This is my new Fanfic, i know i should be working on my other fics but i have written three chapters of this and im desperate to post this. hope you all enjoy and I don't own FMA or anything, i got this idea from bluebird illusion, its kinda like that, but you can read without having played it! :) deadicated to my friend Vee~chan!

Chapter 1: Control

"Thanks! Come again soon!" waved the shopkeeper, a young Ishbalan, who took refuge in Xerxes along with his younger siblings and wife. "Will do, Max. Have a great day," waved the young-looking blonde haired boy, Pride Thompson. The unknown homunculus Pride was wondering around the town looking for anything that seemed somewhat interesting. Xerxes really only sold the needs and not much wants. Pride Thompson was a blacksmith that worked at the edge of the towns center, always working and rarely lazing around. He was proud in all of his works, selling the best quality and making a name of himself.

Oh, he loved to gloat.

But although he has a good reputation with work, his social life is mostly nonexistent, not really socializing with the townsfolk around him. Many people got on his bad side, insulting him and making him very furious. Pride was a very Proud person, and was a bit narcissistic as others would say. He was only friends with a few people and they were just acquaints, his only real friend is product seller Maxwell Jones an Ishbalan who fought and survived the war, gaining a very horrible scar running up his left leg from an explosion.

Pride lived in a small home, a two bedroom and unpacked his brought goods and placed them in their deemed places, before walking towards the bookshelf near the front door, picked the book he was currently reading and sat down on the couch, reading the book competing it only hours later. After he had put the book back, he was once again bored. Nothing around Xerxes was entertaining, just a fight that happened here and then. Pride looked far too young to even walk into the local bar, and his friend was be selling his produce or working on his crops. Boredom was his least favorite part of his day, happening every day. He decided on going to bed and taking a quick nap and waking up and figuring out what was for dinner.

But that night it wouldn't be the same for anyone.

His eyes opened and he looked over his surroundings, the same old ceiling and walls. The being had been too weak to move every few nights he would wake up, but the pressure he felt constricting him to the bed had finally faded and he was able to move his limbs freely. The being smiled smugly at the chill that nipped at his feet. He quickly ran out of the home and into the cold desert breeze.

The being took in his surroundings, noticing there was no one in sight. The being looked up into the sky, spotting the large glowing full moon that brightened up the world around him. The being smirked. He wasn't weak with the glow of the moon, seeing the silhouette of humans that wandered inside the houses. 'I can work with this,' the being thought.'I just need to find a soul to replenish my philosopher's stone'.

The being walked wobbly, still unfamiliar with his new 'container'. The being walked around the place, trying to figure out what location he is at the very moment. The being noticed the camp like structures around him. 'Loir maybe? No this place doesn't even resemble Loir'. Then a person came out of said building. The human just stared at him, hatred in the human's eye's.

"What the hell are you doing here Pride?" hissed the human, glaring daggers at the unsuspecting inhuman being. 'Pride. That is my name, but . . . how does he know that?' The human began to get impatient at the lack of an answer. "Answer me Thompson!" Pride looked up at the human. 'Thompson? I don't remember that name being from any alias I've ever used'. The angry human walked up to him, hatred and anger in every step he took, to Pride it was almost like this was his youngest sibling Wrath walking up to him.

"Well Pride, what the fuck are you doing here?! No one here wants you to be around! You pathetic excuse of a man! Get the fuck away from here!" the angry man shouted, spit flying into the homunculus's face. The homunculus remained emotionless, but inside he was raging. 'Im pathetic, that's rich, im not some stupid human who lives inside a slum camp' no one gets away unscathed when they insult Pride's well . . . pride.

The homunculus smirked and looked at the man with purple eyes, that showed nothing but smugness. The being felt the unusual feeling of his body extending, as a dark patch grew underneath the homunculus's feet. The angry human continued to rant and spit at Prides face, completely ignoring the slowly growing amount of unnatural shadows. When the human briefly closed his eyes, Pride didn't hesitate, and threw his shadows at the human's direction, grabbing both arms and feet and dragging the human towards him where are large mouth fill of sharp, perfectly white teeth opened.

"Huh?! No, please I'm begging you! I take it back! Please don't hurt me!" the human panicked. The humans eyes wide with fear and shock, not expecting the attack. "You humans are pitiful pathetic creatures. At least you be of some good use than spiting at homunculi," Pride was smirking from face to face, a demonic tone came from inside his throat, laughing metallically when the human's eyes widened even more that physically possible. The human was unable to scream before he was devoured by Pride's shadowy teeth.

Pride felt a power surge within himself at the feeling of a soul. The familiar sound of the soul's screaming was music to Pride's ears. The homunculus walked around continuing his main reason he was searching the area in the first place, when he sees an untouched ruin. The incomplete drawing was in full view, before his eyes widened when he finally connected the dots.

He was in the ruins of Xerxes.

i hope you like and ill post ASAP! :)