The Alchemist's Daughter (Another FMA fan-fic)
Thankyou, Neare....I finally looked at my replies to my comments on youtube (This was about two months ago...like I said, I never look at my youtube account) And Watched this video again....amazing. Arigatou.
It's cool. Really.
Here it is, another story.
My question was always, 'Why do you have auto-mail?' They never told me, for a long time. Whenever I brought the subject up, My father would always wimper "Alphonse" his brother. He also did it with the subject of 'why don't you use transmutation circles?' My mother just looked off in the distance, like she always does. Ignoring the question, and acting like nothing was going on.
I once even asked The Kernal. My mother threw a butter knife from across the room at his foot right before he said anything. That was a bloody mess. But I could tell they really didn't want me knowing for a reason. I knew that reason when they finally told me.
It was worth stabbing The Kernal in the foot for. I sometimes wish I didn't know it.
The worst part was, they showed me everything about it. How to do it, everything. I could easily do it.
That's why the kernal is always here. Because he doesn't 'trust' me. He says it's the look in my eyes... Just the way I look...
My brown eyes that gleam the color of my mother's in the sun, the blonde shaggy hair that's held back in a ponytail or braid. Looks of death and defeat.
This time, let me tell you a story. This is a story of betrayl, lies, death, 'truth' and Reality. Yeah. I'm not kidding. This is a desperate story.
My Name? Call me Everlette. (Ever-lay) Ev. Eve.
Then again, don't. My name is bad....
How about you call me E? That works.
That, or Deathbringer Alchemist.
Like The name? It's there for a reason. All Alchemist's names are ment to intimate their opponents. Mine really does.
Just remember. This story does not have a happy ending.