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I'm starting a fanfic~!! yay!!! biggrin
Here it is so far:
CHAPTER 1
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Elizabeth drove through the extreme downpour, fighting back tears.
Her own father. How COULD he?! Forget her sixteenth birthday?!? She blinked heavily against the moisture-- it was hard enough to see already. She cursed silently at her demented ‘Mom’. What about her REAL mom?! The one that had died a month before her ‘beloved’ father decided to get married to the Wicked Witch of Hooters?? How could her dad just forget about Mom like that?? And about Elizabeth herself??
All these questions ran through her head as she drove, silently hating herself. At least there was one good thing about that day-- She was sixteen. She could finally move out of that crappy old house that held too much about her mother in its walls. It made her chest ache to think of her mother, the one that had taught her to sing, to shine, to talk back in a way that allows you control, to talk to boys, and to throw a good punch in her karate class. A choked sob escaped her lips, but she bit it back furiously. She was such a crybaby. At this point she wished she could escape; anywhere would have sufficed, but the one place she really wanted to go was Amestris.
Amestris, home of Alchemy. Home of Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist. She sighed loudly at the thought of her anime crush- there was something surreal about him that made her wish, more than anything, that he was actually real, and that she could actually rely on him to help her. But that was ridiculous- even if he was real, he wouldn’t be interested in a lanky, black haired, albino-skinned anime dork. Well, at least she could sing. And draw, but that of course was something she didn’t let people see.
A the moment Elizabeth didn’t know where she was going- her father had gone into extreme flirt mode with the seductive prostitute she was forced to live with, and she couldn’t take the gagging atmosphere, finally deciding to leave while they were… ‘distracted.’ She slammed her head on the steering wheel in frustration, but only succeeded in giving herself a headache. When she finally peeked up to see if she was still on the road, she was just crossing a bridge over a small river that looked like it was going to flood- the weather was hideous. But what she didn’t see was the large and distinctive shadow bubbling up in the center of the road-- wait, it wasn’t a shadow. It was a solid object, and it was seemed to absorb the light of the road, distracting Elizabeth temporarily.
She took one look and swerved, cussing loudly as she went. She wasn’t the type to get scared of these things. Just mad. But the rear right wheel ran slightly over the rim of the deathly shadow, and stuck fast. The speed at which she had been driving caused momentum to flip the entire truck on its side, smashing her window and causing several shards to enter her skin. That’s when she screamed, but it was really a steady stream of undistinguishable profanities.
The strange black shadow bubbled upward, stretching and morphing into a large, black rectangle, so large that you would have to crane you neck to see the top. It automatically solidified, revealing arrays on its front. If Elizabeth could have seen it, she would have known exactly what it was, but she was dizzy from blood loss, her side of the truck on the ground. An unpleasant creaking sound resonated in her ears as the Gate slowly creaked open, revealing the innumerable grinning faces inside. Their black arms slowly reached through the frame of the truck, grabbing at Elizabeth. It seemed that the small, childlike hands dissolved her seatbelt, and gently carried her into the darkness of the Truth.
That’s when she really screamed.
She knew exactly how Edward must have felt at that moment, when the Truth had entered his mind as well. Her neck snapped backwards, her body arched, and she writhed against the hands that dragged her to the other side. It hurt-- more than anything she’d ever experienced. Her head throbbed like it was literally going to burst from the pressure building in her mind. She screamed again, the tears gushing down her face. She just wanted it to stop, she was begging for it to end. Suddenly she felt the hands all disappear at once, and she thudded hard against something solid- ground? She couldn’t tell. Her head still steadily throbbed from the pain. Her body shook in tremors, whimpering slightly.
Passing out isn’t like falling asleep. When you got to bed, you just sit and wait and sit and wait and bam! It’s morning. But slipping into unconsciousness like this was different. You can feel yourself subsiding into blackness, you feel yourself going. It’s a horrible, helpless, numbing sensation that you’re effortless to fight against. But in the state of mind she was in, Elizabeth was grateful for the blackness.
So she let herself slip, her last thought of imagination-- wondering if seeing it all would’ve killed her.
CHAPTER 2
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Elizabeth woke up groggy, her vision blurred, and groaned with discomfort. She was lying on a lumpy bed with thin sheets spread above her, and a glaring light was shining directly above her. She groaned again and pulled her arm over her eyes, only to notice it was bandaged heavily. She looked at it blankly for a moment as she processed what had happened. She shot upright in shock, her eyes flying open, but quickly collapsed from a dizzy spell
“Oh… I lost a lot of blood, didn’t I…” she mumbled to no one in particular. She sensed someone move to her side; a hand was placed on her forehead, and it felt good against her slightly warmer than usual skin.
“How do you feel?” A deep voice asked, sounding professional. Darn, it sounded so familiar to her… but she couldn’t place it.
“Like s**t.”
The voice laughed, clearly reassured that she was fine, and promptly left. Elizabeth puffed the air out of her cheeks tiredly, then rolled over on her stomach. She instantly regretted it- the simple motion sent enormous pain throughout her aching body. She cursed again, frustrated by her inability to move, and merely sat there until someone returned.
Soon another pair of footsteps entered the room, along with the sound of flipping a page. She didn’t bother opening her eyes, but instead grunted to acknowledge the new arrival.
“So, you’re our mystery patient, young lady?” A new voice, slightly higher, yet still demanding. Elizabeth grudgingly flipped herself over to glare at the man. He was a doctor, of course. Even here-- where ever she was-- that was obvious. White coat and everything. She sighed heavily and looked at the man with a confused expression.
“Where am I?” Her voice was thick from being unconscious for so long. She cleared it silently.
“You’re in the hospital,” he responded, flipping through papers on his clipboard, “in East City. And I must say, you arrived here in quite the fashion. You’ll have to get the Colonel to explain that, though.”
She stiffened. East City?! Was she actually-- no, it was impossible. The doctor turned to the doorway. “Colonel, could you come here? It seems she’s fully conscious now.” He then turned back to Elizabeth and held a small light to her eyes. She raised an eyebrow, flinching at the bright light, but allowed him to examine her fully for a concussion. He seated himself in front of her and stared her in the eyes.
“Can you remember your name?”
Elizabeth started slightly. “Y-yeah, I’m Elizabeth Adams.”
“You have a beautiful name.”
She rolled her eyes. “That’s what I hate-- it doesn’t suit me at all. I’m more of the boyish type.” She winced as the man began probing along her bandaged arm, which had been full of glass, as she last remembered.
“Well, you’ll have no permanent damage.” He stood and looked through the doorway once again. “Hurry, Colonel, you said you wanted to talk to her,” he called. He then sighed. “That man is only interested in promotions and women.” He sighed again and sat in the chair next to her.
She looked around the room curiously. It was old- as in out of date, but seemingly new, as if it hadn’t been there long. She was beginning to become suspicious. She turned back to the doctor, her eyes wide and slightly angry at her predicament.
“Where am I?” She demanded once again.
“I already told you.”
She shook her head. “No, I mean which country! Which country am I in?!” She was beginning to panic, mentally begging for the man to say America.
“Why, Amestris, of course.”
Elizabeth’s eyes shot open completely as she began to hyperventilate. The doctor read the panic in her eyes for a short second and pulled out a stethoscope, quickly listening to her heartbeat. “Deep breaths, Elizabeth, you might go into shock.” He placed a hand on her back, and she flinched away from the contact. Oh my God, oh my God, I’m in Amestris, oh my God, I’m DREAMING, I’M DREAMING, OH MY GOD!!!!!!!
“What’s wrong with her, doctor?”
It was the fist voice, but Elizabeth didn’t want to see who it was. She pulled up her knees, ignoring the ache in her legs, and buried her face in them, trying to get a hold of her accelerated breathing. This was too much for her to handle. Se HAD to get home to her dad, she had t--
--Wait, no she didn’t.
As soon as the thought entered her mind, she realized that she could stay wherever she was for as long as she wanted. It would be fine, maybe she could even live thee- fake amnesia or something. She shyly peeked out from her knees at the doctor, who had calmed down as soon as she had, and then looked to the other man.
Ok, that’s when she only had two explanations.
One-- she was looking at the greatest cosplayer in the universe.
Two-- and more likely-- She was looking at Roy Mustang.
“OH MY GOD!!” She fell back against the wall, hitting her head and cussing loudly. She stared at the man in front of her, who was smirking slightly.
“What’s wrong?” He asked calmly.
“Y-Y-You’re R-R-R--”
The doctor interrupted her then. “Calm down, Elizabeth, what’s wrong with you?”
She continued glaring at Roy, or the look-alike, or whoever he was. “Who the hell are you?” She demanded. “’Cause If you’re who I think you are--” She didn’t finish the sentence. There would be a slight problem with her saying something like If you’re who I think you are, then I’m officially insane, or something.
The man, still smirking, sighed. “If you don’t know who I am then you must be out of town.”
“You’ve got no idea, a*****e. Just answer the question.”
The doctor stared at her in shock. “Elizabeth, that was rude!”
‘Roy’ smirked again. “She sounds familiar-- like another shrimp I know.”
“ SHUT THE HELL UP, I’M NOT F****ING SHORT, a*****e!!!” She screamed at him. Her height of 4’11’’ was a bit touchy. Roy looked slightly shocked for a moment, then smirked again.
“Well, referring to your question, my name is Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist.”
Elizabeth stared at him in shock. She opened her mouth to speak, then shut it, then opened it again, but shut it quickly and pinched the bridge of her nose. Roy Mustang. I mean, really??
“Oh dear god, forget this. I’m insane, it’s official, oh dear god.” She let herself fall back onto the bed and covered her eyes.
“Elizabeth, what is wrong with you?!” She opened her eyes to see them both staring at her, confused. She ignored the question.
“Forget it.”
“Elizabeth, if something’s wrong--”
“I said forget it!”
There was a long moment where non one spoke and Elizabeth refused to meet either gaze that was boring into her back. She’d had enough for one day, she’d like to wake up now. Of course there was that one pat of her in the back of her head that thought…. What other explanation was there… for the accident? The crash? She sighed again.
“So, what to do with me now?” She rolled over to stare at them both. “I’ve got no where to go in this w- country.” She stopped herself from saying ‘world’, ‘cause that would’ve raised some eyebrows. The doctor looked at Roy for an answer, who just smirked again.
“First you might want to explain what happened,” he said. “When we found you- or you found me, rather- you were completely unconscious, so we have no idea what happened. Not to mention you injuries.”
Elizabeth decided to tell the truth- or some of it, at least. “I was in a car crash.”
“And who was the driver?”
“Well, me of course.” What was he implying?
Roy looked surprised. “Aren’t you too young to drive?”
“HEY, WHO ARE YOU CALLING TOO SHORT TO DRIVE, I’M SIXTEEN YOU F****NG IDIOT!!!”
He held back a snort. “Nice. She’s just like Fullmetal.”
Her only response was a glare. He rolled his eyes and sat down in the chair next to the bed.
"Elizabeth, you need to go back to sleep so you can heal," he said. "Doctor, should we leave?"
"No!" she interrupted. "I don't want to go back to sleep, I want to look around town for a bit!"
Roy looked at her, annoyed. "You're in no condition to walk."
She glared at him, then jumped out of bed, if not a little unsteadily. Her legs were shot full of pain, but she ignored it.
"See, I'm fine!" She spun around once to prove it. "Please, I have to make sure I know where I am."
Roy sighed and stood. "Fine."
"Whoah," the doctor intervened. "She's in no shape to be outdoors, she'll only injure herself furthur!"
"Relax," Roy said with a ring of authority. "She'll be with me, I'll watch her." The way he said it made sure there was no room for argument. The doctor fumed silently, then nodded.
"Yes!" She pumped her fist in the air, then pulled it down quickly because of the searing pain leftover from the wounds. But then she noticed her clothes-- standard hospital gown. "Oh... Shouldn't I get some better clothes?"
"Well, tell us where you live and we'll pick some up for you."
She froze for a moment, and Roy didn't miss it. But then she sighed.
"My home is very far away- too far. I have no clothes besides the ones I was wearing in the crash." She shrugged apologetically.
 --iNsAnE gLoWsTiCk-- · Sat Feb 21, 2009 @ 06:03pm · 0 Comments |
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