Ch. 2 Disclaimer (Do I have to do this for all the chapters?) I do not own Full Metal Alchemist or any of its characters. WARNING: Blood and Gore and Violent themes ahead. (BGV)
What did I do to deserve this? What did my previous self do to garner such ill luck and pain? I can't recall doing anything bad-well, I can't recall much of anything for that matter. All I could see was black, all I could feel was pain. I'm starting to see a recurring pattern here. Except, this time I felt a bit more put together than when I first regained consciousness. I could feel myself in a soft bed with a blanket wrapped around my body. I could hear the sound of a fire in the background and the sounds of a person walking around.
At last, when I could open my eyes, I saw a woman walking around a camp fire preparing what looked like soup. Another thing that bothers me, how do I know the names of things when I can't recall any memory of me learning them. This whole memory loss thing is a pain in my ass.
Pain in the asses aside, the lady turned to look at me. She had a kind face with the same startling red eyes as the men I had seen before. Strangely, she had long white hair despite looking no older than twenty. When the woman noticed I was awake, she gave me a warm smile. "You went through quite a lot, didn't you?"
"I am Azura," the woman said, walking over to the pot of soup boiling in the camp fire. I noticed that I wasn't in a bed so much as a cot. It was a very comfy cot.
"Where am I," I seem to be asking that a lot lately, "I remember being in a room with two other men, where are they?"
Azura looked back at me and gave me a worrying look, "I suppose you mean Abashura and Nabashu. They ran and left, should be half way out of Ishval by now."
"I'm sorry, but what is Ishval, is that where we are now, and what's going on," I asked, taking care to speak softly for my sore throat.
"Ah, yes, I should have known. You must be very confused. You are in the very eastern part of Amestris, a region known as Ishval," Azura explained while pouring herself and me a bowl of soup, "We are currently in the middle of a civil war," she stopped pouring to look at me intently.
"I found you shortly after collapsing in front of Nabasha's home. You were 'half formed'," Azura said with malice in her voice, "how anyone could commit a sin like you, I can't imagine."
The moment she had said sin and 'half-formed' was when I realized that I didn't even know what I looked like. Who am I? What am I? "What do you mean 'half-formed'?"
Azura gained a dark look to her face, like she had seen death itself and couldn't look away. "You, well," she violently stopped to throw up, falling on the ground like a dog and spewing everything she had in her. "It was disgusting, you were horrific, Ishval, I have gone insane, I should leave you here to rot and die like you were supposed to!"
Azura then proceeded to storm towards me and pull off the sleeping bag that was covering my body. What I saw both revolted and nauseated me. I had a large portion of my torso missing, and I only had my left leg. If one looked closely they could see my skin forming with itself to create the rest of my organs and limbs. I had no arms, yet, and this could be seen by the bone sticking out of my shoulders.
"You are a monster, a sin against Ishvala. But I have to help you, if I don't help then I have to go back, and I don't want to go back," Azura said while pacing around the fire. I screamed and thrashed but that only brought more pain. I can't understand what this place is, I don't think I want to understand. Azura continued to pace until she abruptly stopped and stared into the fire.
"Or I could end it now, it could stop," Azura murmured insanely, "Azura, what are you doing?"
Azura jumped in the fire burning her clothes and herself. I tried to shimmy away, only bringing more pain on myself. I was terrified. What is Azura doing! Azura continued to burn, chanting incoherent words while also screaming and crying in pain. I continued to escape while crying my own tears of pain.
Why, why is life so cruel to me? I have only been here for God knows how long, I don't know my name, or my age, or anything for that matter! I'm scared, I'm so scared and all I can feel is sadness and frustration. "HELP ME PLEASE! I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!"
I cried, and cried, what else am I supposed to do? I have a burning woman in front of me and blood spewing from my forming organs. Finally, mercy had found its way to me, the darkness took a hold of me once more.
AN: Okay, hopefully this will be the last time in a long time that I end it like this. You should be seeing some actual characters from FMA after this. Again, thank you for reading this, and commenting really does help, whether if it's about a grammatical error I made, if one of the characters is too ooc, or even if something in the story doesn't make sense and I could have cleared it up in an earlier chapter. SilverSeaStar here, thank you for taking the time to read the author's note. *Bye*.