Okay. Listen up People. First of all this is obviously my first story on this sight and so far I have no idea what I am doing. This whole thing might go downhill and run down a hole, or it might be successful who knows? Either way I'm going to give it a shot, don't mind if I do.

Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist and all the things mentioned in here is not mine, they belong to their rightful owners. I am merely doing this for my own entertainment and so forth.

Prologue

There were soft pattering on the cobble stone ground, but other than that it was dead silent. Into the night a man with a stone face and midnight features was standing in front of a scene he did not want to witness ever again. His black hair blended into the night sky, his eyes that were always the black of the night was now the color of the universe, dark, darker than the night. Lying in the stone floor was none other than the signature red cloak with the Flamel symbol encrypted onto the back, blood soaking it crimson. There was stunned silence as the blonde lady with the hazel nut eyes tightened her grip on the gun that hangs on either sides of her belt, loaded and ready to kill.

"General…" the blonde said her voice cracking if not slightly, but still a stern tone in the statement. The Colonel, who was known as the man with the midnight hair slowly, kneeled to the ground, touching the scattered metal pieces. There were wires and pieces of metal, unrecognized at that time as a piece of Auto mail.

"Go get the officers necessary Lieutenant, I'm going to start a search team," and with that the man with the Onyx eyes turning away at the terrible scene. There was a moment of silence, which was interrupted by the rapid footsteps that was making its way down the cobblestoned path.

"Colonel Mustang, I c-couldn't find brother anywhere," the young boy said, he stopped dead in his track as the blood was noticed on the ground. "C-Colonel, what is this?" the young boy's voice was carried into the night sky as an ear piercing scream was sounded. With a sorrow crow's caw the night was established into the horror of the death of the alchemist of the people. The boy shuffled to the red cloak and the bits of metal, tears streamed down his face, the choking sounds were evident of the sorrow he was trying to suppress, but without success

Roy Mustang felt a stabbing pain, one that he hasn't felt since the death of his best friend, but instead a guiltier one. A feeling that he could've done something to change the fate of the unfortunate state alchemist who is still a boy in his eyes, a boy who have grown up to know the truth of the world way too fast…

Nothing could sustain the atmosphere of shock and fear that waved throughout the small part of time, the victim unknown, and had killed one of the most skilled alchemist of their time. Men in military uniforms rushed past as the citizens raised their curtains to see what was the matter, only to close them the moment they realized it.

A few days have passed since the happening of the murder of the alchemist, and those days felt like years or rather centuries to those who could not believe in this reality. Nobody could understand, and most didn't want to accept the fact.

Alphonse in his sorrow did not leave the dorm room that once was owned by his brother. Wails echoed throughout the hallways at night, and even in the day there were small sounds of choking and sobs, that didn't require tears. Those sounds expressed more than one could express through tears. They were the sounds of real pain, torture, and something that could never be regained.

Life flows in on way, many knew this we couldn't turn back time merely to satisfy our needs. There's always birth, pain, and death, it's an everlasting cycle that doesn't seems to end. Only the immortal could bend that cycle, and not many have achieved that, in the end immortality's only a child's dream, it was not to be gained.

Thinking about it, Alphonse knew that this was real pain, when his body was taken from him, there was horror but less pain, because this was a mental wound and it cannot be healed.

It was raining once again in Resembool, rather it was a storm, a summer storm and there was so sign of anyone wanting to leave their humble homes. The house of Winry Rockbell lay on the outer side of the small town, and it was still awake with the cranking of mechanics and the scent of oil.

The phone rang multiple times, every time getting louder. With annoyance the youngest mechanic in the house threw off her safety goggles and answered the phones with her business introduction.

"Hello, this is Rockbell's Automail, how may I help you?" she said, her face showing annoyance but her voice as sweet as sugar. There was a stunned silence as the speaker continues to explain their long paragraph for the mechanic to hear, but after a few sentences she was already numb.

The speaker trailed on and on and every minute that passes Winry's knees start to buckles and by the time he finished the paragraph she was already on her knees shaking like she have never before. An urge to murder passed through her body, but then it stopped, there was no use, revenge only leads to more revenge there was no end to this utterly hateful path. Before the man could conclude his explanation Winry has already dismissed the call, there was a stunned silence that enclosed the room. Looking at her hands Winry felt helpless, useless, these hands were for fixing and mending those who were in need, not to destroy, but at that moment… she wanted to be able to mend one that have already ceased to exist.

"Winry, who called?" came the voice of Pinako Rockbell. The tiny lady looked at the young teen that was on the floor, shaking like she has just experienced her own death. Winry glanced at her grandmother; those eyes were full of fear, and so much sadness unable to be sustained. Pinako's eyes soften under her round glasses, she have never seen her granddaughter this I need before, not since her son's death.

"Oh Grandma!" Winry exploded, grasping the old woman into a tight embrace. Pinako placed her hand onto Winry's back, it was throbbing, shaking horribly and the skin under the black piece of cloth was cold, like all life sucked from her.

"E-Ed, h-he's go…" Pinako shushed her granddaughter before those words would eat her away, she already got the message. With a small sign the old woman felt a tear slip past her, he was indeed the son on that man, and the most stupid person she have ever met in her lifeline.

Racking her body for more tears Winry crumbled to the floor, letting go of her grandmother, there was no use. No, I have not even told him yet… Winry felt an angry bubble in her, but the sorrow didn't let it show, she was stupid to wait for so long, he was stupid for making her wait, and now she needs to wait until they will meet again after death…

Indeed the night was a sorrowful one, the news spreaded fast and before one could actually compromise the situation, and a funeral was already in action.

Roy felt a sense of déjà vu as he gazed at the lines of stone graves, the sky was a gloomy gray the rain almost ready to let loose. After the priest finished his speech that didn't mean anything to him Roy stood on the stool and told the real life of the Fullmetal Alchemist.

"Fullmetal was an honorable boy, he have accomplished many things adults couldn't have accomplished in their whole life line. He was a brave pip-squeak, able to speak for the use of the people; he was the alchemist of the people. Fullmetal was a boy fairly normal that lived his first half of his life in Resembool where he resided with his brother and his mother…"

Alphonse stood eyes casted downwards the whole time, he placed a hand on Winry's shoulder, which was shaking slightly, but no tears have fallen just yet, not yet. He wanted to cry himself, let all the pain let loose, but no, he needed to be strong, he needed to stand up for those in need of strength, like his brother did for him. Colonel's Mustang's speech was indeed the most truthful of all that was given, it shown the truth about his brother, and that would probably what Ed would want for his funeral.

"Fullmetal would not want any of you to mourn for his death, like he always says, walk forward you still have two perfect legs to walk with. That would what he would want, thank you," Roy finished his speech with a small bow, the crowd erupted in polite claps. There was a good amount of people on that day, most of the citizens from both Resembool and a handful from Central.

And after a few hours there were only the close members left; Mustang's team, himself, Alphonse, and the Rockbells. There was a silence as all of them say their own silent prayers and thoughts that passed their mind, feeling regret of what they could've done while the boy was still alive.

"And may he rest in peace," with that they left, letting the wind blow the leaves leaving the written message clear on the tombstone.

Colonel Edward Elric.

1899-1918

Fullmetal Alchemist. Alchemist of the People

Beloved Brother. Caring Comrade. Savior of Amestris

May you rest in Peace

I don't mind reviews, I'll full heartedly accept them in fact, but please don't be too harsh on the judging, I'm new at least understand that, oh and I am okay with reviews telling me to improve but not criticizing ones, thank you. Oh, yeah this is after the promised day so the crazy things have already happened and Roy got his eyesight back, Al got his body back, Edward doesn't have Alchemy (WHY?) but he died so... Next chapter is going to be brighter than this I promise, well I hope atleast. Reminder this is my first story so please don't espect anything much from this. PLease Review, THank You.