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A/N: Hey, this is my first story to be written on FanFic, so I need tons of feedback, which means flaming, review and everything else are encouraged by me.

Disclaimer: I do not in anyway own FMA or its many hot characters, though Kami-sama knows I want to so I could glomp Roy `Stang to death and hump Al until he gets traction...

Screams to the Requiem

"Close your eyes." The young woman with a short bob of violet and ebony hair seated before an older male did as she was requested, allowing her darkly-colored lids to fall over white eyes that once stared blankly up at him. Her breath came slowly from her nostrils as her breast swelled and then fell with anxious breath. Lids beginning to twitch slightly as a change occured in her body, She was seated on a grassy hill, before her sibling whose eyes shown with a silver glaze that seemed to be mirroring the deep grey sky above.

"Are you calm, Ange?..." Her lids flowed open like water rushing. Then realization hit her, she wasnt on a hill outside her home and her brother wasnt infront of her, trying to calm her thoughts with kind words. She was bound to a metallic slab that produced goosebumps all over her tanned flesh, wrists and ankles bounded by heavy leather straps that dug into her joints uncomfortably. And she was propped up beneath the heavy guard of a dozen U.V. lights. The glare made her toes curl in agony. Her full lips were pale and chapped and hurt as she attempted to form human sounding grunts of pain. Her once lovely tresses now wiry and unruly, matted at the back of her head as she lifted it from its original lolled position. Those words came to her again and again like a broken record that she wish would just die off into naught and leave her be. It had been a year since she had heard what her real brother sounded like. If he was still alive in the first place, those hunters... Dare she say it?...

They could have slaughtered him when they captured her. They could have gutted him and left him in the sewer that they found them in, but what did that truly matter?... She was stuck here, under the light's glare, unable to use her powers as she felt no shadows nearby and none would come to her as she asked them to. They had abandoned her just like everyone else. So screw them. She didnt need anyone.... She never had anyone and why should she start caring now if someone was there to hold her hand or not.

'Êtes vous calme, chaos….?' Came the ghostly voice once more as it entroached upon her thinking space. She grinds her teeth, failing to remember that this voice belonged to no one and she was all alone.

"Leave me alone..." She answered it, half-expecting the voice to answer back, but then again this was her talking to herself. If the voice did answer, the girl would condemn herself to lunacy once and for all.

"Who are you talking to, Joliet...?" The girl`s head rose to the left; a hiss erupting from deep within her chest as her brain recongized the voice. She struggled against her bonds, feeling a sense of renewed strength that boiled from her gut and splayed throughout her veins. The name Joliet had not been known for a very long time and the use of it now did not add to her sanity plea. At one time, she would have cursed and flailed until every ounce of her energy was spent. Now, all she could do was hiss and spit in this man's direction, unable to conjure enough will to even open her eyes. She inwardly cursed her weakness and the many lights that stare her down into subjection.

"Mordez-moi." She snarled back bitterly to the man behind the invisible wall, his specticals flashing from the flourscent lighting overhead. An amused grin stretched his thin lips.

"I'm offended, Joliet. Is that anyway to talk to your master?" She felt bile rise from her throat as she growled in a low voice.

"You are not my master... You are a coward who hides behind men who are stronger than you and controls them without their logical knowing," A chuckle sounded in the air around her and she looked blindly to the right, eyes registering nothing. "And you deserve death for doing this, You bastard!" Thats when a hit landed on her right cheek, causing her body to pull at the leather binds, digging the material even harder into her flesh. A cry rang from her lips which were cracked and bleeding. She slumped against the left side of her slab, hanging limply as the bruise on her cheek bone throbbed and began to swell into a lump. She swallowed over the up and rising moans of pain and furrowed her brow as the last shard of her pride fell and shattered like glass. Her dignity was so fragile that a simple slap to her face had broken her into something that she felt was unhuman; for she felt nothing but anger and pain. Joliet, Chaos, rose her head slightly in a shaky effort to atleast be able to spit at her attacker's feet, but failed and cursed herself for being so weak. If the time ever arose, she felt the itch, she felt something creeping along her spine calling for her to use her power, she would, but now she couldn't. Her celestrial silver-film eyes move to the right of her then the left, then to the front. She heard beeping within the confindes of her room which exuded a gaunt enviroment, dark and remotely frightening on her part. Joliet furrowed her brow.

"You aren't here anymore... Are you?..." She questioned to the man, but gained nothing in return, only silence.

"Answer me!" She screamed out, brow furrowing, but still no answer. She seemed to wait for a reply for a long time before one came and only came from within the confindes of her mind. Tormenting her by using her sibling's recongizable voice, taunting her when in truth; she had no idea if he was truly alive or not.

'Je suis ici… Seulement je… Personne d'autre.' It whispered into her ear, she could almost feel the metal-melting breath on her cold flesh and that cause a change in her. She moved towards the heat, wanting to fall into it and allow it to curl into her belly. She wanted to understand what human life was about once more.

"...Who.. are you?..." She hesistantly asked from beneath her breath, but like most people, it couldnt hear her and she repeat herself, more sure than before. "Who are you?..."

'Moi.' Joliet frowned, she did not feel whole, she felt incomplete like a hole had been stabbed into her chest and now her heart could barely beat, as if blood seeped from unseen wounds. Lucid fingers brush her hair from her sweating cheeks, pulling back strands to see her face once more. As her expression was troubled.

"Me?" She repeated, confused almost at the sudden one syllable.

'Moi. I am me and you are I...' Simple english seemed contorted to her ears as she attempted to understand.

"Pouvez-vous parler ma langue?" She question to it, her nose curling slightly in distaste. It had been a long time since she had spoken in her native language and it was almost a task to revert back to it, but its voice came back to her, softly, knowingly.

'Je peux...'

"Ensuite, dis-moi quiest moi ..." She continued to question it, speaking with this ghostly entinity as if it was before her. Then again, he could have been. Being blind had its disadvantages and this was one of them. She felt joy though, almost rapture for this contact. Any contact at all was better that none at all....

'Vous êtes vous et je suis moi… Leur est aucun mélangent dedans cela… Leur est une ligne entre nous, Joliet. Nous sommes deux personnes non une... Comprenez cela…' Joliet closed her eyes, a small smile marring her lovely features.

"Je comprends.... " She spoke, her head nodding slowly, up and down.

"Bon... Joliet, nous avons un ans et alors nous ne sommes pas. Je suis ici et alors je ne suis pas, vous êtes aucun ici et alors vous êtes. Nous sommes deux personnes, différentes et puis les mêmes. Vous comprenez ?.. "

"Non..." She answered. This voice was so articulate, so beyond her understanding that it hurt her mind to comprend what exactly it was trying to say and convey to her. What was it?.. That she was two people and then not, that she was no longer herself. How can that be and how could that not be?... It ruptured her soul to even think of such unconsivible things.

"You are dead...." Said her little friend in plain english so that she could easily and quickly understand and react. It sank in for a moment then she shook her head, a small laugh of denial coming from her brusied lips.

"If I am dead, then how am I here?-"

"You aren't." The voice deadpanned immediantly as her words stopped flowing in her etheral voice without much reason behind them.

"Yes I am...." She almost argued.

"No... You arent... Your soul, yes. Your body, no... Your soul was attached to another body... You are a Homunculi, Chaos and you were brought back for a reason...." That ended all sense of understanding for her, her eyes glazed over with intense emotion as it filled her to the brim and eventually spilled over, causing a new pain to be felt, though a machine beside her was pumping morphine into her system and was deemed necessary after the soul transfusion, It failed its function as she cried out. This young half-french half-Ishbalan child was now in the body of someone or something that was totally different. She was a homunculis, a monster... An experiment..

"I dont know who I am anymore...."

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!!!!TRANSLATION!!!!

Pouvez-vous parler ma langue- can you speak my language?

Je peux- I can...

Ensuite, dis-moi qui est moi- Then, tell me who is me... [literaly- Then, say to me who is me ]

Vous êtes vous et je suis moi… Leur est aucun mélangent dedans cela… Leur est une ligne entre nous, Joliet. Nous sommes deux personnes non une…-You are you and I am me... Their is no blend in that... Their is a line between us, Joliet. We are two people not one... [literaly- You are you and I am me… Their is no mix that inside… Their is a line between us, Joliet. We are two people not one]

Comprenez cela…- understand that.

Je comprends- I understand.

Je suis ici… Seulement je… Personne d'autre- I am here... Only me... No one else

Êtes vous calme, Ange? - Are you calm, Angel?

Bon- Good.

Joliet, we are one and then we are not. I am here and then I am not, you are no here and then you are. We are two people, different and then the same. Do you understand?.. - Joliet, nous avons un ans et alors nous ne sommes pas. Je suis ici et alors je ne suis pas, vous êtes aucun ici et alors vous êtes. Nous sommes deux personnes, différentes et puis les mêmes. Vous comprenez ?.

^-^ Woot! This is my first FMA fanfic and I think is going to be a Roy/Oc, cause who doesn't love the flame alchemist, though he is a p-e-r-v... So, I may make a Alphonese/Oc pretty soon. Big metal teenages need loving too! So, yeah. I made Joliet french... And Ishbalan, Im not very sure what I want to do with this, but I absolutely know that she is dead and so do you! Hmmm.... I think I know how she died.... Do you? Next chapter is going to be a bitch, but hey... If I get enough support I shall live on!!!

P.S. Oh my god! So many f-ing miscorrections, but Im glad I have friends to tell me what I got wrong...

Thanks,

Shiori-chan.