was all just a dream, no, nightmare then. Homunculus…each homunculus has a power, which I idiotically forgot about. Rebel's power…was it to give people nightmares? It must also be able to put people to sleep, because even though I felt dizzy, I sure as hell wasn't inclined to take a nap at that moment.

I felt something pecking me and looked to over to see Chipper. I nearly had a heart attack (hah) when I saw there was blood on her beak and checked over her frantically. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw it wasn't her blood.

Come to think of it, did Chipper even have blood? She is a drawing…

I shook my head and warily looked around, suddenly remembering about Rebel. I was surprised when I found myself alone. I struggled onto my feet, my backpack feeling heavier than usual, and arranged my glasses into their right position. I took a few moments to catch my breath and calm down. After that, I whispered, "He's gone, right Chipper?"

She nodded an affirmative and flew off the ground and onto my shoulder. She chirped soothingly into my ear and I was suddenly very grateful to have her.

I breathed out a last sigh that got stuck in my throat by a sneering voice that was slightly envious, "So, you're the one Rebel's been talking about?"

I looked up to see Envy sitting on a still-standing building. The Envy. The damned homicidal palm-tree transvestite that loathes humans. I'm so dead.

I gaped openly at him as he appraised me with a cruel smirk, "You know I hate you more than the usual human, for some reason. Lucky you."

I don't doubt that I heard evil snickering from inside my backpack. Still gaping, I felt myself start to twitch.

"Aw, did I break you pathetic little human? Don't worry; I won't kill you, maybe. That's Rebel's job. I have a feeling I might be seeing you soon, especially if you end up going with the Fullmetal midget," with one last hate-filled smirk, Envy transformed into a crow and took off.

Seconds later, I heard the Elrics approaching, about ten minutes too late.

"Damn it, he got away!" Ed growled while watching the Envy-crow fly away. I wish I could fly away.

"Swift?" Al asked confusedly after noticing me standing there, probably still gaping.

"You!" Ed accused "I knew you had something to do with the homunculus! As much as I don't want you to, you're coming with us!"

During Ed's little rant, I slowly sank down to my knees. Did the world really hate me that much? What did I do to deserve this? What in God's name is going on?

"Oh no brother, she's bleeding!"

With thoughts of how screwed I am, I passed out from shock and blood loss.

…..

Poor Swift, she just can't catch a break, huh? I feel bad for getting my poor OC so beat up…oh well, I'll get over it :)

And you have found out the enigmatic Mr. Blue Eyes is named Rebel! Swift also had a short meeting with Envy, who clearly knows Rebel. Their next meeting will be longer though, and much more interesting *cackles*.

I also had Swift go with Ed-o, since it's so fun to write them torturing each other XD. Oh the adventures the Elrics and Swift will have~ Anyway, that's about it. R&R :)

As an extra treat, I'll give you a parody of what would of happened if Swift's waitress was a Mary-Sue :P

Miss Mary-Sue the Magnificent as- a Waitress:

"Umm…" I looked up to see a young waitress with flowing blond hair, beautiful blue eyes, a ridiculously large chest- I looked at her nametag. "Mary-Sue"; go figure.

"Here's your order, miss," Mary-Sue giggled, as if I hadn't just been talking to my bird.

"Thanks," I muttered and took my food and water from her.

"Wow," she said suddenly and leaned in way too close to my face.

"Um, can you back off?"

"You have interesting eyes, it's too bad you have a black eye and look like you have three eyebrows," I twitched. What do my eyebrows have to do with my eyes? "Then again, I've been told I have the most beautiful eyes Envy and Ed have ever seen. They're like two pools of the ocean or the bluest sky. They change color with my emotions, you know. Also, if you look into them, you automatically fall in love with me. Want to see?"

"Not really," I said, munching on my sandwich.

Mary-Sue then shoved her face into mine, again, and stared creepily into my eyes. "Are you in love with me?"

"I'm not really feeling it."

"I'm sorry that you love me-," she gasped dramatically and pulled back.

"Don't worry, I'm not. I don't swing that way and actually think you're a psycho."

"-But my love belongs to Ed, or Envy. I love them both so much, and they both love me, even though it's only been two chapters. I showed Envy the error of his ways and now he's so kind, and Ed has always been sweet,"

"You know, you're little sweet boyfriend jumped me a couple days ago," I informed to the babbling blond and then went back to eating.

Suddenly, the door flew open and an angry mob of fanfiction writers stormed in. Mary-Sue screamed and took off running with the angry mob on her heels. She called for Ed and Envy, even though she was an insanely strong alchemist who could defeat anyone, but they were currently being held captive by their fangirls.

I sighed contentedly and stood up, "Well, I'm never going to see her again. Let's go Chipper."