Okay, so I didn't feel like typing up any of my ideas, so I took a list of 100 themes from some old challenge from some other fandom. Of course, the chances of me adding more than this oneshot are slim to none, so don't expect much. Anyway, disclaimer is in my profile I think. R&R flames are welcome. (Also, I wrote this at like 2:00 in the morning, so the middle through the end kind of sucks).
Alone - (T)
How did it come to this?
I used to walk the streets with my head held high, like I had the whole world at my feet.
Because I did.
I've gotten through situations worse than this, in stranger places. I've always adapted.
I used to have Al to help me.
I used to walk in places like I owned them. I used to talk to people like I had some power over them.
But I did.
I'm still Edward Elric, alchemy shouldn't change that. Alchemy shouldn't matter.
But it does.
I'm lost in this new world with no alchemy, no mechanic, no brother, no love.
When I first found myself here, I figured it would be only a matter of time before either I found a way to get back or Al did it for me.
I was wrong.
I adjusted, found a job as a helper at a local market and eventually began renting a place to stay.
I lived like that for about a year.
Eventually my automail began giving out. I didn't have the money to get the ports removed and to get regular prosthetics, so I left them. I began developing a limp, and my right arm became much weaker than my left and I was fired from my job, too weak to lift the heavy loads and carry them.
I was unable to be hired elsewhere.
I begged for a job at the shabby motel I stayed at, and began working for a measly pay. Desperate, I kept it and worked hard, hoping for a raise, still unable to find work elsewhere due to my limp and weak arm.
Instead I was fired and replaced by volunteers who worked for free.
The money I had already made lasted me only about a month before I began living on the streets, stealing food and sleeping in shaded alleyways. Eventually I began running out of energy from fighting off thugs at night, not having enough food or sleep to keep myself running efficiently. I ultimately adjusted to the rapes and beatings, and learned to only fight back if I thought I would be seriously injured.
At first I tried to protect myself and others who were attacked, but it was futile. I no longer had alchemy and was no longer the hero of the people. Being me, however, I couldn't just stand by and let others be beaten and such, even if it meant me receiving the blows, and possibly dying.
I decided that I would only help the people who were completely defenseless.
Since the thugs weren't stupid, that was just about everybody from before. I decided that the people I would defend the most were children, both nobles and orphans living on the streets. Since living on the streets could really toughen you up, it was mostly young kids that needed my help. And nobles; they couldn't do anything on their own.
As I walk along the side of the shop, I glance at the ends of the block, wary of the dark alley where the thugs hide during the day. It's been at least five days since I was last attacked, and it was a whole group, so I let them have me, hardly putting up a fight.
Knowing this area, I expect an attack any day, having gone so long without being targeted. I also glance behind me routinely, bumping into shoppers on more than one occasion due to my left leg.
Up ahead I notice a very rich looking noble who appears to be only 11 or 12 years old, alone except for a man who appears to be his butler. I eye his cane, trying to figure out how much I could get for trading it. Probably enough to buy at least a month's worth of apples (stolen things sell for very little compared to the original price).
I watch as the man I assume to be his butler ducks into the shop door and the boy continues on. Seeing my chance, I speed up slightly, planning on snatching the cane and running into the alleyway after we pass it. Suddenly the boy turns and strides down the very same alley, not even slowing. Wondering what such a young boy could want down in there, I slow down slightly, following him less obviously from a larger distance. He leads us through a system of dark alleys and blocks with completely abandoned shops until he is suddenly grabbed and pulled into what I know to be a dead end.
My old "hero of the people" instincts kick in and I run as fast as I can with a ruined leg after them, ready to kick the ass or asses of whoever laid their grubby hands on him. As I turn the corner I finally see his face and navy hair as he is pulled backwards toward the back wall by two men. His hat lies abandoned on the ground and slides into the wall as I run past it on my way to the back of the alleyway.
By the time I reach them, one of the men has him pinned and the other rolls his luxury cane and studies it. Without thinking, I kick the latter in the head with my good leg, knocking him down but also damaging my left leg. He staggers back, dropping the cane along the way. I kick it to the side and into the wall as I stomp over to him, throwing out a hook with my right hand, catching him in the jaw. Although the punch wasn't thrown very hard due to my ever-weakening automail, it's still metal and breaks his jaw. I step forward as the other man turns toward me and knock the other, who is already falling to his knee, in the nose with a jab , rendering him unconscious. I am suddenly shoved into the wall hard by the other man, who has let the boy go. My automail shoulder crunches unpleasantly upon impact with the wall, leaving it useless. I turn toward the kid, my back now against the wall.
"Run, kid!" I yell, suddenly cut off by an uppercut  to my stomach. All the boy does is cross his arms, uninterested, and lean up against the opposite wall, watching with a disturbingly calm face and a bright blue eye, the other eye covered by an eye patch that appears to be slipping somewhat.
I growl, and throw another hook, this time with my left hand, knocking the guy's face to the right and bringing him to his knees. I grab his hair with my hand and throw my knee into his face, his nose giving a sickening crunch, before he falls to the ground, also unconscious.
I turn to the kid, already half-way through yelling "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" before I notice that he is looking up at the roof of the building across from him.
"Sebastian!" I turn to see what the kid is yelling at, before seeing the butler-looking guy jump from the roof.
"Hey, don—" I close my eyes, expecting to hear the crunch of his bones snapping as he hits the ground. Instead, I hear him chuckle, taking a step towards me. Both he and I glance at the kid, me looking for an answer and him… well looking for the same, apparently.
"I think he will do, don't you, Sebastian?" The man, who I assume to be Sebastian, gives a rather creepy smile in return.
"Oh yes, why of course, my lord. What would he do, though? We already have a cook, maid, and gardener. And myself, of course." The kid, looking bored, rolls his eyes. "Well, I'm sure you could find something for him to do."
I take a step forward, prepared to ask this kid and his butler just what the hell they were talking about, and if I could possibly have the cane and hat, in return for saving the kid.  "Hey, um, I'm sure that this all makes sense to you guys, but I have no clue what's going on. However, in return for saving you," I start, looking at the boy, "could I possibly have your cane or hat?"
The kid scoffs, "Well of course not," he rolls his eyes as if the answer was obvious, "but we are prepared to offer you the role of a servant of the Phantomhive household." I frown, not believing him. "And what would give you the right to offer me that?"
The kid's jaw sets and he frowns. The butler smiles and says "why, this is my young master, Ceil Phantomhive." They both look at me, expecting me to accept of something, but instead I start laughing. "You? You're just a kid!" I ignore the fact that when I was his age I was a huge part of the military, or about to become one. The kid frowns again.
"For your information, shorty, I'm 13." I resist the urge to go into a short rant, and instead retort with, "Oh? Well then, you can hardly call me shorty." I smirk, satisfied with myself. I haven't had the chance to pull such an epic comeback since I was still in Amestris. The kid—Ceil, I guess—is about to reply when the butler cuts him off.
"I suggest that if you wish to become his personal trainer," Ceil raises his eyebrow but says nothing, "then you quit harassing the young lord." I frown, still uncertain about the strange duo.
"I. . ."
"We will provide you with food, shelter, and new prosthetic limbs," Ceil puts in.
"That clearly is not a normal limp, and regular limbs don't give out that easily."
I take a deep breath, "Okay, I'll do it. But I can always back out if I change my mind, right?"
"No, I'm afraid that if you choose to join us then you have no choice but to remain a servant from then on," the butler—Sebastian—says, smiling in a way that I don't like at all.
"Okay, I'll do it."
Now that I live and work here, at the Phantomhive manor, I am no longer alone.
But I am.
I live practically in the lap of luxury.
But it's not the same.
I still look for a way to get them back, to get back, but I no longer expect results.
I'm stuck here. Alone.
I may be here with these people, the servants and the young master, but I still don't have Winry, or Al, or even alchemy.
I am alone.
 I do karate so I use the actual names of punches. A jab is basically just a straight punch forward with your front hand.
 I don't know how to describe this one. Basically just punching in a curve down then up, like an upside down rainbow.
 I can't believe I wrote such a run-on sentence! T_T