(A/N) This is what happens when i hav twenty minutes free time to sit in front of the computer. This was pretty random, I didn't put much thought into it but I guess it's not so bad.

Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist, or any of it's characters... no matter how much I wish it, they belong to Arakawa-sensei.

Chapter One: Heartless

She clenched her sides as the sent of bloodshed reached her. She felt sick to her stomach as she breathed in the repulsive arouma of war.

Thery were the ones at fault, she reminded herself, it was because of them she no longer had anything left to protect. It was because of them everything she knew and loved had fallen to pieces. Everything she'd known growing up, destroyed. And the damned, wretched millitary was to blame.

She held her weapon close, knowing that sooner than she wished, it would need to be fired. She remembered exactly how her father had taught her to use the gun and she repeated the steps over and over in her mind.

Time passed slowly as she sailed through her thoughts, feeling so oblivious to the sounds of anguish surrounding her. The distant, yet faint, sound of footsteps approaching caught her attention.

She loaded the gun and held her finger on the trigger.

Any second, she could kill. Any second she could die. Her fate seemed more uncertain than ever, but she was ready for whatever would come running down the hall.

She braced herself as the noise had come increasingly close. She held the gun out, her hands shaking with nervousness.

Suddenly a boy stopped down the hall from her and stared. He looked almost too young to be part of the military no older than herself. She began to lower her weapon when something caught her eye. The sign that he was an enemy. His pocket watch.

He was one of them, she thought, a state alchemist, a dog of the military who will kill the instant he's ordered to.

She held her stance. Thoughts soon raced through her mind. Why didn't she just kill him? Why hadn't he killed her? Her sweaty palms tightened their grip on her gun.

She could kill him. Who knew how many countless bystanders he'd killed already. He probably deserved it. Her finger grew closer to pulling the trigger. She had decided. Today he would die.

"Is there anyone left in there Elric?" a voiced nearby called out. Startled she froze in place.

"No," the boy called back to the voice "There's nobody left. Let's move on." And he turned and walked away, her eyes never losing sight of him.

Moments later the firearm from her hand hit the ground and she fell to her knees.

Had someone shown her mercy?

One of those people she had despised so much, for so long, had given her grace.

She owed her life... to a dog of the military.

Her head pounded with pain as she thought harder. How could someone so heartless let her escape with her life?

Or was she the heartless one... judging him so quickly.

(A/N) Not too short, not too long. And luckily, on my part, not too hard! So yeah I'll update soon... and even sooner if I get reviews from my dearest little readers. The next chapter will be longer too, I promise.