Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ The Eigth Sin ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Aspartame Culvi 
A show of how terrible the game is played.
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Romance / Sci-fi | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.25.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 134 | Status: Work In Progress
A show of how terrible the game is played.
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Romance / Sci-fi | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.25.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 134 | Status: Work In Progress
The Eigth Sin
A FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST FANFICTION
BY CAE 12-8-07
BEFORE
The night was still. The woman ran down the street, her infant pressed to her chest. Her legs were sure to give out any minute, but she would not give up. She had to find safety. She couldn't let it find her. She couldn't let it have her baby.
The woman rounded a corner quickly, only to have her sandals slip on the dusty dirt road, making her fall. She landed on her side, but proceeded to crawl inside on into abandoned building that sat conveniently before her.
She huddled herself inside of an old cupboard, her sleeping babe held closely against her. She let a tear fall onto the light pink blanets, a shuddering intake of breath following.
"I don't want to die... I don't want my baby to die..." she muttered, rocking back and forth.
She thought back to earlier that afternoon. Her husband, a very handsome man, was smiling at her as she played with their four year old girl. They had been busy, him working in the plow, her keeping the family.Their daughter had looked up, noticing that the skies had begun to darken. They had all gathered inside around the table to eat a very bountiful meal prepared by her that morning. As they neared bedtime, their was a bang on the door. Her husband had gone to get it, and a man covered in blood had fallen inside.
Of course, the woman had nursed him and asked him what happened. All the man had said before dying was that she should run, taking the infant at her breast with her. He said she should run as fast as she could away from here, and that she would die that very night if she didn't.
Frightened, the woman had tucked her daughter into bed, and then fed her infant son one more time before going to talk to her husband about what the man had said.
"He was probably attacked by some kind of animal," her husband had suggested.
"I don't think so, Daniel. It looked far too serious to belong to any animal." she had stated nervously. She only called her husband by his given name when she was truly scared.
"Maree, don't worry, alright? He was a senile guy, delirious. There was no way he could have known what he was talking about with all that blood leaking from him," Daniel told her.
Maree, the woman, had nodded and gone into a troubled sleep with her man that night.
In the latest hours, there had been a disturbance. Daniel had gotten up to investigate, checking on their children on the way. He had wandered into the dark, his hands being his only weapons. As he neared the kitchen, he was attacked and killed in a single shot. He would never see his attacker, but he would die having the smell of rotting flesh in his mind.
Maree would wander out of her room againt her husband's wishes and see the frightening scene in her parlor. She would run upstairs to see that her daughter had disappeared while she had stood staring at her husband's deceased form.
Grabbing her sleeping son, she would run into town, not daring to make a sound, should the attacker find her. And she had wound up where she was that very moment, inside of an abandoned cupboard in an old building, hoping that she would live.
'Daniel, Claire...' she thought, tears burning at her eyes and at her throat.
There was complete and utter silence, and out of sheer horror, she would open the door of the cupboard to see if there was anyone there.
As soon as the door opened, a long creaking of the old hinges startled her, and she closed it quickly. However, the door wouldn't remain closed. It kept popping open, and so finally, Maree left it.
"Mommy? Are you in here?" came a voice.
'Claire...!'
In a rush of hope and joy, she opened the door in expectation to see her four year old daughter. She did see her daughter standing there after all, and rushed out to her, her son in her left arm.
"Claire! My darling! Where did you go? You had me worried! I thought you were dead..." Maree gushed, crying and holding her daughter close.
"Claire, honey, you're so cold. I think there are some old blankets here..." Maree started, and then she screamed, dropping her daughter.
Claire was dead.
Maree had been holding her cold, stiff body and in her rush she didn't even notice all of the blood that had been flowing onto her from her daughter's middle where a giant, gaping hole had been carved and all of her important innards brutally removed.
Maree screamed again, louder this time. She looked at her shirt and her hands with widened eyes.
Her infant son, Ian, woke and began to wail.
In her fear, she dropped him onto the floor. Maree backed herself up against a wall, leaving her baby on the floor by himself. She rocked herself and blocked out all sound. But then, she noticed that Ian had gotten quiet. She looked out to where she had left him to see an empty pink blanket.
"IAN!" she yelled out into the dim light. She crawled towards the blanket, but saw something out of the corner of her eye.
Against the darkened sky, Maree could see the silhouette of someone standing there with a large weapon. She tried to get away, but a sudden, unbearable pain shot through her chest, making her scream again. Her mouth tasted of heavy iron, as did her nose and her ears, which felt sticky and wet.
Maree's eyes got dizzy and she though she saw Ian in her attacker's arms...she thought she could hear him crying, but she was just so tired...
A FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST FANFICTION
BY CAE 12-8-07
BEFORE
The night was still. The woman ran down the street, her infant pressed to her chest. Her legs were sure to give out any minute, but she would not give up. She had to find safety. She couldn't let it find her. She couldn't let it have her baby.
The woman rounded a corner quickly, only to have her sandals slip on the dusty dirt road, making her fall. She landed on her side, but proceeded to crawl inside on into abandoned building that sat conveniently before her.
She huddled herself inside of an old cupboard, her sleeping babe held closely against her. She let a tear fall onto the light pink blanets, a shuddering intake of breath following.
"I don't want to die... I don't want my baby to die..." she muttered, rocking back and forth.
She thought back to earlier that afternoon. Her husband, a very handsome man, was smiling at her as she played with their four year old girl. They had been busy, him working in the plow, her keeping the family.Their daughter had looked up, noticing that the skies had begun to darken. They had all gathered inside around the table to eat a very bountiful meal prepared by her that morning. As they neared bedtime, their was a bang on the door. Her husband had gone to get it, and a man covered in blood had fallen inside.
Of course, the woman had nursed him and asked him what happened. All the man had said before dying was that she should run, taking the infant at her breast with her. He said she should run as fast as she could away from here, and that she would die that very night if she didn't.
Frightened, the woman had tucked her daughter into bed, and then fed her infant son one more time before going to talk to her husband about what the man had said.
"He was probably attacked by some kind of animal," her husband had suggested.
"I don't think so, Daniel. It looked far too serious to belong to any animal." she had stated nervously. She only called her husband by his given name when she was truly scared.
"Maree, don't worry, alright? He was a senile guy, delirious. There was no way he could have known what he was talking about with all that blood leaking from him," Daniel told her.
Maree, the woman, had nodded and gone into a troubled sleep with her man that night.
In the latest hours, there had been a disturbance. Daniel had gotten up to investigate, checking on their children on the way. He had wandered into the dark, his hands being his only weapons. As he neared the kitchen, he was attacked and killed in a single shot. He would never see his attacker, but he would die having the smell of rotting flesh in his mind.
Maree would wander out of her room againt her husband's wishes and see the frightening scene in her parlor. She would run upstairs to see that her daughter had disappeared while she had stood staring at her husband's deceased form.
Grabbing her sleeping son, she would run into town, not daring to make a sound, should the attacker find her. And she had wound up where she was that very moment, inside of an abandoned cupboard in an old building, hoping that she would live.
'Daniel, Claire...' she thought, tears burning at her eyes and at her throat.
There was complete and utter silence, and out of sheer horror, she would open the door of the cupboard to see if there was anyone there.
As soon as the door opened, a long creaking of the old hinges startled her, and she closed it quickly. However, the door wouldn't remain closed. It kept popping open, and so finally, Maree left it.
"Mommy? Are you in here?" came a voice.
'Claire...!'
In a rush of hope and joy, she opened the door in expectation to see her four year old daughter. She did see her daughter standing there after all, and rushed out to her, her son in her left arm.
"Claire! My darling! Where did you go? You had me worried! I thought you were dead..." Maree gushed, crying and holding her daughter close.
"Claire, honey, you're so cold. I think there are some old blankets here..." Maree started, and then she screamed, dropping her daughter.
Claire was dead.
Maree had been holding her cold, stiff body and in her rush she didn't even notice all of the blood that had been flowing onto her from her daughter's middle where a giant, gaping hole had been carved and all of her important innards brutally removed.
Maree screamed again, louder this time. She looked at her shirt and her hands with widened eyes.
Her infant son, Ian, woke and began to wail.
In her fear, she dropped him onto the floor. Maree backed herself up against a wall, leaving her baby on the floor by himself. She rocked herself and blocked out all sound. But then, she noticed that Ian had gotten quiet. She looked out to where she had left him to see an empty pink blanket.
"IAN!" she yelled out into the dim light. She crawled towards the blanket, but saw something out of the corner of her eye.
Against the darkened sky, Maree could see the silhouette of someone standing there with a large weapon. She tried to get away, but a sudden, unbearable pain shot through her chest, making her scream again. Her mouth tasted of heavy iron, as did her nose and her ears, which felt sticky and wet.
Maree's eyes got dizzy and she though she saw Ian in her attacker's arms...she thought she could hear him crying, but she was just so tired...