Mark of the Undead
"Are you awake?"
Where am I?
Who's talking to me? That's right. Robbers came to my house. They killed my parents. I open my eyes to see two adults leaning over me. A male with black hair and black eyes and a female with blond hair and hazel eyes. They both are wearing blue uniforms. I look around to see green mint walls, a heart monitor and other health instruments.
I'm in a hospital.
"Who are you two?" I ask.
"I am Flame Alchemist Roy Mustang and this is Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye. Nice to meet you."
"You're from the Army?" I must be imagining this.
What do they want from me?
"Your parents were the state alchemists Liquid Alchemist and Landscape Alchemist so the 'robbers' were probably hired to kill them. Your parents' last wish was that they wanted you to study the art of alchemy. You will be adopted by a state alchemist. You will be trained as an army officer and apprentice of alchemists. Do you accept?
I think.
I know the future ahead of me will be hard but what do I have to lose? Nothing. The choice to decline is tempting but I won't survive for a day if I'm left alone. But to be trained to kill is something I hoped would never have to happen. Why didn't I die? Because Mum and Dad protected me. Why did they protect me? Because they didn't want me to die.
"Yes."