Chapter 1: Introduction

A/N: This is a modern fanfic. I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist, the characters or the Mummy. The characters for this story are as follows:

Edward Elric- Rick O'Connell

Winry Rockbell- Evelyn Callahan

Alphonse Elric- Jonathon Callahan (yes he is her brother in this one)

Greed- Beni

Envy- Imhotep

Izumi Curtis- Ardeth Bey (In this one Ardeth is a woman)

Wrath- Gad Hassen (the warden)

Olivier Milla- Anck-sun-namun

Three Americans- Alex Louis Armstrong, Solph J. Kimblee, and Shou Tucker

Pride- Scholar

Roy Mustang- Evelyns Boss

Dr. Marcoh- Rick's British Friend

Van Hohenheim- Pharaoh

I probably forgot some characters so bare with me for a bit. OK on with the story! Enjoy!

Introduction

1230 B.C.

Thebes, City of the living, crown jewel of Pharaoh Hohenheim, Home of Envy, Pharaoh's High Priest, Keeper of the Dead, birthplace of Olivier, Pharaoh's mistress. No other man was allowed to touch her.

Unknown to everyone they shared a love so powerful…that they were willing to risk life itself to be together.

One night, Pharaoh Hohenheim strode into his drawing room to find Envy's priests clustered about looking rather guilty, "What are you doing here?" he muttered in Egyptian, eyeing them suspiciously.

He proceeded to the other room, pushing back the gold curtain that served as a divider, and found Olivier there standing in a seductive pose beside the statue of a cat. She avoided his eyes as his gaze wandered to her upper arm…and glimpsed the smeared makeup on her skin.

"Who has touched you?!" Hohenheim snarled pointing at her arm.

Olivier's eyes widened with horror and she glanced at the man responsible, who had come up behind the Pharaoh. Fugaku turned and was stunned to see…"Envy"

With out a word, the high priest grabbed the hilt of the King's sword and drew it into his own hand. Fearfully, Pharaoh stepped backward…only to be stabbed by his own mistress. Throwing caution to the wind, Envy and Olivier brutally murdered Hohenheim, while the other priests watched in horror.

Suddenly, the gigantic golden doors began to shake on their hinges and shouting echoed behind them.

"Pharaoh's guards!" Envy murmured, guessing the men heard their King's agonized screaming and came running.

Olivier turned her beauteous gaze on her beloved and cried, "you must go! Save yourself!"

"NO!"

"Only you can resurrect me!"

The priest turned to look at her…right as the angry guards burst into the room. His loyal priests seized him from all angles, trying to rescue him from the advancing guards while he strove desperately to get back to the woman he loved.

"I wont leave you!" Envy shouted. Striking out at his minions, "Get away from me!"

Olivier, however, merely stroked the air in front of his face, a sorrowful look in her eyes as he called, "you shall live again! I will resurrect you!"

Finally, the bodyguards arrived on the scene and gaped in horror at their murdered ruler.

The pharaoh's former mistress stared at them coldly and hissed, "My body is no longer his temple!" before plunging the dagger into herself. From his hiding place, Envy watched his lover's shadow and cringed as he witnessed her take her own life.

In order to resurrect Olivier, Envy and his priests broke into her crypt and stole her body. They raced across the desert taking Olivier's body to Hamunaptra, City of the Dead…ancient burial site of the sons of Pharaohs…and the resting place for the wealth of Egypt.

For his love, Envy dared the Egyptian Gods anger by going deep into the City…where he took the black book of the dead from its holy resting place.

Karin's soul had been sent to the dark underworld…her vital organs removed and placed in five sacred canopic jars. As he read from the black book and the other priests chanted, the woman's soul slowly rose from the black abyss and floated back to her body. The corpse gasped as new breath entered, officially back to life…but the ritual was not yet complete. Envy raised the dagger to plunge into Olivier, the last requirement of the spell…only to be grabbed by pharaoh's guards. They had followed him to Hamunaptra and put an end to the ritual before it could be completed, consequently, Olivier's spirit rose out of her body once more and plunged into the darkness. Envy screamed in sorrow and anger as his love slipped from his grasp.

Afterwards, Envy and his followers were to be mummified alive (A/N: im not going into detail on this) they had their tongues ripped out, their bodies wrapped in bandages while they were alive and placed into a sarcophagus filled with scarabs. This is known as the Hom Dai. The worst of all ancient curses, the recipient is to bear the agony of his wounds for all time; granting him eternal life.

When the ritual was complete, Envy was then buried beneath the statue of Anubis, the God of the Dead. He was kept watch over by the pharaohs guards followed by their descendants the Maji. They could never allow him to be brought back…for he would arise a walking disease, a plague among mankind, an unholy flesh eater with the strength of the ages, power over the sands, and the glory of invincibility.

Hamunaptra

1923

Hamunaptra, the once gorgeous city of the dead now ruins. A remarkable piece of ancient history…now a war zone. The French Foreign Legion fought against the marauding desert nomads but their small forces were picked off one by one, by an army of gun wielding foes.

The Maji stood on a near by sand dune and watched with solemn faces as the forces clashed, knowing that the forces were completely oblivious to the evil that lies beneath the sand.

The Legion members Edward Elric and Greed, gasped in shock when the captain suddenly mounted his horse and rode off.

"You just got promoted." Said Greed, a black-haired guy with black eyes and a deep voice.

Edward, a handsome man with long blonde hair tied in a ponytail hair and golden eyes. He nodded and he readied his weapon, "Prenez vos positions."

The enemy drew nearer and nearer screaming and yelling.

"Steady!" Edward shouted then he side glanced at Greed, "you're with me on this one right?"

The black haired man grinned and said, "Oh…your strength gives me strength."

That was what he said…until he turned around and saw the army growing ever closer. Greed stared for a moment, and then took off after the Captain, shouting, "Wait for me!"

Edward rolled his eyes "The hell you idiot." Not the slightest bit surprised by his partner's actions. He then gazed back at the targets. The American adventurer waited until the very last second before shouting at his men to fire.

The guns went off, taking out several enemies on the front line. Unfortunately, "several" wasn't enough, and the Foreign Legion soldiers quickly began to either fall or desert the battle. It was not long before the remaining men were forced to retreat. Edward was standing in the midst of battle, shooting down enemy forces and holding extra bullets in his teeth. When his shotgun ran out of ammo, he was forced to resort to his twin pistols, firing at every close range enemy in sight.

Finally, Edward realized it was futile to continue fighting, so he ran. He caught sight of his partner and gestured toward the open entrance to an ancient temple.

"RUN, GREED, RUN! GET INSIDE!"

Greed didn't have to be told twice as he ran into the ruins…and began to pull the stone doors closed behind him.

"HEY!" The blonde haired man yelled "Don't you close that door! Don't you close that-"

The door slid shut, leaving Edward to fend for himself. Quickly adjusting to the situation he took off through the temple sight, dodging bullets and leaping over fallen pillars. In his desperate flight, Edward dropped his gun and due to the barrage of bullets that followed when he attempted to retrieve it, was forced to abandon the firearm. The Foreign member bounded through the sand…but it was futile die to the enemies' cutting off any chance of escape.

They chased the young man until his path was blocked and there was nowhere else to flee. Defeated, Edward squeezed his eyes shut and waited for his execution…but the shots never came. Instead he heard the men yelling in fear, their horse's whining accordingly, and the sound of retreating hooves.

Edward's golden eyes fluttered open and he stared at the terrified fleeing men in confusion. He gasped when he heard voices whispering in the wind and turned around to see a large statue of Anubis, Egyptian God of the Dead. Suddenly, as if possessed by some supernatural force, the sand surrounding the soldier began to spring up from the ground. Edward scrambled to his feet and took off as fast as he could out of the cursed City. If he has stayed, he would have seen that the ghostly sand…had morphed into an impression of Envy's face.

Watching the retreating nomads, Izumi, leader of the Maji, muttered, "The creature remains undiscovered."

"And what of that one?" asked one of the other guardians, gesturing to Edward, who was running across the desert. "Should we kill him?"

'No…" Izumi replied cryptically, "The desert will kill him."

Three years later, In the bustling City of Cairo, a young blonde haired woman named Winry Rockbell. Librarian of the Cairo Museum was perching precariously on a tall ladder.

"Sacred Stones…" She murmured, holding a pile of books in her slender arms and attempting to reshelf them. "Sculpture and Aesthetics…Socrates, Seth, Volume one, Volume two and Volume three…and T-" She stopped, sapphire blue eyes staring in perplexity at the last book in her grasp. "Tuthmosis? What are you doing here? T…where are the T's…?"

Winry looked at the bookshelf directly across from her, finally locating the "T" section. Not wanting to waste time climbing down and repositioning the ladder, the young women attempted to reach across and put the book in its proper place…but her arm wouldn't reach. She leaned further and further until…

"Eeek!" Winry found herself balancing on the two legs of the ladder, staggering dangerously as if she were on stilts. "Oh…help." The librarian murmured.

She screamed as the ladder fell forward and into the bookshelf, knocking it into another…and so the domino effect began, not stopping until every single shelf in the library had been toppled over.

The guilty woman stood up, uninjured…but in deep trouble. "Whoops…"

To make matters worse, her boss, Roy Mustang arrived on the scene.

"What-How c-I-How-Look at this!" the man stuttered, eyes bugging, "What the hell?! Sons of the Pharaohs! Give me frogs, flies locusts! Anything but you! Compared to you the other plagues were a joy!"

Winry hung her head shamefully. "I am so very sorry. It was an accident"

Roy Mustang scowled and replied. "My dear, when Ramses destroyed Syria, that was an accident. You…are a CATASTROPHE! Look at my library! Why..why do I put up with you?"

The woman shot her boss a look and said "W-well you put up with me because I can read and write ancient Egyptian…and I can decifer hieroglyphics and hieratic…and well…" her eyes lit up with indignation. "I am the only one within a thousand miles who knows how to properly code and catalog this library! That's why!"

"I put up with you because your father and mother were our finest patrons!" Roy snapped. "That's why! Now I don't care how you do it. I don't care how long it takes…straighten up this mess!"

With that, the livid scholar stormed off, and Winry was about to begin the arduous task when a noise from the exhibit in the back room caught her attention. She grabbed a torch off the wall and began to search the artifact-filled room. The girl approached an open casket…and shrieked when the mummy inside sat up straight.

Laughing, Winry's brother, a blonde-haired man named Alphonse, moved the mummy out of his lap.

"Have you no respect for the dead?" Winry hissed.

"Of course I do!" Alphonse grinned. "But sometimes, I'd kinda like to join them."

Tucking the ancient corpse back into its place, the librarian muttered, "Well I wish you would do it before you ruin my career like you ruined yours, now get out!"

The older sibling chuckled and climbed out of the casket, saying, "My dear, sweet baby sister…I'll have you know that at this precise moment my career is on a high note."

"High Note? HA! Al, please, I'm really not in the mood for you. I've just made a bit of a mess in the library and the Bembridge Scholars have rejected my application again. They say I don't have enough experience in the field…"

Al's goofy expression softened as he glimpsed his little sisters distress. He went to her and took her hands in his. "You'll always have me, sis."

He grinned, leaning his forehead affectionately against her as she began to giggle. "Besides…I have just the thing to cheer you up."

Winry sighed and muttered, "Oh, no, Al not another worthless trinket. If I have to take one more piece of junk to the curator to try and…sell for you.."

The young woman's sapphire orbs widened when Al presented her with a small, circular metal device. "Where did you get this?"

Al shrugged. "On a dig down in Thebes. My whole life I've never found anything, Winry. Please tell me I found something."

Winry ran her skilled fingers along the surface of the artifact…until it opened to reveal a folded piece of paper hidden within.

"Al…" She began, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I think…you found something.

"You see the cartouche there?" Winry pointed out the drawing to Roy. "It's the official seal of Pharaoh Hohenhiem, I'm sure of it."

"Perhaps…" Roy began only to be interrupted by Al.

"First of all, who was Hohenhiem and was he rich?"

"He was the second pharaoh of the nineteenth dynasty and said to be the wealthiest one of them all."

"Good. I like this guy"

The blonde continued, "I've already dated the map and it appears to be almost three thousand years old. And if you look at the hieratic just there…well…its Hamunaptra."

"What the hell? Dear, God, don't be ridiculous," Roy scoffed. "We're scholars not treasure hunters. Hamunaptra's a myth told by ancient Arab story tellers to amuse Greek and Roman tourists."

Winry went on. "I know all the blanther about the City being protected by the curse of a mummy…but my research has led me to believe that the City itself may have actually existed."

"Are we talking about THE Hamunaptra?" Al inquired.

"Yes, The City of the Dead, where the earliest pharaohs were said to have hidden all the wealth of Egypt. Supposedly, the Pharaoh could, at will, order the entire necropolis to sink into the sand taking the treasure with it."

Holding the map a little too close to a candle, Roy added, "Yes…its all just fairy tales and hocus-Oh! Good gracious!" The flame from the candle lit the parchment ablaze.

The siblings leaped on the map and desperately tried to put the fire out…but were too late.

"You've burnt it!" The blonde man whined. "You've burnt off the part about the lost city!"

" Give me a break! It was for the best," Roy replied cryptically. "Many men have wasted their lives in the foolish pursuit of Hamunaptra. No ones ever found it…most have never returned."

The siblings were not going to give up so easily, however, and soon made their way to the Cairo Prison.

"Come, step over the threshold!" the warden, Wrath, beckoned them. "Welcome to the Cairo Prison, my humble home."

Glancing around at the countless men in chains and containment, Winry hissed, "I thought you told me that you got it at a dig in Thebes."

"Well…" Al began sheepishly. "I was mistaken.'

"You lied."

"I lie to everyone. What makes you so special?"

"I am your sister!"

"That just makes you more gullible."

Winry rolled her eyes. "You stole it from a drunk at a local casbah."

"Picked his pocket actually."

The two were let to an outdoor cell with a door leading to an inner chamber and the blonde-haired woman inquired, "What exactly is this man in prison for?"

"This I do not know," Wrath admitted. "But when I heard you were coming I asked him that myself."

"And?"

"He said he was just looking for a good time."

Just then the door inside the cage burst open and several guards restraining a prisoner burst out. He was a young man in his twenties with a mess of tangled blonde colored hair and a thin but muscled, dirty body. He growled as the guards struck him with the clubs and dragged him over to the bars."

"This is the man you stole it from?" Winry demanded to know.

"Yes exactly." Her brother replied.

"Who the hell are you?" The prisoner asked Al. His golden eyes then wandered to Winry and he added, "and who's the broad?"

"Broad?"

Before his sister could go off on a tangent, Al said, "I'm a local guy and this is my sister Winry."

"Ask him about the box." Winry murmured as Wrath's attention was caught by something else, "Uh, hello excuse me…"

The unruly man turned to look at her with an annoyed look.

"We found your puzzle box and we were hoping you could tell us more about it."

"No, hn."

"…No?"

"You came to ask me about Hamunaptra."

'How did you-"

"Oh hell, because that's where I was when I found it."

Al smirked and moved closer to the bars. "How do we know this isn't a load of chicken scratch?"

The prisoner looked at him and asked, "Do I know you?"

"No…" the blonde replied uncertainly.

In answer to this, the blonde haired man punched Al in the nose, resulting in the guards hitting him again with their clubs.

Stepping over her brother, Winry moved next to the cage and asked "you were actually at Hamunaptra?"

"hn. Yea I was there."

"You swear?"

"Every damn fucking day"

The blonde's next question came out in a kind of nervous stammer. "C-could you tell me how to get there?"

The prisoner cocked a golden eyebrow. "You wanna know?"

'Well…yes?"

"You really wanna know?" he moved closer to the bars.

The young woman was getting excited now as she murmured, "Yes! Yes!"

The golden eyed man motioned for her to lean closer…then grabbed her chin, crushing his lips to hers in a rough kiss.

"Then get me the hell out of here!" he ordered against her mouth.

Winry stared at the prisoner in shock as the guards struck him, dragging him back towards the inner part of the prison.

"Do it lady!" he shouted.

Still in shock from the kiss, the sapphire eyed beauty looked at Wrath and demanded, "Where are they taking him?"

"To be hanged." The warden smirked. "Apparently, he had a very good time."

A/N: Wow..that was long. I hope you enojoyed it. Read and Review please. This is my first Fullmetal Alchemist fic so please be honest with me! Now on to Chapter 2!