As a child, Cassandra Snare studied the ancient art of Alchemy with her widowed mother and twin brother, Mason Snare. When their mother mysteriously disappears, they set out to train and become State Alchemists. They then encounter the Fullmetal Alc...
The first day in Central was complete. As the sun set, Mason helped me walk back to Central Command while bitterly arguing with Edward. My head throbbed as blood slowly ran down my face. Alphonse, who was Edward's brother, carried Assassin back with us. When we reached the steps to the front of the bland building, Colonel Mustang came to view. I heard Edward cuss under his breath, and we climbed the steps. "Welcome back, Fullmetal," Mustang said. He then looked at my head and back to Edward's guilty but angry face. "What happened here?" Mustang asked. "Just a little encounter," Edward replied in a harsh mutter. "We should probably get her to the hospital," Mustang muttered. To conclude the day, I was stuck in an uncomfortable bed with a bandage wrapped around my head. Sounds of people running and orders being barked slip into my conciousness. I open my eyes and sit up. As I suspected, people were running with rifles and shouting orders to each other. I throw my legs over the side of the bed, and jump out of bed. I run down the hallway, trying to follow the soldiers. My bare feet slap against the floor, rubble jabbing the bottoms of them. Gunshots ring in my ears as I reach the end of the corridor. Soldiers shoot at a person who advances without being injured. How are they not dying? I think to myself. "It's no use! The bullets won't work!" A soldier nearby shouts. The person's arm stretches and slams a wall, making it collapse. Shrieks from multiple soldiers arise as the wall crushes them. I gape at the pile of cement in horror. That was not a normal person, much less a regular human. I try to run back to the hallway, but a familiar group of people block my way. "Multiblood, get down!" Mustang yells. Following orders, I drop to the ground. A large flare of heat skims my back, and the odor of burnt hair starts to rise along with the smell of burnt fabric. Panic rises in me as I roll around trying to put the fire out. Soon enough, all of the State Alchemists are at his side fighting viciously. I push myself up, and join them. "Multiblood! What are you doing?" Mustang yells, snapping his fingers and sending flames at our attacker.

"Honestly, I have no idea, but I'm going to help!" I yell back. I search for something that could be a substitute for chalk. I see a rock, but decide it would be too hard to make a transmutation circle. Besides, it would take too long to draw it. Having no other options, I look at my hands and make my decision. I'm crazyfor doing this, I doubtfully think. Taking a second glance around, I decide there's no other option. I technically could use Mustang's blood on his head, but it would be weird to touch a grown man's face. Closing my eyes, I raise my hand to my face. Three....... Two...... One! I bite into my finger, and nearly scream out in pain. A burning and stinging sensation spreads through my hand, and blood flows over my fingers. I dabble the blood, and draw a replication of Naomi's storm alchemy transmutation circle on the back of my hand. I thrust my palms into the rock beneath me, and send a shockwave through the earth. Hm, didn't know she could make earthquakes. I continue to fight the person until the others join in. As we attack them, they advance towards us. When they come into view, I could make out their features. The person has green hair sprouting out in every direction. They don't wear shoes, but a foot wrap, and they wear a short top with a skirt like bottom. Their voice was malicious when they spoke. "Hello, Colonel. Remember me?"
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"I thought you had died," Mustang says, his arm extended, ready to burn the man before us. "I was, but now we have a new creator. Of course, I kept my beautiful appearance," the strange man rambles. "Yet, so did the other six of us," he says. As I look closer, I notice he has violet pupils, which is strange. "Major Armstrong, take Multiblood inside. Keep her safe," Mustang orders. "Sir," Armstrong says, and grabs my wrists. He starts to drag me away when I hear a painfully familiar voice. "Cassandra?" my mother calls. I turn around to see my mother standing where the man was. "Mom?" I say, not believing what I'm seeing. "No, Multiblood. Don't fall for it. That thing is a shape shifter," Mustang yells. My mother then starts to transform back to the man, and Armstrong drags me away. After a half hour full of painful screams from outside, Mustang enters my room with Hawkeye. "Who was screaming?" I ask. "That filth outside," "Who was he?" "Envy," "You have to be joking. Envy is a deadly sin, not a person," "I kid you not. Envy is the human representation of the deadly sin. He's a homunculus, which means there's more out there," "Aren't they immortal?" "Yeah, which makes them even harder to kill," "How'd he know my mother?" "He's probably seen you and Mason with her. He plays mind games with his victims before he kills them." I let this sink in, and I flop against the pillow on my bed. "Then I want to kill them."
