Ch. 3 Disclaimer: I do not own Full Metal Alchemist or any of its characters.
Can I stay here forever, just let me lie in this sea of darkness. Nothing here can hurt me, and I don't understand the world I was brought into. I don't like war, war was evil in my previous life and is still evil in this life, and war scares me. It doesn't help that I can't remember anything else besides that. I wish I knew my age or when my birthday is, heck I don't even know what I look like, too much blood was covering me at the time. Rather, I wish I knew what my name was. I guess it doesn't matter, I'm in my own world in this sea of dark. I felt a sharp pain in my right shoulder that spread to my torso. It hurt, it hurt so much, and well I guess all dreams must come to an end.
"Hello, hi. You must have taken quite the beating there," a kind faced man said to me as I painstakingly opened my eyes. As I awoken the events from before rushed to my brain giving me a headache. Tears began to form in my eyes, and soon enough I began to cry again. That woman, Azura, she killed herself before my eyes! She burned and I couldn't do ANYTHING because my limbs still hadn't formed all the way. I was still 'half-formed' at the time. As I cried I looked at my body and noticed that I had my left arm, but my right arm was formed up to the elbow until it tapered off into ragged bone and flesh.
Fortunately, the rest of my torso had formed, but my right leg still hadn't grown at all. Of course, there was still blood spewing out of these partially grown limbs. It disgusted me, it scared me. "Hey, hey, it's alright. Look I have a bandage right here for you," the man held out a roll of cloth and slowly made his way towards me. I began to cry even louder, remembering my last encounter with another person. He could go crazy too, there's no stopping him from killing himself just like Azura. I backed away with my new arm and left leg. With every step he took, I took one step back.
"S-s-t-tay away," I protested quietly, finally taking in his full figure. He was tall and was wearing some sort of blue uniform. He had dark eyes and black hair. His voice was deep and reassuring. The man looked kind enough, but there were noticeable blood stains on the bottom of his uniform. "Please, just leave me alone," I said quietly.
"I'm not going to hurt you, I promise, just let me patch you up," the dark haired man said sternly. He finally caught up to my weak attempt at escape and cradled me in his arms. I must have been pretty small because compared to him I was a child. He wrapped the bandages tightly around the stump of an arm I had and the spot where my thigh was supposed to be to stop the bleeding. "There, now I'm going to take you to some really nice doctors, their names are Yuriy and Sarah Rockbell, they'll be able to patch you up better than I can."
As he got up to carry me, I meekly asked him, "What's your name," he told me in a solemn voice, "My name is Roy Mustang, and may I ask what your name is," Roy playfully questioned.
What can I tell him, I don't have a name? After a long period of silence, Roy shrugged and continued walking with a sad scowl on his face. "I would tell you my name, but I-I don't remember," is what I told him. Roy looked down at me with the most sorrowful look I have seen in my short time of existence. "Well, we'll be to the Rockbells' soon, maybe they can find a name for you."
And so Roy walked while carrying me, it was night time still and as I took in my surroundings I noticed that a land of sand went on as far as the eye could see. The moon was bright outside, and I could finally feel safe with another person. Roy may seem a bit serious, but he, too, is scared like me. It comforts me to know that I'm not the only one who's frightened by what the day may bring.
AN: Okay, I don't know how else to explain Roy's ooc except that this is in fact during the Ishvalan Civil War. What I have witnessed in Roy's behavior during this time was that he was immensely depressed and sad, so here you go, a noticeably sad Roy who has picked up our main character. Also, hopefully she'll have a name by the next chapter, and a proper description of what she looks like. I'm not planning on making her Ishvalan though, because Roy would not have picked her up to freely carry her into camp. She does have dark skin, however.