The Oldest Elric

Chapter 1 :Memories

(Y/n) woke up in a sudden jolt, the memories of everything filled her brain. She sat there in bed remembering everything, the white obese, the door, the fear, and her mother. There was nothing that she could do now for it all happened, quicker and messier than she wanted. Taking a deep breath she calmed herself, regaining her surroundings. She looked around as the familiarizes of her own home started to make her feel welcomed. This wasn't her childhood home that she grew up in but, a little dainty home that she bought. As if the birds called to her as they sang in the morning, there was a knock at her door. Sighing, she reluctantly got up, ignoring her own mess of her housing she opened the door. "well good morning beautiful~" Havoc saluted to her with a small wink. He looked at her appearance, it was ragged and if he didn't know any better, he would of though she snuck into this home. "I look liked hell, i told you to be honest with me not to throw flirts around." (y/n) spoke to him in a flat tone, She moved to let him in as she picked up what she wanted off the floor. "geez.. what happened in here, you naturally keep it clean." Sight concern ran though havoc's voice as he took a seat at her table. (y/n) only acknowledge his question as she picked up, honestly she couldn't remember herself what she did. 

Havoc watched her slowly as she moved, even if they knew each other for a while, she was still a mystery to him. "I came here to fetch you for the colonel, he says he has a mission for you." A small chill ran up (y/n)'s back as she heard havoc speak. This wasn't to normal for him, naturally the colonel would call her and ask himself but this, sending one of his men was abnormal. "when do you plan on taking me? Hopefully not soon, my appearance is not up to standered." She looked at him to get more of a read, Carefully as she put dishes in her sink. She watched as he moved to get more comfortable, getting ready to light his cigarette. "I guess we could be fashionably late." He said with a smirk on his face, taking a puff of his cigarette. The smell of those things could make (y/n)'s stomach turn but she dealt with it. She walked back into her room and grabbed her necessary clothes and made her way to the bathroom. The thoughts of her past filled her brain as she stepped into the shower, they only haunted her at this point. Everything that went down that night only made matters worse, her mother lived but at the cost of what she had done her mother ignored her. Thinking back farther, I'm sure Trisha thought she was her father, more than her own knowledge but with her heartless thinking. It didn't last very long for Trisha died a year and a half later, (y/n) had left once more before then. Slamming her hands against the shower wall as she remembered her brothers, they had been left alone but there was nothing she could do. The war was a pond them and she had already made up her mind to join. 

She had left them alone with out even meaning too but, she knew that she would be able to make a better life for them. For her. She shook her head trying to fling the images from her head, she didn't need to think about the bast right now. She had a meeting to attend with the colonel, she knew that maybe seeing an old friend that it would cheer her up. Washing out her hair she forced herself to focus and smile, She didn't need anymore people to worry for her, she was an adult of course she didn't need any help. Putting on the last details to her clothing she looked in the mirror, she looked a mess with the bags under her eyes. Were the dreams getting worse? Were her memories really haunting her? Putting up her (f/c) hair into half up half down hairstyle, she gave in and walked back out to the kitchen where havoc stayed. Havoc got up and looked at the shorter girls attire, she wore a black turtleneck with sleeves cut off,  jeans to match. Her scars that wrote against her skin told silent stories of the past as he looked at her, her eyes begged and wished for better rest as the dark clouds rolled under them. Havoc knew better not to ask questions but as he looked at her, he knew that she crawled through hell and back. Walking to the door he opened it for the young lady in front of him. "Let's get going before the colonel chew's my head off alright?'' (Y/n) gave a small smile before grabbing her (f/c) coat from the rack.