Sacrifice [Edward Elric x Reader]

prologue

A guttural scream shakes your mind, and you hear a thump. Opening your eyes, you find yourself consumed in yellow light. In front of you were grey steps. Tracing the path with your eyes, you find yourself staring at huge black doors. Behind them were odd sounds, and it felt as though they were calling to you. You stand up.

The doors open by themselves, and behind them, you see eyes pop open pair by pair, a mixture of different colors. The ones that caught your eyes were big and brown, desperate but relieved. The tug of the gate pulls you towards it, and you slowly stumble towards the darkness.

"Come with us." A voice whispers. You oblige, and step into the darkness. Everything falls silent and you fall limp.

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[October 3, 1917]

You open your eyes to the bright light shaded by trees overhead. Your left arm hurts really badly and feels heavy. Your clothes were soaked with blood, and the area around your heart was sore. You breathe in the quiet air, feeling the rough dirt beneath you.

Sitting up, you gasp for air and cough, covering your mouth with your right hand. A warm stickiness coated your hand, and you drew it away to see dripping blood. You place your hands on the ground and close your eyes, gasping for breath. At the corner of your eye, you see a glint of metal from the left. You turn your head and what you see makes you gasp. Your entire left arm from your shoulder down was made of metal. You open and close your fist. Did you always have this?

The gasp from earlier makes you cough more blood. You stare at the blood on your hand, and frown. Why were you coughing blood?

Suddenly, you remember the gate. The gate and the yellow light, the urging voices calling at you. You feel energy humming through your body, and you feel the flow of knowledge throughout you. Your entire body starts aching, especially your automail left arm. Your head aches and a thumping sound resonates through your ears. Suddenly, a flash of purple causes you to jump back, and where your hand used to be was a patch of smoking and burnt dirt.

You frown. What the-

A rustle in the bushes in front of you causes you to jump to your feet, ignoring the pain in your legs, and look around warily.

Another rustle from behind you makes you turn around quickly. You hold left metallic arm out in front of you to protect you. Suddenly, from all around you, people in black coats jump out and hold out their guns all at once in perfect synchronity. You step back and put your hands up. "I'm not-"

The man in front of you, who appears to be the leader, puts down his gun, and motions all the others to put down theirs too. The click of guns make you flinch.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" The man in front of you asks. He has a bushy mustache and a thick voice, looking like he was around his 40s or so.

"I-I don't know either." You reply.

The man squints at you suspiciously, narrowing his eyes. His eyes flit down to your cyborg arm. "What do you mean, 'You don't know'?"

You shake your head. "I really don't know. In fact, could you tell me where I am?"

The man takes another step forward, but you stand your place. "Let me ask you again," he says menacingly, "Who are you and where are you from?"

You give the man a glare. "I don't know," you say, annoyed.

He glares back at you for a moment, before he turns around. "Fine. Then we'll have to figure out by ourselves. Come with me."

All the men surrounding you start to march forwards, forcing you along with them. You scowl at the back of the captain's head and move forward.

Before long, the group of people bring you out into a city bordering the edge of the forest. You scan the city with your eyes. People were casting the mass of men escorting you curious looks, which turned even more curious when they saw your left arm. You turn onto a street that read "Hindenburgstrasse."