Kayla: *sitting by window peeking outside*

Ed: What are you do-

Kayla: Shhhh! I'm waiting for the mailman!

Ed: Kayla, the mail came about an hour ago.

Kayla: I'M WAITING FOR THE MAILMAN!

Lela: Okay. This and the next chapter are up because Ace isn't sure when she's gonna get at a computer next, so...

Envy: Blah blah blah, her needs. Look, a review from Furorensu-Chan! I DO NOT LIKE YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE ANNOYING! I LIKE TO PERFORM THE PHSYICAL ACTION OF ANNOYING YOU!

Lela: Okay, did not need to know that...

Ed: Because he won't stop calling me short.

Envy: And she already started working on it. I mean, the first two chapters were sorta written before the plot so...

Lela: And thank you, DarkVampirePrincess8, for plotting revenge with us on the alchemists, but that's really not nessicary. *evil laughter*

Ed: OH MY GOD, THE PANTHER'S GONE EVIL TOO!

Envy: *sniffle* I taught her well...

Lela: Ace5980 does not own FullMetal Alchemist.

15: Hidden Memories of Justice

(7 years prior)

Sonya did not remember her mother all too well. That was intentional. She did not remember her father much either. That was also intentional. She was certain Lela recalled their parents a little too often for her tastes, and as for Kayla, well, Sonya hypothesized she'd forgotten their parents in favor of Lela. Sonya preferred to think of herself as parentless; she found her parents' deaths, both of them, rather suspicious, but she hadn't said anything to anyone because she knew well enough what had been going on behind closed doors with Lela, and that was all Lela's rat to spill, not Sonya's.

No, Sonya did not entirely trust Lela, even now that they were free. There was good reason for that. Sonya had heard the scratching of a twig into the dirt, the dull sound of charcoal breaking against bare skin. She had felt the upraised paper Lela'd stolen from their father's office the night he'd died. She had sensed the gaze of someone who had killed many innocents upon her, likely the gaze of a State Alchemist from the Ishvalan War. Sonya did not trust alchemists as far as she could throw them, despite one major thing standing in the way of her theory.

Sonya was the only Animalia sister to be able to use alchemy. She merely had to close her sightless eyes, clasp her hands together as if in prayer, think of a few shapes stolen from the mists of her subconscious mind, and press her palms to an object to activate her alchemy. It was her single greatest shame, and she did everything in her power to suppress it. Was it justice? No, but that was okay. Sonya didn't believe in justice anyway.

(1 year later)

Sonya did not like being imprisoned by the alchemists, but she did like being kept in the same room, which gave her the confidence she always gained when in familiar surroundings. She never did like alchemists, not since she'd firmly decided Lela and her number-working was alchemy and was in league with the others. Sonya, unlike her older sister, did not experience visions of grandeur and wasn't expecting the alchemists to restore her sight. They didn't give a damn about whether she could see or not, and quite frankly, neither did she. You couldn't miss what you had never experienced. Even so, she didn't think they would do what they'd thought was a worthwhile experiment but she thought, along with the rest of the world, was wrong.

They poisoned her food with enough toxins to kill a full-grown bull elephant in the prime of its life. She never stood a chance, falling to the ground of her prison lifelessly. In her last moment of life, she thought weakly, If I ever meet up with Lela in the afterlife, I will personally kill her, I promise.

(Exact time unknown)

Sonya slowly opened her eyes to see something. It was nothing important, just blinding white, but it was still so much more that what the little blind girl was used to. She held perfectly still, overwhelmed by sensation, and closed her eyes in an attempt to seek some familiarity in her unexpected situation. "Come now, little one. Hiding from change will get you nowhere in life," a voice nearby said, startling the girl.

"Who are you?" she squeaked, terrified.

A light chuckle met her ears as a hand gently stroked her forehead. "I have many names and many faces. I doubt you would want to know them all. Let's just say I am the Truth and leave it at that for now, little Sonya."

The girl cocked her head, confused, but did not dare to so much as crack open an eye to behold this place. "Where am I?"

"A strange question for you to ask. Most would be asking if I am God or 'what the hell was I thinking, bringing them here' is another popular one, especially these days with all that alchemy bullshit."

"I don't like alchemists either. They were the ones who poisoned me, you know."

"My dear," the Truth choked out, seemingly holding back laughter, "you are an alchemist."

"Don't remind me," she grumbled. "Now, will you please tell me where we are?"

"That's another hard question to answer, pet, as we are both everywhere and nowhere all at once. The domain of the Gate exists wherever it must."

"Fan-fucking-tastic."

"That's rather strong language for someone so young," the Truth chided gently.

"Who are you, my parent?"

"Yes… and no."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It isn't. I'm sorry to interrupt our lovely conversation, but you must pass through the Gate if you wish to remain untainted."

"Yes," she murmured confusedly, letting the creepy black arms take her through the ominous arch, her final words echoing back to the Truth. "Good-bye."

The Truth smiled sadly. "Farewell… Justice."

(1 year after previous stated time)

Sonya gasped, her body arching in pain. Something was not right. Her sight was already gone again, and she felt strange, almost as if she had wings. Her gut twisted painfully as a needle shoved into her arm, and she screamed loudly. Her mind didn't know what was wrong, it was still too busy reeling from what she'd learned in the Gate to comprehend much of anything, but her body did. "Stop trying to purify me!" she screeched, eyes flashing purple, "Carrying the blessing of God will consume me!" There was another injection, prompting another buck, and she screamed as the agony rolled on.

When the pain finally left her gasping on the cold concrete floor, her oldest sister was there, stroking her hair and murmuring, "Come on Sonya. We're leaving, before its' too late."

Sonya glared at Lela, anger burning in her red eyes. "It already is too late, you bitch."

Ed: Why is it that we're the only ones here?

Envy: Because I left them to go loot Wal-Mart.

Lela: Why aren't you there with them?

Envy: There wasn't anything really left to burn or destroy.

Ed and Lela: Oh.

Kayla: Reviews will be rewarded with licks because they will bring the mailman!