the sound of heavy breathing and the small yet fast “tap tap tap” of shoes cracked the silence of the peaceful night in Central city, there darting along the sidewalk in a dash for her life was the shadow of a small girl, she had been running for hours not daring to look back at her pursuer for if she stopped for even a second it would all be over and her enemy would be upon her, her companions had told her she was to weak to fight this one but she hadn't listened, she wanted to prove she wasn't worthless, that she could actually do something. So she kept running in hopes of throwing the monster off, in a hopeless attempt to find some type of hope she shoved her hand into her small pocket and pulled out the small glowing gem encased with a silver colored metal, it’s beautiful emerald color was beginning to dull to a detestable dark color that she wanted to describe as “puke green”.
Her eyes began to sting as hot tears welled up in them, due to being so focused on her gem she tripped on a small crack in the sidewalk, stumbling she crashed into the ground, her gem flying about a foot away, still in her sights. She sobbed and a stream of tears began flowing from her puffy green eyes, she reached out for it, all the while the darkness slowly creeping out upon her from her peripheral vision “this isn't....This isn't how I wanted to die....This is wrong...All wrong” she sobbed still reaching out helplessly to grab at that now darkened gem which contained her only hope. A small cracking noise and the sight of a black sliver on the gem caused her eyes to grow wide with fear, with a sudden burst the gem shattered, pieces flying out then suspending in mid air before returning to each other and forming a new shape, a small dark gem in the shape of what looked to be a butterfly encased in a small metal, pointy looking case, the girl let out an ear splitting scream as she felt her body contort and change as well as the sharp and seemingly never ending pain, her mind became fuzzy then cleared and all that ran through her mind now where thoughts of despair.
She looked around weakly and could only see darkness and strange shapes floating about, she was falling, down down down down. She closed her eyes helplessly resigning herself to fate hearing the voices of those she had known before scream out “you're useless, dead weight, you'll never amount to anything, drop dead” where just some of the things she heard and as she fell she curled up into a fetal position hugging her knees “why? Why are you saying such things? This isn't fair, I became what I am now so you wouldn't call me such things anymore, wasn't that....Wasn't that my wish?” she asked the spreading darkness before fading out of consciousness, never to reawaken in her human state but to be reborn as a monster which was created to consume others and use their strength to cause even more pain and suffering “But such is the fate of these creature's....These magical girls” the small white cat like creature purred to itself as it watched from the top of a fence post, tail fluttering about behind it as it sat there, red eyes glowing ever so slightly due to the darkness of the street, it hopped down from the fence and waddled off down the street.
Sitting at a table in the military library a blonde boy with his golden eyes shoved in an alchemical text was attempting to find ways to restore his and his brothers bodies back to their original state, having lost his arm and leg as well as his younger brothers entire body in an attempt to resurrect their deceased mother, yet this new book from the Eastern command library that he hadn't read before wasn't helping any. The boy sighed and sat back in his chair, resting the book on the table he began thinking of what would happen if they never found a way to get back to their original bodies before snapping himself out of it again and returning to reading the book. His eyes widen and his body shakes from surprise when his younger brothers metal hands slam down on the table “Brother! You're not gonna believe it!” the metal boy said before apologizing for being so loud and scaring the elder “what is it Al?” the older asked looking to his younger yet significantly taller counterpart “another one’s gone missing” Alphonse replied before sitting down and reaching into his empty suit, pulling out a newspaper which had an article stating “yet another young girl missing: Cecilia Bough”.
