Second Chances
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A/N: I swore I'd never write another anime fanfiction ever again but I feel a need to see this thing threw it'll the end. So yeah please review and I hope you enjoy!
Chapter one: The truths game
"Al hurry he's getting away," Edward Elric cries back to his brother. Alphonse Elric is trailing behind him. For almost two years they've been looking for the Uranium bomb and finally, finally they've found it. They are on the culprits trail now when…
A blinding white light. So bright it's painful, the brothers cry out. And suddenly the blinding white gives away to pure, white nothingness. And a gate, a massive black gate. The brothers are frozen, fear and anger has over taken them.
"Welcome back you fools," an oh so familiar voice cackles. Edward round on the creature, you, me, truth and god.
"What the hell," Edward screams. The truth only laughs again.
"The players are set," the truth says a horrific, wide smile on its face. "The game has begun." Before they can react, before a word can leave their mouths the gate n and the black hands reach out and grab then.
Their screams fall deaf in the blackness that is the gate. As images pour their minds, thing they never wanted to see again thy wonder: what will me loss this time?
When they open their eyes they lying in a field in Resembool. They are home.
FMA FMA FMA FMA FMA FMA FMA FMA FMA FMA
Everything is pain. Gunshots, blood, suffering so much pain. He feels it in and around him because his life has been suffering. But then it's over and now…
He wakes up with a cry and looks around. His heart is beating fast, booming in his ears. He looks around in confusion. He doesn't know this place despite the fact it is similar to so many others he has been in. It's cold and dark, a cave of sorts. His back is resting on something less cold than the ground around him.
A name can't come to mind right now so he takes the time to look around. There is a small lantern lit in the corner. There are small bags of food and supplies, scattered about. He runs his hand along his face and part of the skin feels different, a scar.
Is that that I am?
Footsteps call him from his inner questioning. He turns ready for attack but what he sees surprises him.
There is a boy, probably twelve or thirteen though he's very small. His hair is long and ratty but brown. Across his face is a long scar diagonal from the right to left and on from cheek to cheek across the bridge of his nose. His eyes are large, red and soft. Around his face is a belt that the man knows. This boy is Ishvalan.
"You're awake," the boy cries out joyfully though his voice seems out of use. "I was so worried I thought you were going to die!" he drops to his knees beside scar looking him up and down for injury.
"I guess you're fine, I checked for wounds but you were all covered in blood," the boy is babbling seeming confused and happy all at the same time. "But you're okay! What happened though? I found you in the desert, just lying there!"
"I," Scar's voice is harsh and rasp. "I think I was dead…"
