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The Black Diamond Chronicles- FMA- Death Wish Ch.2Chapter 2: Lost In EmptinessThe Black Diamond Chronicles- FMA- Death Wish Ch.2 by UnsunkenHedgehog101
2 Months, 3 Weeks, and 4 Days after Al was turned into a chimera...
General Roy Mustang shuffled clumsily through the documents in his hands. Almost all of them had to do with the secret base of the men who were turning average citizens into chimeras, and the base was left abandoned. Except for the chimeras. Last checked, the documents said, there was over 50 chimeras hidden in cages, two for each one. Around 37 were dead, the rest were dying or starving horribly.
And Mustang was supposed to go down into it and get out information on the hideout and who could've been there turning people into chimeras, and see if there were any clues on Alphonse's disappearance, for he was told that Al never went to Xing. It didn't make sense. But what did make sense was if Alphonse was turned into a chimera. It would explain everything. Roy prayed that his hypothesis wouldn't be correct.
Phoenix Among Dragons - Chapter 3Chapter 3: Lost and FoundPhoenix Among Dragons - Chapter 3 by MinervaAe
Ten Years Ago
Hidden away in the choir loft of an abandoned church, the Ishvalan man with the X-shaped scar on his face and no name sat surrounded by the stacks of documents he had stolen from the military the night before.
He leafed through the papers in his hands and scowled. He had taken a considerable risk breaking into Central Command to steal these files, records from the laboratory where he had rescued the little Ishvalan girl two years before. He had hoped to learn something of her identity, but there was nothing in them about who she was, only what had been done to her, and even that was coded in alchemic gibberish. The language of blasphemy.
Still scowling, he tossed the last of the documents aside and instead turned to stare out of the loft’s leaded glass window, below which lay a neighborhood park where the Ishvalan girl and her Amestrian companion came regularly to play. Today they were engaged in a game of tag, w
Open Up -- FMA OCs Oneshot~*~*~*~Open Up -- FMA OCs Oneshot by xXSakura25Xx
"Brother, it's late. You should've been in bed hours ago," Elena groggily chided Sato.
After only a brief rest for the first few hours of the night, the ten-year-old had awoken, and immediately took notice of her older brother. The young man was wide awake, though the faint trace of circles underneath his eyelids showed a more exhaust rather than a worried alertness that shimmered in his rustic brown eyes. He sat at the foot of the bed, staring silently and straight ahead into space. The same exact place he had been hours ago when the two first turned in for the night.
Sato only chuckled. "I thought the little kids were the ones who had a curfew."
Elena immediately gave her brother one of her usual calm, albeit slightly disappointed, frowns, unamused by his attempt at a joke. "Do you know what time it is?"
He casually glanced over at the clock. "Late. Like you said."
The younger Mustang only sighed and sat up in bed. Wary not to wake her canine companion beside her, Elen
Phoenix Among Dragons - Chapter 2Chapter 2 - What is Not Lost or ForgottenPhoenix Among Dragons - Chapter 2 by MinervaAe
Eleven Years, Eight Months Ago
“Kayla sweetie, this way!” The little girl formerly known as Test Subject B looked up from the butterfly she was following to find her parents waiting for her ahead on the sidewalk. “Don’t you want to get home and try on your new things?” Lavinia asked patiently, gesturing with the large paper shopping bags she carried in her hands. Kayla pointed in silent objection at the slowly receding butterfly. She wanted to keep looking at it—it was purple!—but she had no way of telling them that, which frustrated her greatly. It seemed that no one except her friend from the lab, now lost to her, would ever be able to hear her thoughts.
“There will be lots of other butterflies,” Vincent chuckled and held out his hand to her. “But let’s go home and get some lunch. I’m hungry!” Grateful that they had at least unders
Dream20130714 - The Amestrian Mineshaft IncidentSunday, July 14, 2013Dream20130714 - The Amestrian Mineshaft Incident by Contraltissimo
I had a friend with me. Another girl, I think.
We had fallen down a mineshaft.
But we were past all that at this point; the two of us were in some kind of hospital. The walls and floors and ceilings were light-colored, and clean. Our beds were soft and sweet. White curtains gave us peace and privacy. We were being well taken care of.
But there was something.... off. Was it something we noticed ourselves? Or had we overheard things? Things people weren’t supposed to say around us?
I remember the tame pink coloring of a few scattered scars. We were pretty beat-up by our ordeal, but our bodies were in fairly good working order. Except.... they didn’t feel like our bodies. I know my friend and I took a few slow and easy walks around our surroundings, but.... were we really walking? Were we in our skin? Did our bodies come with us? Or was it only our spirits? Or were these thoughts only the woozily confused result of our acciden
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