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The Howling Alchemist

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The dull night sky loomed over the silent forest. Usually the sky would be covered by bright white stars that scattered across the pitch black canvas of the night - which was a beautiful scenery to stare at for a couple of hours, but it seemed the clouds were covering them. Covering the stars like a mother tucking her children in their blanket. There hidden in the forest, was an old building which looks to be abandoned for years. Nature seemed to have taken control of the somewhat collapsing structure. 

 

There stood the figure. It was a man, in his late 20s. His silky short hair seemed to lighten up as the moonlight reflected on it. The fur-collared black jacket he wore, now swayed along with the sudden breeze. His white pin-stripped buttoned up shirt were now covered in dirt and filth. He hated this place from the day he was brought here and now wondered why the hell he's come back. Perhaps to check if the structure was still here, or to just to recall all those horrible memories in his past, or maybe both. 

 

He scratched the back of his neck before trying to open the old rusted metallic door. But it won't budge. So he did it the old way, by old way he meant to kick down the door. And so he did and did until the door collapsed to the ground - signalling defeat. He entered the door swiftly and gracefully. His grey eyes scanned across the dull and lifeless hallway. The only thing he could hear was just the breeze that breached the area. 

 

Just get to the damn room and run away, simple as that. He told himself. The man made a hard left, right and went straight ahead. As he walked to this certain room he saw what appears to be both human skeletons and something else. Focus goddammit. He reminded himself harshly. There, the man found what he was looking for. There stood a doorless room. Then, the memories came flooding back. 

 

He was no more that ten years old, who came to a sudden halt. He jerks his back until it struck to his side and both arms shot to the sides. 

 

"Report soldier.." An older voice of a man spoke, his big bulging eyes staring into his. 

 

"We encountered a group of surviving Ishvalan citizens who were taking refuge near the base."

 

"What did you do next?" 

 

"We politely asked them to seek refuge in another area, but they didn't concur with me and my fellow troops."

 

"And?"

 

"We had no choice but to eradicate them…."

 

The old man laughed and applauded him. He tilts his head to the side, curiously. "You've done well soldier!" He praised. 

 

All he wanted to do was smile, but all that came out was a dull: "Thank you, sir.."

 

Name: William Smith 

Designated Codename: Knight

Sex: Male

Notes taken from leading researcher: From what I observed, the subject seems to obey any sort of commands, such as to assault or to terminate subjects with no questions asked. He is good at handling any type of weapon due to participation to all weapons handling demonstration classes. Unfortunately, through his years of training, he slowly loses his capability to express his personal and common emotions. A few months later, I decided to have the subject's genetic material alchemically combined with that of a wolf. After that, we noticed something unique and spectacular. We observed that the subject can transform into a bipedal wolf-like creature and that the subject's speed, agility, strength and endurance have increased unexpectedly. He could be a perfect candidate for-

 

He ripped the file in pieces. Though he's dark grey eyes show nothing, he was screaming angrily in the inside. It was a good thing he escaped and killed every single one of them inside. They all deserved it. He hated each one of them. The researchers, his comrades and everyone on the fucking base. Why did he fucking obeyed their orders?! 

 

Once he was outside the structure, he took out some white gloves off of his jacket's pockets. On the gloves' palms were transmutation circles for explosion alchemy. He stared at the structure one last time, before clapping his hands together. Then the structure exploded with a loud BANG! After the explosion, fire seemed to spread across the destroyed structure. 

 

If he could express his emotions again, he would just smile and laugh with joy. Because finally, the place where he and some other children were used to become killing machines was finally destroyed. 

 

He removes the gloves one by one and shoved them back to his pockets. 

 

There, he transformed. 

 

Black fur seemed to spread across his skin. His ears seemed to become more like of a wolf's, while his fingernails turned into dagger-like claws and his shoes could no longer fit the now-transformed feet. His mouth became a muzzle, and his teeth turned into sharp canines. A tail materialized, while his eyes were more wolf-like than human. 

 

He began to run away. First on his two, then when he was farther away from the site, he was on all of his fours. He howls as he runs away, letting all of them know, the night is always full of terrors.