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Oh, by the way, at this point in time I'm not sure who I'm going to pair Swift up with- if anybody. I strongly believe you need to build up friendship before romance (which will be hard considering Swift thinks just about every guy character except for Al is an ass), so real romance would come much later anyways. If you guys have any suggestions who Swift should be paired up with, or if you think she shouldn't be paired with anyone at all, or you think I should make a character who she should be paired with (I guess Rebel counts), then I would greatly appreciate it if you tell me :)

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Drawn to Life

Nightmare-of-Doom

I stared solemnly at the floor as I continued to work steadily. I could feel my eyes sagging from lack of sleep and begging to close, but with a sharp mental reminder of why I've stayed awake for the past week, the tiredness seemed to melt into numbness. Come to think of it, my arms were also very tired from the tedious work of drawing on the floor with chalk with such precision. It didn't matter though; it would all be worth it in the end.

Where am I? What am I doing? Though my mind wasn't sure about what was going on, my body knew exactly what it was doing. I also was dead-set on what I was doing. I couldn't bring myself to stop; actually, I didn't have control over my body at all. Catching sight of what I was drawing, my focused sharpened on it and I listened closely to the monologue my mind was suddenly thrown into.

This transmutation circle had to be my greatest achievement yet. Yes, I was a good alchemist- some even call me a genius, but all my earlier projects pale in comparison to this. No, it wasn't even that they weren't impressive; they no longer mattered. None of them were as important as this. This…my hands shook at the thought of what failing this meant.

Human transmutation…is taboo. I've always known this. It seems that people were smart enough not to mess with it anyway. But now I have to question it; why not? We don't have a problem messing with animals and plants- why not humans? Why not bring people back from the dead?

My hands clenched and I paused for a moment to observe them. My light brown skin was covered in chalk and was rubbed red from holding it. They trembled now from being clenched so long. I observed it with a slightly detached interest; my health no longer mattered. He was dead, how could I think about my own comforts when his own discomfort was so much more permanent; I bet he was wondering what was taking me so long. I really shouldn't make him wait, it's very cruel.

I refocused on my work and guided my hand in the necessary movement to complete my circle. It was very intricate and far more complicated than many I've seen, and have done myself. After another hour passed me by, my arm did a final arc and the chalk I held in my hand, which was now reduced to a tiny wedge, completed the circle. I could've cried with happiness, but I kept myself in check. I could cry all I want once I had him back.

I grinned, although I'm sure it was a very tired one, as I shakily stood up. I smoothed down and straightened my skirts out of habit and clapped my hands together to dust off some of the chalk. I gazed at the huge transmutation circle that took up the entirety of the basement that I had secluded myself to. My friends figured I was just mourning, and as long as I remembered to take the meals they put outside the door every day, they didn't bother me (for the moment anyway). They would be appalled if they knew what I was doing, but they'll be just as glad as me when they see him; they'll see that what I'm doing is right. I allowed myself a contented sigh as I steeled my nerves, clapped my hands, and descended them towards the circle.

My eyes widened (though I'm starting to question whether or not they were actually mine) as I saw my hands descend towards the transmutation circle. I desperately tried to pull them back, but they didn't even waver. My breath started to rush out more in a panic (though I didn't hear any change in the steady rhythm, which struck me as strange; I pushed it back for the moment though) as I got closer and I swore that my heart would thud right out of my chest (this was something my body and I could agree on). What was I even doing here? Who did I want to bring back?

My grin widened to something I'm ashamed to say probably made me look like a mad-woman (though I am certainly not) and my curly hair tumbled freely over my shoulder as my fingers barely touched the rough ground. The circle glowed brilliantly and a rush of thrill and dread washed over me all at the same time as I looked expectantly to the bloody body of my beloved that lay in the middle of the circle and my eyes widened as-

I sat up in a cold sweat as my breaths came out in irregular puffs. I shakily wrapped my arms around myself and I had a faint feeling of disgust when I realized I had sweat through my clothes. A wave of nausea washed through me as I had the feeling that I wasn't completely in my body. That dream felt so real- I could feel everything in it. Suddenly, smells came rushing back to me and I nearly doubled over as the nausea got worse. That body in the middle had certainly been rotting and the coppery tang of blood clogged the air. I had said I had been down there for a week, right? I must have been desensitized to the smells and had not realized how much it reeked, but why am I smelling it now?

Was it a nightmare? Did Rebel send me a nightmare? Like in the last nightmare he gave me, I never actually said the name of the guy I was thinking of. The last nightmare was just as realistic as this one too, so I guess it makes sense. It didn't really feel like a nightmare though, it was more like...

I whipped my head up as I heard a voice from outside what I assume was a door. I cringed as a splitting pain that was enough to give me double vision suddenly tore through me from my head and I clenched my hands to the back of it. I looked up and was confused when even though my double vision cleared up, my vision was still very fuzzy. This quickly turned to panic when I realized that my glasses were missing.

I quickly whipped my head around, but the pain caused me to retreat to clenching my head for several more minutes until it let up enough for me to stand it. Not wanting to pass out from pain again, I much more carefully and slowly turned my head; trying to catch a glimpse of the outline of my glasses.

I soon found the blurry blue and black shape of my glasses next to me on what I assume was a table. I eagerly reached over and plucked them off the table and gingerly rested them on my nose; I smiled, happy to have my vision back. I then took the times to figure out where the hell I was.

The bland white walls were enough to tell me that I was in the hospital; which wasn't very surprising considering that the pain in the back of my head was enough to knock my senses back and help me remember what happened. Though, if I was remembering correctly and I was currently with the Elrics; I wouldn't put it passed Ed to let me bleed to death out of spite.

I sighed and touched my forehead; where I found bandages that no doubt encircled my head. I was surprised when I felt the coolness of automail radiating through them and put my hand in front of my face to find that my gloves were off.

Though I was sore, I pushed down the blankets that were covering my legs (while doing so I saw that I was wearing a hospital gown) and flexed my metal toes when I discovered that my feet were bare. I frowned when I thought that the Elrics now knew just how much automail I had- and the fact that I had enough bandages on me to make me look like a mummy. I had the same deal with my arms, and I also probably had a few around my torso. I guess more fragments of rubble got me than I thought.

"At least I'm alive," I sighed and clenched my metal a couple times; I still felt a little weird. It may be from drugs, but I think it's more from that nightmare-thing.

"So…she…conscious?"

I perked up slightly at the voice of a certain midget alchemist that was most likely heading towards my room.

"Well…and….probably won't be conscious for a few more days, at the least," a middle aged man, who was probably a doctor, spoke as he opened the door to my room and let both Elrics in. I was a little worried they'd be repelled by the noxious smell of dead bodies and blood, but they didn't seem bothered. Great, now I know I'm insane.

The doctor looked to where I was sitting and appeared very surprised, "Oh! Miss Black, I didn't expect you'd be awake! It's only been three days since you were admitted by these boys and after taking such a blow to the head and loosing so much blood, you shouldn't be awake for at least a few more days…"

Well, aren't I lucky? Maybe my body is used to losing a lot of blood and decided "Screw it, we've lost more blood than this before- up and at 'em Swifty; no rest for you!" or maybe that God-awful dream was enough to startle me out of what should have been a coma. Either one would do.

I gave the doctor a dull look that may have been close to a glare- I have the feeling he'd rather me be unconscious since he didn't want to be wrong about his diagnosis. At least the guy had the decency to look a bit embarrassed and coughed out an "it's good to see that you're awake."

I hate hospitals.

"Swift!" Al exclaimed, "I'm happy you're okay!"

I spied a certain bird on top of the shoulder of his amour and smiled, "Thanks Al, and thank you for taking care of Chipper."

Chipper trilled happily and swooped down onto my shoulder and nuzzled me affectionately. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the doctor open his mouth –no doubt to object to having a bird in the hospital; probably a health hazard or some crap like that- but with another withering glare, he shut up pretty quick.

"Oh, no need to thank me! She actually found her own food (we both decided to ignore Ed when he shouted about her taking his) and she stayed over here a lot," Al said bashfully. All three of us decided to ignore the doctor who was gaping indignantly; I guess he wasn't aware that Chipper had been over here. Well, what do you expect when you leave the windows open?

"The only reason the little demon bird was with us in the first place was because she attacked us every time we tried to open your bag!" Ed butt in and pointed angrily to several peck marks on his face.

"That's what you get for trying to go through other people's bags Ed-o. That's illegal you know," I eyed him with mock distaste and patted Chipper affectionately.

"I'm a damned state alchemist! I can go through your bag if I want!" Ed yelled, pulling out his state watch triumphantly.

"You really shouldn't pull your watch for everything Ed-o. I also believe that's called abusing your power; I should report you."

"!" I don't even know what Ed was yelling at that point, but I do know that it was very loud and very angry.

"Anyway," I yelled over Ed to snap him out of his temper tantrum, "Why didn't you just get Al to do it? Chipper couldn't hurt him."

"Al wouldn't do it," Ed sulked and sent a glare his brother's way.

"I don't think its right to go through other people's stuff, you shouldn't either brother!"

After they bickered for a bit longer (if the doctor wasn't still there I would've considered sneaking away) Ed finally calmed down and addressed the doctor, "Could you step out for a bit? We need to talk to her."

The doctor was all-too eager to get away from the crazy people and eagerly hurried out of the room. I already knew what this was about; the homunculi. I wasn't too worried though, I had a plan that hadn't failed me yet!

"So, what happened three days ago?" Ed asked seriously.

"I don't know, what did happen three days ago?"

It was silent for a moment before Ed burst out, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'WHAT HAPPENED'?"

Sheesh, you'd think I called him short. I gave him a pointed look that clearly said 'calm the hell down' and said lightly, "I think I messed up my memory a bit when I bumped my head and from the blood loss. The last couple days (when I was conscious) are kinda blurry. Would you mind telling me why the hell I'm in the hospital?"

Memory loss; works like a charm every time. I'm so lucky I pulled that off (as far as I can tell); I'm usually a horrible actress. I guess I can manage when it counts.

Ed and even Al looked at me disbelievingly for a little while before Ed spoke again, "Really?"

I nodded my head and he slapped his face while Al sweatdropped. I looked at them expectantly for an explanation; I really was interested if they'd tell me the truth. They exchanged a glance before the blond said, "Central was attacked again by Nightmare (okay, did he spread that name by himself, because that's way too convenient)- who I'm sure you heard of (which I hadn't- maybe I really should've asked around about Mr. Blue Eyes) and we found you talking to one of his accomplices."

Eh, so they forgot to mention the fact that we're dealing with homunculi. In fact, do they even know that Rebel and Envy are working together? After all, though he may be very strong, there's no proof that Rebel's a homunculus since he doesn't have violet eyes. After all, I wouldn't have thought so either if I hadn't had that vision when I entered the gate. Ed also didn't mention I looked terrified when I was talking to Envy; we weren't exactly having a nice conversation.

"Well, I kind of have a gash in the back of my head and a ton of cuts, so unless you did this to me, which I doubt you could actually do (insert yelling here), I'm guessing they had something to do with it. Considering people on friendly terms don't nearly kill each other, I'm guessing I wasn't having a friendly conversation with him. Also considering I don't know who the hell "Nightmare" is (which was true, I've never heard of "Nightmare", only Mr. Blue Eyes/Rebel) and I don't remember being acquainted with any terrorists, I don't think you have to worry about me being connected with them." Bitch

I've got to say, I impressed myself with that little speech. Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure that fried my brain, so let's hope the Fullmetal midget doesn't ask me anything else. It's weird, even though it was me saying that, I usually wouldn't be able to put my thoughts into words that smoothly. Maybe the need to not get screwed over by an overly suspicious alchemist gave me the extra kick I needed to help me spit that out and it was a onetime thing. Either way, I was pretty pleased with myself. Though, I really wish I had added the last part.

Ed and Al stared, openly surprised, though I think I had the same expression. My surprise quickly turned to smugness and I stared at them expectantly. Oh yeah, beat that Mr. Big Bad Alchemist.

Unfortunately, Ed doesn't like losing (as he clearly did lose) and had to have the last word, "Either way, you're going to have to come with us to headquarters for questioning, even if you did forget," which I'm beginning to think he thinks I'm faking, damn smart person.

"I don't want to go with you guys! No offense Al."

"None taken."

"Yeah, well I'm not too happy that I have to travel with some stupid mummy with three eyebrows," Ed shot back.

I twitched; must he always bring that up? "I don't want to travel with some paranoid midget alchemist with a black eye!"

"I'M NOT SHORT! And you have a black eye too!"

"It works for me!"

"You wish!"

"You're just jealous!"

"Who the hell would be jealous of you?"

Al sighed as he watched us bicker and had a feeling it would be a long trip back to East. He couldn't help but feel bad when a nurse came in and asked for his brother to not bother the patients, causing both of us to yell "stay out of it!" and for her to flee. Al wished his brother and I would at least try to get along. He figured traveling together might cause us to warm up to each other.

Or maybe not. Al sweatdropped as he watched his brother, a respected alchemist, scream as he was attacked by a black and white bird that had to be less than five pounds.

"Yeah, go for his eyes Chipper!" I cheered.

Yes, I unknowingly agreed with Al, it was going to be a long trip.

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A bit boring, but I didn't think I could pull off Swift hitting the road without going to the hospital for that gash in the back of her head. No worries, since Swift hates the hospital and Ed wouldn't wait for her anyway and they can both bully Al into it- they'll be on the road next chapter :)

Okay, is anyone else ready for Swift to kick someone's ass with her screwed-up alchemy? I know I am! And since I'm the author, I hope you're ready because it's going to happen!...In about three chapters :( Oh well, it's coming.

Oh- tell me what you think about Swift's nightmare-of-doom at the beginning of the chapter. What was up with that? (Though it's a tad obvious)

That's it! Review~