Hello! Well it looks like I am now writing for this fandom! I hope to do my best with this story, but this will be my first time writing with FMA characters. Please be nice to me. *Bow*

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING, those belong to their respective creator: Hiromu Arakawa.

Actually technically I don't even own the story because I adobted it from: KimiUzumaki. (Say Hi!)

Words: about 4900~

Warnings: Possible OOCness and incorrect grammar (I don't have a beta)

Well, onto the show!

The 'clip-clop' of heavy boots moving over ceramic flooring reached the room about five seconds before the door smashed open to reveal a young boy. His long golden blonde hair was tied tightly in a braid, trailing down his back. His red coat billowed behind him showing a flash of the crucified serpent, visible for a split second, before the coat returned to its normal position around the boy's shoulders. He had a scowl on his face, as golden eyes scanned the area venomously.

"Where is the colonel bastard!" he fumed noticing the vacant seat in the front of the room. The other four occupants of the room turned to the boy, semi-used to the boy's antics, though still a little frightened by the aura rolling of the teen. A young woman in her mid-twenties with long blonde hair neatly tied up to resemble a bird's tail and short bangs parted on the left walked around the desks towards the boy, holding a packet of documents under one of her arms. Her blue army uniform sat around her form snuggly, but the boy didn't really pay it any mind.

"The colonel is currently in an impromptu meeting. He should be out in about a half hour. He asked me to tell you to remain here until he was done." The women explained formally. The young boy glowered, and then groaned putting his hand to his face.

"Of course he would be out! That stupid bastard." The boy mumbled under his breath.

"Edward… I would ask that you refrain from calling the colonel that… especially when the door is still wide open." The woman stated glancing to the door way. Ed pursed his lips then turned to close the entrance.

"Chief! What's got you all worked up this morning? Finally found a girl?" A young man stated leaning back casually in his seat; his blonde hair resembled a star burst in the front with the rest combed back into place. He had a cigarette dangling haphazardly between his lips.

"Of course not! I'm not like you! And anyways it's the bastards fault, he called me here!" the boy shouted, frown firmly in place, his arms were crossed over his chest in indignation. The man just laughed, ignoring the boys threatening posture.

"Second Lieutenant, haven't I told you before not to smoke in the office? And don't you have some paper work to finish?" The woman stated calmly, the click of the safety unlocking on a gun caused the man to freeze for a second. He quickly took the cigarette out of his mouth.

"Ah… haha… I was just about to do that…" the man stated putting it out as he glanced nervously at the woman, who simply nodded. The click of the safety slipping back into place allowed the group to relax.

Ed walked forward, no longer stomping across the floor like a stampede of elephants. He passed the desks for the 'bastards' subordinates and sat down on a leather couch, situated in front of the main desk, which was still empty of any occupants.

The room was quiet except for the scratch of pen against paper and the occasional murmur of resentment… or resignation at the tasks that had to be done. Ed sighed in annoyance letting his arms dangle over the back of the coach.

A little while later the woman came over handing him a cup of tea.

"I thought you might be thirst," she stated simply.

"Thank you lieutenant Hawkeye." Ed said, taking the warm cup in his hands. Hawkeye nodded and headed back to her seat.

He blew on the tea until he was satisfied, and then took a sip. It was good, a little bitter but still sweet due to the honey that was mixed in. It tasted like apple cinnamon. He began to calm down, drinking the tea gratefully. He had been having a rough day as it was. Thinking back, it began when the bastard had called him at some ungodly hour of the morning, just to tell him he needed to meet with him later.

He had tried to fall back to sleep, but as the minutes changed into hours he finally gave up. He got up to Al questioning him on why he was awake.

He had been unable to respond to his brother, too tired to converse with the other boy. Al had quickly understood and had remained silent for the time. Ed went to get out of bed, just to find that the sheets had tangled around his legs. Unable to catch himself, he fell face first onto the floor with a loud thud.

"Brother!" Alphonse shouted, his young voice resonating in the large armor.

"I'm fine." Ed stated messaging his face. Luckily nothing was broken, much to his relief. After getting untangled he stood up to get his clothes. He walked towards the dresser and then internally cursed as he tripped on the wood floor and smashed his left shoulder into the corner of the dresser, causing a sharp pain to shoot up his arm. He gritted his teeth, frowning. His head was beginning to hurt from its meeting with the floor and now his shoulder stung. He continued cursing under his breath as he got changed, much to Al's chagrin.

"Brother… are you sure you're okay?" Al asked again looking at the other with his soulful red eyes.

"Yes Al. I'm fine." Ed stated glancing over at his brother calmly. Al sighed in response.

"If you say so…"

After a few more mishaps with clumsiness they were finally out the door heading towards the 'bastards' office. Along the way he had been, somehow, mistaken as a girl and was hit on by a group of guys.

"Hey! Want to come over? I'm sure you'll have a lot of fun." A voice sounded from behind the two boys. They had kept walking, thinking that the person was talking to someone else. "Hey! The girl in the red alchemic coat, why don't you come here!" Ed froze. Al, noticing Ed's reaction began to slowly back away from the other boy.

"What did you call me?..." the boy seethed under his breath, feeling a vein pop. Al turned to see who was talking and began to feel a little bad for the speakers… only a little though. It was a group of boys a bit older then Ed. The leader was smirking ahead at the blonde.

"A girl… what did you think I was talking about, petite princess?" Al mentally face palmed. Oh, they had done it now.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SMALL THAT THEY WOULD NEED TO LOOK THROUGH A HUNDRED POWER MICROSCOPE TO SEE THEM, YOU BASTARDS!" The shout had caught the boys off guard as the blonde turned on them, radiating an aura that would have made the devil quake in fear. Within moments the group was on the ground, Ed pummeling them to within an inch of their life. Al covered his eyes. After the sounds stopped, he spread his fingers, looking through the holes in his hands. Ed had gotten up and was clapping his hands as if he had finished a job well done. He no longer looked as furious, much to Al's relief. The boys were heavily beaten, but they were well enough to flee for their lives, puddles of liquid visible where they had fallen.

"So, shall we get breakfast?" Ed asked smiling at his brother. Al nodded a little nervously, glad that his brother had calmed down a little. They walked forward heading towards one of the many food vendors on the street and went to order. Ed reached into his pocket and then froze. Al glanced over at him, confused by the action. The confusion turned to exasperation when he noticed the other boys steadily paling face.

"Brother… did you forget to bring money?..."

"Of course not! Haha…. Why would you think that?!" Ed stated not looking at Al at all. Al sighed and just shook his head, he couldn't resist chuckling, his brother was being such a klutz today and it was actually kind of funny. Ed, hearing the small sound, glanced over in confusion.

"Al, did you say something?"

"Nope~" Ed frowned, sensing the smile behind the word. He sighed and pulled out what he had, which was only a few coins. He handed them to the vendor who promptly gave him some food. Ed looked down at the measly supplies, shaking his head in exasperation. He ate it quickly and groaned when he realized he was still hungry.

Ed frowned as he took another sip of his tea. 'My luck is just not with me today is it?' he thought, hearing his stomach growl in agreement. 'Damn, and it isn't even noon.' His expression soured. Then soured even more as the door opened and the sound of cloth swishing signaled the entrance of a high ranking officer.

"Fullmetal, glad you could join us today."

"Bastard colonel." Ed nodded towards the older man who had just walked into his line of sight. He was comparatively tall with short black hair and cunning dark eyes. Those eyes were now looking over the young boy, as if seeing past his façade. Ed's frown deepened and he crossed his hands over his chest.

"So… what do you want." The boy looked at him steadily, poker face in place. The man sat down smirking. Ed hated that smirk.

"I have a little assignment for you… it's not to to difficult, I think you should be able to handle it." The man had his elbows resting on the desk, hands folded in the air in front of his face.

Ed stiffened at the 'little' remark but held back a rant that was on the tip of his tongue.

"It's simple, a get in get out endeavor; basically, a reconnaissance mission." He leaned back and pulled out a file from a pile of work on his desk. He threw it at the boy who caught it, barely restraining himself from yelling at his superior officer.

"I think you should be able to do it, quickly and efficiently, I want the report by the end of the day, so get to it." Ed gritted his teeth gripping the file tightly.

"Fine." He snarled, standing up.

"Oh! And Fullmetal?..." The boy turned, looking pointedly at the other. "…Don't do anything reckless." The boy huffed and left without another word.

"Sir… I don't mean to be rude but… shouldn't someone else take that case… those boys are still recovering from-"

"Lieutenant! I understand your concern… but at the moment no one else is available… Not only that… but we need those kid's to get over it quickly… I can't shelter them from those sorts of crimes forever." The colonel, Roy mustang, looked at the other woman firmly, his eyes conveying everything they needed to. After a moment Hawkeye nodded, resigned.

"…I understand sir…"

"So brother what did he need from you?"

"…Another mission." Ed stated, opening the file to scan over the report. His eyes narrowed and his hand started shaking.

"Brother?..." Al questioned worriedly.

"That… that damn Mustang! What the hell!" Al looked at him then looked over the report in his hand.

Al frowned… or at least it sounded like he did. "So basically… people have been going missing around central and the police have no clues on who the culprit might be, to add onto that there have been more and more recent sightings of chimera in the vicinity. Central suspects that the culprit might be hiding in the abandoned building right outside the edge of the city and wants us to investigate to find out if that is actually the case… "

"Ugh! Chimera's… I have bad luck with those." Ed stated letting his hand trail down his face in a mixture of annoyance and anger. His eyes saddened slightly at a recent memory. Gritting his teeth, he let out a breath, and, doing what he does best, he went into a good old fashioned rant. "Not only that! He wakes me up before the freaken sun's up then has me wait JUST so that he can give me a simple investigation! That damn colonel! Doesn't he realize I have better things to do?!" He crumpled up the report and stuffed it into his pocket, his eyes were shut and his fist shook slightly. "Come on Al, let's go. The sooner we get this done the sooner we can look for the stone."

Al nodded following closely behind, his own emotions hidden behind unfeeling metal.

A while later they arrived at their destination. Ed had his hands stuffed deeply into his pockets and he was shivering slightly from the cold.

"Well… this looks like the place… looks like something out of a cliché fan fiction written by a teenager."

"Brother!"

"What! It's true, I mean the place looks absolutely abandoned, in those stories we often read as children didn't that usually mean that there is some huge labyrinth underneath with intricate winding paths and secret entrances?"

"Brother… I think you read too many fantasy stories…"

Edward rolled his eyes then walked forward. "Whatever let's get this over with."

"Um… should we really be just waltzing in like this?..." Al asked nervously, following his brother closely as they moved towards the house. It was a decent sized, one floor building. The paint was starting to peel off the sidings and the windows looked grungy. Ivy wrapped around parts of the building as grass and other weeds swayed gently outside, reaching heights of up to Ed's knees.

Ed smirked. "It'll be fine! And hey! Maybe I can even show up that cocky bastard colonel!" Al sighed then followed after the hyper boy who was already walking through the doorway. Inside was a long hallway, with wooden doors on either side. Ed looked around, suddenly a lot more wary. It was still bright outside but the inside was dusty and dark, light shined from the open door at the entrance, but that was it. Cautiously he opened the first door on the left. The room was messy with paper littered all over the floor. Light struggled through the grunge covered window, casting a mix of shadows and grays on the, already, shaded floor. There was the scent of mold and decay. It looked like the room hadn't been used in a while. Ed looked around at the papers, examining them carefully, but there was nothing; just reports and figures that didn't match up. After a moment they left and tried another door. They continued in this fashion through a couple more doorways, going from right to left all the way up the hallway.

Ed groaned as he closed the final door to the end of the hall. The door had led to a kitchen that was connected to a dining room, but nothing stood out. It seemed like there was no electricity and no running water.

"Well, it looks like it's going to be a short report. The colonel was wrong; no one has lived here for years." Ed stated resting against a sturdy wood wall right next to the kitchen doorway. Light danced through the opening from the many glass windows allowing the brothers to clearly see the hallway and surrounding area. There was almost no sound except for the distant bustling of cars, and the sound of city folk. The house was quiet, creaking every so often because of the wind. "I'm not sure why or how they suspected this location in the first place but it doesn't look like there is anything here." Ed stood up, no longer seeing any reason to lean against the wall. He sighed in annoyance as he unfolded his arms.

"…I agree… not only that but this place creeps me out… I want to leave." Al mentioned, his voice shaking with a semi-suppressed fear.

"Are you afraid some ghoul or something is going to pop out? Jeez Al, I think you're the one who's been reading too many fantasy stories."

"Brother!" Ed just chuckled, walking back towards the front door; he stretched his arms over his head and turned back to his brother, placing said arms behind his head.

"Hey Al, Let's get something to eat, I'm starving!"

"Brother." Al let out an exasperated sigh and shook his head as the blonde walked out braid swinging back and forth like a pendulum. All the sudden the boy stopped, causing Al to bump into him. This sent the boy sprawling on to the dusty, dirt-trodden floor.

Ed groaned messaging his nose, which had once again made contact with the ground. "Al." Ed whined as he sat up, still messaging said part.

"I'm sorry!" the young voice responded quickly bending down to help his brother up. "I didn't mean it!" the insistent childish voice sounded odd coming from the dark, looming suit of armor.

"It's fine." Ed stated dusting himself off, then the boy looked back at what had made him stop.

"Hey al… how many doors are there on either side?"

"Huh?" Al asked confused by the sudden and random question, swinging his head back and forth. Ed could almost imagine him raising an eyebrow, if it wasn't for the fact that he was thinking of something else at the moment.

"…it looks like… 5…" Ed mumbled, answering the question himself. He looked on either side then walked backwards. 'These doors are even with each other…' he walked forward, 'it looks like the right door is slightly closer to the previous door then the left… same with this one… yet this one looks like it's closer to the door in front which means…' Ed turned. There was a small space between the doorways, made a little wider due to the slight shift from the doors on either side. He smirked, eyes shining in anticipation and amusement. "Bingo."

"Brother… what did you find…"

"I found that secret entrance." Ed stated rapping his knuckles against the solid wood, grinning devilishly.

"…" Al stared at him for a moment and then walked forward, standing next to the petite boy. "So how do we get in?" He turned to his brother who was feeling around the area carefully.

After a moment of feeling around the rough wooden wall and knocking his knuckles against random indents he exclaimed "a-ha!"

The wood paneling moved to reveal a narrow entranceway between the two doorways, dust filtered to the ground as wood chips clattered harmlessly around the two boys.

"See." Ed gestured widely, grinning. He was excited, his childish side wanting to explore the "hidden treasure" he had found. His more rational side saying that he needed to be careful, remembering the reason they had been there in the first place. The second thought sobered his mood a little, causing the grin to wilt into an impassive line. The boy sighed, letting out a long breath.

"Well, the reports not going to be written by itself I guess, so let's get going." Without a seconds delay he walked in. Looking left and right he stepped forward. He blinked in sudden dread then looked down, realizing his leg was suspended over thin air. He yelped as he tumbled down landing painfully on his butt. The boy groaned, messaging the area with a frown. 'Dang, what's up with me falling all over the place today.' He thought with a slight whine. A second later he was flat on his face as Al landed on his back, tossing him unmercifully to the hard, cold ground. Ed groaned.

"Al… Can. You. PLEASE. Get off!" Ed ground out, struggling to breath under the heavy suit of armor.

"Oh! I'm sorry." Al stated getting up, so as not to hurt his brother farther.

"You know?... I wouldn't be surprised if I have a concussion with all the impacts my bodies been taking with the ground today" Ed groaned, eyes closed as he felt an incoming headache, his hand moving to message his stinging back. His bruise collection just from today was astounding; he really hoped that it wasn't an omen of things to come. 'With my luck, it is.' Ed thought as he got up and looked around.

"You know… sometimes… I hate when I'm right…" Ed continued in a whisper, looking at the white walls on either side of them extending off into the distance in both directions. He could see twists ahead on both sides, yet no doorways.

"That's rare… you hate when you're wrong… It's surprising to hear you say the opposite…" Al stated, looking over at his brother, "and are you sure you're okay? You have been extremely clumsy today…"

"Al, I've said it before and I will say it again, I'm Fine. And anyways, I really hoped that the house was a false lead for once, just so that I wouldn't have to worry about the damn assignment… and chimera's…" Ed looked down, solemnly, images of a large white creature saying his name in a pitiful, pain filled voice flashed behind his eyelids. He shook his head trying to erase the thought.

"Oh…" Was the only thing Al could say, the simple word showing he understood more then he wished.

"Ne… brother, how about we go this way… doesn't this way lead closer to central?" Al asked, looking at his brother curiously; trying to change the subject. He was sad too, remembering the scene itself, but he knew his brother still beat himself up over the whole incident so he did what he could to break the older boys' train of thought. Ed blinked, thought for a moment then nodded.

"Yeah… come on let's go!" he exclaimed, throwing in as much excitement as he could. He threw on a poker face and marched off towards where Al had been pointing. Al looked at his brothers back for a moment and sighed. A moment later he followed.

They walked along quietly, Al only making a clanking sound once or twice. Considering the fact that he was all armor his footsteps were quite faint. Ed moved forward using adrenalin to keep his mind off of recent memories. He glanced left and right, as if an attack would come at any moment. It was eerily quiet; the only sound was the soft hum of the lights faintly illuminating the long corridor. Ed and Al turned the corner and noticed a couple doorways. On either side, soft light filtered from underneath them. The two paused, glancing at each other, then at the doorways that stood out against the continuous white surrounding them. Slowly Ed opened the door on the right and looked in, while Al checked the one on the left. Ed sighed, partially in relief, finding that there was nobody in the room. The only thing there was a desk, a chair, a bed and some paper littered around. Al's was the same way, though it was a little neater. The two closed the doors quietly then looked at each other once more.

"…What is this place?" Al asked, worriedly. Ed put a hand on his chin in silent thought.

"Without a doubt… this is what Colonel bastard wanted us to find… but we don't have any information. This place looks like it's been used a lot more but… that only proves that there are people staying here… theirs no evidence indicating that this place has anything to do with the kidnappings… or the chimera for that matter…" Ed stated, frowning, his golden eyes flashing with hidden emotions, looking older then they should. Al nodded in agreement, looking worriedly over at his brother.

"You know… I think we should get out of here…" Al stated.

Ed glanced over letting the hand on his chin drop slightly. He noticed the suit of armor trembling, as if in fear.

"We can't." Ed stated fiercely. He relaxed slightly, letting his features take on a calm poker face, "That bastard would give me an earful saying how I failed the mission and ran because I was scared of ghosts or some such nonsense. No. I would rather swim through the desert without water then think of turning back without evidence." The boy put his arms over his chest. Though his voice was calm his expression was anything but. Al sighed, noticing his brother's signature look of defiance, the stubborn air that surrounded the boy could be felt for miles.

"Fine." He stated, resignedly.

Ed nodded letting his arms fall softly to his side, "Good! So let's be off, we have got to find some evidence to prove or disprove that someone lives here." Ed turned back to the hallway and moved forward walking quickly and purposefully.

"Wait!" Al shouted quietly. He ran to catch up to his brother, even though his stride length was considerably longer than the other boys.

They continued forward finding dead ends and random rooms in differing stages of cleanliness. The air felt stale as they moved yet the lights along the corridor began to grow steadily brighter. Ed felt like he was on to something, he felt giddy with anticipation, yet at the same time he felt tense; even worried, though he would never admit it out loud.

They turned another corner and stopped dead in their tracks.

In front of them was a large double doorway. The ceiling seemed to curve up to it, creating an upside down slope. Ed glanced quickly to his left and right noticing the gentle curve that the walls had until they reached the wide entrance. The doors were a thick wood, ordinate and beautiful in their simplicity.

"Well… if that isn't a dead giveaway that there is something important ahead… I don't know what is." Ed stated looking up to the top of the doorway. Al nodded in agreement. Ed looked over to his brother questioningly.

"Well… you ready for this?" the boy asked.

"Ready when you are, brother." Al stated, determinedly.

Ed walked forward and swung the doors open with a loud bang. Once inside he froze, along with Al, and stared at the scene in horror. He felt his stomach twist and he suddenly had the urge to hurl. A disgusting stench permeated the room beyond.

"What the-!" Ed stammered quickly bringing his hands to his face to stifle the smell. Images passing in front of his eyes that he didn't want to remember. Inside there was a large room with cells lining one wall. Inside the cells were different species of animals, all of which were silent, also understanding the horror before them. On the opposite side were tools, from a metal table to doctor's tools that still dripped with fresh liquid. On the ground was a huge transmutation circle. Within the white chalk lines was a body; blood splattered out in all directions as if trying to get away from the twisted monster in the center; spraying the walls and floor in the crimson liguid, that slowly dripped down to puddle on the floor.

"Another failure~ I guess that specimen didn't work very well now did it… all well, guess I have got to get a new one, right fluffy?" Ed turned to see a man in a bleached white lab coat. His black hair hung around him unwashed and limp. It was greasy and about shoulder length. His face was turned away, but his hand, which were quite bloody, was petting a… dog like thing… the thing was trying desperately to move away from him, but couldn't due to a collar holding him strictly in place. The thing looked dog like except it had the face of a human, a young male at that. There were tear streaks in his eyes; blood dripped down his face as the man continued to pet him. He looked like a kid, except for the large body, which had thick black fur… It was gruesome and twisted. To add onto that, blood seemed to drip down in rivulets around the two creatures, staining the coarse fur and white lab coat to create an otherworldly hell. Ed stared and then gritted his teeth as anger flashed across his face, understanding causing suppressed emotions to rip through his small frame. 'How dare he… ' Ed thought fury seeping into his system with the ferocity of a hurricane. Next to him he could physically feel Al tense. 'How dare that… that bastard do something like this! Isn't it fuckin' enough that I had to deal with Tucker! And now I have this asshole! What the hell!' Ed glowered, images flashing through his head at lightening speed as he sprang forward, a shout ripping from his lips.

A heartbeat later the man was slammed against the wall behind him. Ed's hand gripped his collar, almost chocking him, as his face showed pure rage and anger. A flicker of sadness passed behind his eyes but he pushed it away. If looks could kill the man would have been dead ten times over.

"What. The. Hell!" Ed spat, shaking the man roughly. "Why the fuck are you doing this! You're taking innocent lives you bastard!"

The man simply grinned, blood running from his lip, mingling with steadily drying blood already on his face and body. The grin was malicious, and the blue eyes, hidden partially by the black hair had an insane look to them. The man seemed unfazed about the fact that he was choking to death.

The grin widened.

"Will you help me?"

Well there is the end of the first chapter. Hope you liked it and please... go down to that box below, the pretty little (*WHO ARE YOU CALLING SHORT!*) box down there, and type a review! please be nice, oh! and guests are allowed as well.

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