A/N: Ok, this chapter isn't finished yet, but I want some feedback on it. Is it any good? I'm not entirely sure where I'm going with this though. I've been wanting to write a story with a Scar/fem!Edward relationship, but I'm not sure if anyone else would want to read it. If everyone's all "Ewww! No way!" about it, then it'll just be an alliance or something. Or if that doesn't work out, I'll just delete the story.

To those of you who have read my School of Erolis story: I'm still working on it! I'm sorry! I've had major writer's block and I grew uninterested in it for a while. But, never fear! My interest is renewed! XD

Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist.

Standing over the trembling body of a State Alchemist was a man with spiky white hair, red eyes and a big scar shaped like an 'X' in the middle of his forehead. His face was set in a serious expression and his eyes held no mercy as he reached out to blow the alchemist's brains out. His palms were on the man's forehead, but a thought stopped him.

The trembling man on the ground whimpered. This is the end, isn't it? He thought to himself. His life flashed before his eyes and he trembled even more as he felt a hand on his forehead. Deciding he didn't want to see anything, he scrunched his eyes closed and waited for the end. But it didn't come. Cautiously, he opened an eye to look at the infamous Scar.

"Hmm, if I let you go, would you be able to get me information on an Alisha Elric?" He asked with his deep voice. The man on the ground froze and stared at the man in dazed confusion. "Well?" Scar asked, getting a little irritated.

"Wh-Um, uh, y-y-yeah…" The man finally stuttered out. He gulped at seeing Scar's grin.

"Get me as much information on Alisha's past, and if you succeed, I won't kill you this time," he said. "Once you get it, leave the information in this box. You have three days." With that said, Scar walked out of the dark alley and out of sight.

It took the trembling man on the ground about ten minutes to digest what had just happened, and another five minutes to calm himself. Finally, he walked home, looking over his shoulder the whole time.