Preface

Its funny how things never turn out the way I'd expect. Quite comical, it was, that in the near year I had been separated from the homunculi, everything about me had changed, from the length of my hair to the way I thought. Even my name had seemed to change in the ten months I had traveled with the Elric brothers. "Everything is different, but everything is the same." Someday, I would figure out what Hohenheim had meant by that.

--To Take a Life--

My name was Nemesis, after the ancient goddess of Revenge, although that was not my take on her. Nemesis stood for equality. She was all for 'an eye for an eye'. She stood for everything being equal, being fair. That's not what I believed in. Life wasn't fair, and that's as simple as it got. Innocent people got screwed over and had their lives ruined for absolutely no reason at all, and bad people who did no good for the society went unpunished.

I was fifteen years old back then, with long and straight blonde hair that flowed down to the small of my back, and bright, piercing blue eyes. My eyebrows were naturally arched upwards, which gave me the permanent look of surprise. I was thin and fit, because of constant exercising. I was quick on my feet and very skilled at physical combat. I had pale skin, but not ghostly pale, and I was highly intelligent, if I do say so myself, and also witty and cunning. Sarcasm was like a second language to me, and I could hardly control it.

I was kidnapped when I was two years old. Of course, I didn't know this then, when I was fifteen. I didn't even know my birthname back then. Back then, I was aware that my parents and older sister had been slaughtered and I alone had survived. However, back then, the death of my biological family had been a vague, distant thought in the back of my mind that I had never really spent much time pondering about. I was too young to remember much about them when they had died, and, at the juvenile age of fifteen, I was simply too young to care. In the future, I would be guilty, ashamed, that I never gave a second thought to my mother, father, and sister that I had possessed in my first two years of life.

But my story, or at least the most exciting bits of it, begins when I was fifteen years old, so I'll only tell you about the emotions I felt back then. At fifteen, the most important thing to me, the thing that I strived most to achieve, was pleasing Envy. Everything I did, every move I made, was for Envy. I lived my entire life for him, ever since I was two years old and he had 'found' me after I had seen my parents and sister murdered in front of my very eyes.

Now, it seems foolish of me to think that I had never once questioned how Envy had found me right away, had never once questioned how he seemed to be so at ease when a two year old splattered in someone else's blood had approached him cautiously.

Of course, though, I had already emphasized my idiocy at the age of fifteen, hadn't I?

Then…there was Edward Elric. I would meet him at the age of fifteen years old, and he would be the last thing I thought of when I died, two years later. Before I met Edward, I hadn't the slightest consideration or concern for anyone else in the world besides myself, save Envy. I hadn't a care in the world and I most certainly had no clue what love, what compassion, really was, even though I had fooled myself for thirteen years believing I loved Envy.

Edward Elric would be the victim of my constant teasing, ridiculing, and the heart of my soulless cruelty, but he would also be the being I cared about more than myself.

I would mock his height, beliefs, and personality. I would love his red coat, automail, and golden eyes. I would cause him to feel uncomfortable, jealous, and adolescent. I would bring him great happiness, comfort, and love.

I had no idea of how much my life would change when I would be given the task of killing the Fullmetal Alchemist. I had been told close to nothing about what I was even supposed to do, how I was supposed to take his life. The only thing they had informed me of was that I needed to take my time and make sure I got under Fullmetal's heavy veil of paranoia.

I didn't know back then that they, the homunculi, had raised me like a pig for slaughter—or for better terms, a slave to do their dirty work, and that my life's intention to them was to serve. I had no idea when I first set out on the long journey that would eventually bring me to my new life, that to them, I was expendable, disposable.

But as I've stressed countless times, I was a fool, and my naivety would eventually become my downfall.

My name is Nemesis, and this is my story.