Fullice Alchemist: Chapter 1

-_- What a creative title, right? As you can probably guess, it's a Fullmetal Alchemist story.
But not with Ed and Al. (Edward Elric and Alphonse Elric.) They do meet them though. They story's first person. The main character is sort of a mix between Ed and Gray... Ice Alchemist. He's easily angered, like Ed (except he's always angry) and (sorry, fifteen people requested this... I didn't wanna do this)... you all know Gray's annoying habit that bothers everybody in Fairy Tail, right? His habit of stripping down to his underwear... or even further. [:P Sadly, yes... but to make up for it, I made him an Automailer and cool.
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BACKSTORY OF HOW HE BECAME AND AUTOMAILER!!!
It's rather predictable from the moment you read the second sentence.
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"Let's go this way, London! The road has too many cars that way." My friend Brooke yells to me from the other end of the park. 
"...sure! Wait, let me grab my hat really fast." I lean over and reach for my hat, which had dropped into the street.
The wind blows on my back.
I grip my jacket and lean over further.
And tumble into the street. 
I sit up and yell, seeing a car speeding towards me.
"God, STOP! BRAKE!" Trying to get on my feet, I yell as loud as I can to the car.
They didn't seem to hear me.
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"The car... the car's coming!" I thrash around and yell, sitting up.
"Relax. You're fine. The car is gone." A voice whispers.
My hand makes contact with my forehead. I'm covered with sweat. "It isn't?" I mutter.
"No. But, ah, it did hit you." I blink. There's a doctor standing before me.
"I'm OK, right?" I assure myself and the doctor.
The doctor looked at dad. "Uh, not exactly, son."
"What? How so?"
"You have... automail."
"...I do?"
"Yes. You were too young to feel the pain of the operation, so we put you to sleep."
"You should've let me feel the damn pain!"
"Excuse me?" Dad snapped.
"People younger than me had to feel the full pain!" I yelled.
"Son... you lost everything but your head. Even your neck is gone." Dad explained.
I snapped my fingers. "Ice you, father. And you. I don't care who either of you are. Without that pain I'm not strong. I wouldn't normally use this, but, I'm not exactly normal anymore. Ice you!" I snapped my fingers again and froze the doctor and dad.
"Well, you aren't alive anymore. May as well kill you further." I kicked them over and their frozen bodies shattered against the ground. 
I flexed my hand and examined it, expecting solid shiny titanium.
"What the- what is this?"
My whole hand was made of ice.
"Dad. You're so thoughtful. But won't this melt?" I asked myself.
I slammed my hand against the wall.
"For whatever reason, this won't break. I'm not arguing."
"Hey, since I killed dad and that doctor, would that make me a murderer?"
I looked at the ice on the floor and grinned.
"May as well do a job good."
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"Say, boy, you look familiar. You some actor or famous alchemist?"
"Go away. Did I ask you for your questions?"
"Just a little picker... don't have to get touchy."
"I do as I please," I snapped. "Stop bothering me."
"Well, then, what are you ordering?"
"A coffee."
"Coming up."
I let out a sigh of relief. Thank the gods he wasn't one of those ones who kicked me out.
The coffee slid towards me, and an instinctive growl escaped my mouth.
I wrapped my hands around the coffee.
The heat burnt. "Ah! What store are you running here?"
"Huh? Sensitive to heat? You an automailer, son?"
"Yes. What's the problem?"
"That skin did look pretty darn fake to me." The man splashed a cup of water on me.
I snarled, the paint dripping off of my icy automail.
"Sonofagun. That's some messed-up automail."
I winced in pain and wiped off the water.
"You're sensitive to a little warmth and a douse of water... why if I didn't know any better, you'd be London Maple, that ice alchemist."
I quickly wrapped my jacket around myself. "Ha, that's funny."
"Boy, you turn around." The manager said.
"Pass!" I yelped, running to the door.
Someone grabbed my collar. I turned around. "You do what the manager says."
They threw me to the ground. "I have a free will!"
"Damn, boy, you're no more than 16 or 17, I wager." The manager whispered murderously. "That's how old than London Maple is."
"L-London M-Maple?" I said, trying to make it sound like the name was unfamiliar in my mouth.
"London Maple. Say..." He dumped a bucket of water over me.
The paint slowly dripped off of the icy automail. "Uh... yeah, I need'a go... someone's expecting me soon." I scrambled to my feet and tried to run. 
The manager grabbed my jacket and pulled it off. "Hey, hey! That's not cool! Give me m' jacket back!"
"Son, if you don't want your automail noticed, wear a shirt." Someone whistled from the table.
"This ain't no son! This is London! London Maple! Look at that automail! It's clear blue!"
I grinned. "Ice you all!"
"Well, I'll be darned. It is London Maple, isn't it?" Someone yelped.
"It's too bad, actually... I can't let anyone escape." I snapped my fingers. "Ice you all!"
They froze as soon as the echo of the snap was heard.
I smiled. "If only you had ignored it, huh? Well, nevertheless, I am still addicted."
I took the jacket from the ice statue's hand and put it on.
"That's all too very awful you had to die... well, it isn't my problem anymore." 
My hand wrapped around the door handle to close it as I walked out.
A sigh escaped my mouth. "Father. You decimated my dream on the day I had to kill you," I mumbled. "Now I'll never meet him."
An old dream of mine was to meet the Fullmetal Alchemist.
Now my dream is different.
Now I had to destroy the Fullmetal Alchemist.
I had to destroy Edward Elric.