Chapter 1

I was talking to a woman. I think she was supposed to be my mother? I'm not completely sure.... She was Ishvalan. That much I do know. I was young. 5 or 6 at the oldest. A man was with her as well, my father maybe? But he wasn't Ishvalan, he was Amestrian. They looked happy together. Like they were meant to be together. 

They were talking to me. Playing with me. The man flew a kite and smiled down at me while the woman brought out a pie and cut me a piece. 

*BANG* Everything went dark. *BANG* The smiles on their face disappeared. *BANG* The woman was on the floor, not moving. *BANG* A grave had replaced her now, with an epitaph that i could see clearly, but couldn't read. 

*BANG* I was in a bedroom with the man. He was crying. *BANG* The man was hugging me and crying. As if in the distance I could hear him apologizing over and over again. *BANG* He is kneeling on the ground. I am in the middle of a strange circle. *BANG* He places his hand on the circle and a strange blue light engulfs me.

*BANG* I'm surrounded by whiteness. *BANG* The sound comes from behind me. I turn around to find myself staring at a great black gate. *BANG* It swings open and these papery black hands reach out towards me. *BANG BANG BANG BANG* My arms and legs are ripped from my body. I scream. *BANG* Off goes my head-

I wake up with a start."It was just a dream..." I whisper to myself.

*BANG* I freak out and fall out of bed. Before I even tried to discern what the sound was, I had the gun from under my mattress in my hand and was swinging it around. By this time, I'm just waiting for the gate to appear. What was I going to do? shoot the door? Genius.

*BANG* The loud bang made me jump once again.... What the hell is that noise!? I listen for a minute when I realize it's someone pounding on my shop door downstairs. *BANG BANG BANG*

I look up at my window from my seat on the ground to see daylight streaming through it. What time is it? I look over at my clock. 1:32pm on Saturday. 

ITS FRIGGEN SATURDAY!!! Who the hell has the balls to wake me up on Saturday? Seriously? Do they not see the sign on the front door that says, "Saturday is my day off. Bug me, and I reserve the right to eat your first born child."

No, I'm not cannibalistic. I'm not going to really eat someone's baby. You must be a genius if you thought that I was serious. 

I groaned as I lifted myself off the ground only to attempt to take a step forward and meet the floor once again with my nose. I sat there and whined into the floor for a minute, listening to the person pound on my door downstairs. Whoever they were, they were pissed.

I groaned in protest as I finally flipped myself over and sat up. I nearly had a heart attack when I looked down and found one of my legs missing. 

"Oh wait...." I said out loud to myself, "I was up late upgrading my automail... Must have forgotten to reattach it." Genius. I face palmed myself, then realized it was a bad idea when my already pissed off nose got even angrier meeting my automail hand. Yes, my leg and my arm are automail. All of my arms and legs are to be exact. But that raises a question.... How the hell did I get upstairs with only one leg....? Oh yeah!

I looked around the floor and found it. The spare plastic leg I was wearing last night while I upgraded my leg. I attached it, and attempted once again to get up. Once on both feet, I looked up to find myself face to face with my mirror. I sincerely wanted to put my fist through it. It wasn't me I was looking at in the mirror. Blonde hair with the tips dyed a deep blue, and green eyes. I hated the image.

I pried myself away from it only to hear the sound of hurried footsteps up the stairs. I was knocked back to the ground before I had time to think, and soon my face was covered in dog slobber. Lovely.

I pushed the big dogs off of me. Chester and Milo were my best friends. Chester was a tad chubbier than Milo, and was a lighter brown in color with a white chin, neck, and stomach. Milo was thinner, darker, and not as people friendly. It's hard to believe they both came from the same litter. 

"Alright, alright. Gimme a minute fatty. I'll feed you." I grumbled as I yet again pushed myself off the ground and headed downstairs. I could hear the angry man shouting now.

"RAY!!! OPEN UP!!! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY ARM? FIX IT BEFORE I SUE YOU! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE! COME OUT NOW!"

What a creep. I'm an automail engineer in Rush Valley named Ray with four automail limbs. I'm known in this city as the best automail modifier. Don't come to me if you don't want your automail modified to make it cooler. Just saying.

Also, no I'm not a guy. My nickname is Ray. My name is... Desiree.... Kinda.... Not really... I don't want to get into that. I have business to attend to.

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After taking care of the loser who didn't like the job I did on his automail arm (he's a farmer, so I put a scythe mod in his arm. Press a button, boom. You got yourself a scythe for farming stuff.), and charging him extra for the de-mod, I went back to bed. Saturday is my day off. Bugger off.

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[branden]

This sounds like it will lead into an incredible book! Really it does. The Bangs kept me going as I was curious to what was happening. PLease review my work as well if you have a chance. Read the author thinngy at the bottum first though! Heres the link

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[Emunah June.]

Lol!! XD That was uber random!