I fitted into my uniform. It's slightly baggy to fit in all my equipment but otherwise, it's just right. It's blue like the Army's with silver borders but a transmutation circle was added on. The symbol was simple, containing circles, pentagons and triangles. If I remember correctly, the symbol's meaning was 'protection of other people'. Very classic.

I stared at the mirror. My face had bruises on it; the purple tinged my pale white completion. My eyes were red like a demon's and my hair was deep black like an endless nightmare. Like my name. Such irony. Sometimes I wondered why I was called so but now, I couldn't get my answer anymore.

I slowly untied the bandages on my neck to reveal my birthmark. Or so I was told. The mark had a small dragon-like snake curled up and bitting its tail to form a circle. In the circle were two triangles formed together to make a star. In the star were a hexagon and three stripes. It's red and stood out on my neck. Like a curse.

I tied the bandages back on and focused my attention to my wounds. Not surprising, they had already turned from gashes and cuts to thin, angry pink lines. This always happened. Fatal stabs to my heart would turn into faint pale scars in a matter of seconds. It always made me wonder whether I'm some kind of mutant. I'd always ask Mum and she would always say 'You are no mutant. You are a human that both Daddy and I love.' But she would never look into my eyes when she said so. I trusted her nether the less. Now, I'm not so sure anymore.

There wasn't much left at home. Most of the rooms were burnt and all that remained were the items that were either partly burned or unvalued objects. Like my mother's hair tie. She's never seen a day without it. She said that Dad gave it to her when they started dating. I picked it up and placed it into my pocket. I'll give it back to her later at the funeral.

The only room that hadn't received any harm was my room. I bet no one had the guts to even enter my room, let alone destroy it. Nothing was touched. Nothing was broken. Nothing was inside. I didn't like to sleep in a closed area, so I always slept on the couch. My room was bare, not a thing in sight. No clothes. No bed. No table. Nothing. All the things I owned were in my parents' room. Of course, they were also the only things that still existed in this mess, like me. I had already collected all that was left and placed it in a backpack. Now, I'm ready, ready to leave my original home to be 'adopted' by a fellow human. That is, if the person IS human….

I walked out of my room to see the man. Roy Mustang was his name, which he had told me before we came to collect some things at home. He seemed kind but his eyes were dark without light, like he had done some unforgivable deed. But when that lady, Riza Hawkeye, walked close to him, he seemed to go red in the face. His feelings towards the woman were as obvious as pigs can't fly. But for some reason, Hawkeye didn't seem to notice his change of personality, unless she already knew. I doubt it. After all, she's probably too worried about her own feelings to notice others.

"Hey kid, what's your name?" I turned around and focused my sight on the State Alchemist. He didn't twitch under my glare; instead he seemed to be admiring my blood red eyes. I did't answer his question, instead turning around and heading for the car. He noticed this and rushed to my side.

"Kid, I asked a question"

"And I don't want to answer." My voice and breath were wasted on such a stupid statement and it wasn't really worth it either. Mustang seemed to be shaking. With fear? Or anger? Instead, I saw him laughing. Was he an idiot? Why was he laughing? No one laughed around me.

"Kid, even though you seem so cold, you seem to have a bit of humour in you. Anyway, it doesn't really matter whether you answer my question. I just don't want to be calling you 'kid' all the time. Unless you don't mind me doing so?" This man was crazy. Why was he so different from the rest? He laughed when I said the truth and didn't mind being around me. I will never get how the minds of idiots' work, I guess.

I felt a presence and turned around to see Hawkeye. She looked at me and smiled.

"Even though I don't know what it's like to lose both parents at the same time, I know it must hurt a lot. As a fellow female, I want you to know that I will support you the best I can." I was shocked. What happened to the world? What happened to everyone ignoring me, bullying me, hurting me? No, this must have been a trick. If only I could read minds. I wanted to believe them in my heart; to be accepted, but my head told me not to. I trusted my head more than my heart.