Chapter 1 - Emma Lerikson

"Ouch! Don't!"

"Miss Emma, if you want that seture out I'm going to have to probe the healing scar."

"It's only been three weeks since the accident. It's still sore!" Emma argued, "Ouch! Would you cut that out!?"

"If I don't take it out it will fester and get infected." the doctor said calmly, carfully snipping the skin at the scar on Emma's left arm stub. He sqeezed at the red, irritated lump. Emma winced. And out came the small black stitch which should have disolved. "There were are!" the doctor said with a successful grin, "That should be much better. Keep it clean and come in in a week so we can fit you for a prosthetic arm."

"Yes, doctor." said Emma's mother. They left the hospital office and walked out to their car in the parking lot. Emma got in the passenger's seat."You know," her mother said with a small smile, "A prosthetic will make everything so much easier on you--"

"Mom, i told you I don't want a prothetic!" Emma yelled rebeliously at her mother, "I can live without it. Besides, it's my own fault I ended up this way."

Her mother's smile fadded. "I really wish you would stop blaming yourself. It's not your fault that man was driving drunk." Emma didn't resond. She reached over and turned up the radio. Her mother sighed.

"Let's just get home so I can watch Full Metal Alchemist." Emma said after a long silence.

"Goodness, I don't know why you like that cartoon. You're a sixteen year old girl."

"It's not a cartoon, mom. It's an anime with a complex and interesting storyline and intreging characters. If you really feel that way, I'll just go over to Marisa's and watch it with her."
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Ding-dong

Marisa opened the door to se her best friend, Emma. "Hey, Mar!" she said in her normal happy tone.

"Hey, Em!" Marisa replied, "FMA doesn't start for about an hour. So whacha wanna do?"

Emma shrugged, "Wanna just go down to your room and goof off?" Marisa nodded. Once there, they began talking about random things: their favorite bishis, school, bishis, and then they got to talking about their looks.

"Emma, you're really pretty!" Marisa objected, "Don't say you're not!"

Emma walked up to Marisa's full-body mirror. She saw her pitete figure. Her sandy-blond hair that reached about two inches under her shoulder. It was pulled back in a low, loose braid. A few of her eye-level bangs fell in her face. Her eyes were a blatent hazel. "I'm so...normal. There's nothing about me that makes me stand out. except that stupid stub of and arm."

"You forgot one thing." Marisa added. Emma looked over to her friend curiously, "The face that you're super SHORT."

"WHO YOU CALLING SO SMALL THAT GLUTTANY ATE HER AND THOUGHT HE ATE A PARASITE!!!!!!!"

"I didn't say that..." Marisa said smiling, "But it's good to have you back. C'mon! It's 7:00 o'clock, let's go watch."

They were watching a re-run of episode 42. They'd already seen all 51 episodes. "You know waht I can't help but keep thinkin'?" Emma said with a mouth full of popcorn.

"What?"

"That this is alot like the war in Iraq right now."

"Hmmm... you're right. That sorta freaky..."

"And presided Bush is just like the Fuhrer!" They both broke out in laghter. They hated Bush. They couldn't wait for the 2008 elections. When the show was over, Emma bidded Marisa goodbye and started to walk home.

It was beginning to get dark and the street lights were lighting up. Under one of them was an old man dressed in a hooded robe. With caution and suspition, Emma approached the woman. "Do you need help, sir?" she asked.

The man pulled down is hood to reveal a dark-skinned face and red eyes. Emma jumped back startled. 'He looked like an Ishbalian." Emma thought to herself.

"Does it scar you, Emma?" the man asked, reaching out and grabbing her left shoulder. Emma shook with fear. The man ran his finger down her scar.

"Please, let me go!" Emma pleaded. The am looked Emma in the eye and smiled. He released his grip on her stub.

"Yes, you are indeed the one." he said. He slammed his hands on the ground. It glowed a bright red. Emma looked down. She saw an accurately chalk-drawn transmutation circle on the ground under her. She was directly in the center of it.

A gateway appeared behinder her. She recognized it immediantly. The doors opened and revealed many eyes. "Please enjoy my gift, Emma." the man said as he charged her and pushed her into the gate's opened doors.

Many things flashed in Emma's mind. The greatest knowlege of Alchemy, and other things unexplainable. Being far too much for her to stay consious through, Emma fassed out, but the flashes continued.

A few minutes later, the door opened and dumped the unconsious Emma's body in a rural area by a river. And there she laid unconsious for four hours.
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"Why are we got to the river again, Al?"
Al smiled at his brother. "Beat me, brother. I just felt that we should go to the river this morning."

"You're such a weirdo, Al." Ed said, his hands in his pockets. When they got to the riverside, they were suprised to see the body of a yound girl. Her left arm seemed to tbe missing.

"Brother!" Al exclaimed worriedly. They rushed over to the girl's aid. Ed put two fingers under her jaw bone.

"Her pulse is normal." He examined, "We should take her to Old Lady Pinako." All nodded and helped his brother carry the girl back to the Rockbell residences.

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Al: Kitties!!!

Me: sorry. i have to stop here. Al won't stop bugging me to take him to the pet shop.

Ed: Just review already...

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