{nine days earlier}
Her breathing was heavy and she could hear her heartbeat in her ears as adrenaline coursed through her veins and tears fell from her eyes.  She was running, running fast and running far. Though never too far, only far enough.
It was something that she found herself doing more than she ever thought she would but since that day, the day he broke her, she had done this far too many times. Done the unthinkable. She had constantly battled herself in attempts to keep the demons of her mind at bay but time and time again she would fall short in the fight and lose.
She had never imagined that she would come to fall this low. Even lower than a worm in her own eyes but when this happened it was always because she was being run by the pain that he had caused her, her mind would go numb and her animalistic need for revenge on the wrongs which the world had bestowed upon her was all that mattered. She was never an overly religious person nor was she an alchemist nor a scientist, but what she did believe was that whatever otherworldly deities' that may or may not existed... only they and the small innocent lives which she so maliciously toyed with knew what horrors she had been the cause of and the pains she had been a custom to both delivering and receiving. 

Though She never intended for her soul to crumble and her heart to blacken, she now wore her guilt around her neck, on her wrists, upon her body for her to see and be reminded of daily. But never for the world, it was her macabre and twisted mind that meticulously made sure that she suffered but she suffered alone. Her same mind which Made it so that the scars painting her body, all along her thighs and torso and sometimes even her wrist. the scars which she used as a tally and a reminder to herself of the horrors and crimes which she has committed and the number of times she had committed them, these painful reminders to herself. they were always hidden from the view of the rest of humanity, no others would ever view her as the monster she was they would only see the facade. The mask she wore which tricked them and lulled them into believing that she was nothing more than a sweet innocent young lady.
Her feet splashed in the puddles caused by the rainfall a cool autumn downpour.
For the first time since she had become this monstrous human, she had felt the remorse before it was too late. Her footsteps thundering off the brick walls either side of her were echoing her drumming heartbeat. She slows down ever so slightly to skid around the corner of the back street alley onto to come to a complete stop. There where she had so.... easily.... abandoned the child which she had stolen away from the orphanage, stood a young child, and a suit of armour. Hot tears mixed with the cold rain as she hastily steps back around the corner. She pressed her back into the brick wall, it was too late. She wouldn't, or more couldn't lie she was thankful someone had found the child and the cries she heard meant that the child was still alive but. she was too late to undo her monstrous mistake and carefully for the child like her own... like she had intended when she had taken her away from the orphanage who had not even noticed her missing.
The young blonde held her, their golden blond hair braided messily and red coat soaked through. But they held the baby with care and hushed her cries.
Holding her hands over her mouth to Muffle a sob she steps back into the shadow of the alley. Turing, she clamps her eyes shut. 
She could never claim the child as hers now, they would know what she did... what she had done, and what she would certainly do again as soon as her demon took control again. She turns and runs again. This time to disappear into the night before they found her and locked her behind bars, where she deserved to be.

~~{same day, At the shopping centre,}~~
She had not thought she would run into them, and by pure coincidence. The young blonde who had saved the child she had abandoned like the monster who she was. But there they were a young boy probably no older than fourteen or fifteen. she observed them from afar trying her best not to interact or be spotted. she vaguely recognized the man that was with the young blond, though she couldn't think of a name. the uniform they wore she most definitely recognized. it came as a shock to know a child so young as this boy could be in the Amestris military but she would reserve her judgements for her own sick twisted mind, why judge others when one can criticise themselves so easily as she could. the young boy was beaming as he chooses outfits for the girl, she could see the looks that people gave him and the other military man as the young boy would ask the elder male for his opinion on some outfits. the person in the amour suit was also with them, she assumed he must be the boy's bodyguard or something. she continued to watch as the young boy, oblivious to the glares and looks of disgust and disapproval were sent his way, bounced around with the baby girl getting her everything she would need to survive. as the went towards the food aisle her voice of reasoning was overruled by the want to help the child that she had abandoned. she walked around and down the aisle in an attempt to make it seem as though she was browsing. the boy was murmuring to the child while trying to figure out what to get for her. 
she chuckles at his antics and reaches out grabbing one that looked mildly appealing. she acted as though she knew what she was doing. 
"try this one, my little one adored it," she says kindly hoping that this child would maybe like it or that if they didn't the boy would assume it was just the baby had different taste. 
"Oh thank you," he replies cheerfully. the suit of armour comes up behind him and with a rather echoy high pitched voice, they speak.
"brother, you should get some milk...." they say, the two go on to bicker as the young blond sighs in defeat and they walk off. the older male officer who was with the two rolls his eyes at them. 'so they are brothers? I wonder if it is by maternal relation or is one is adopted,' she thinks not much listening to what they two said. 
"Thank you, you are the first person I've seen since we walked in hear to treat him with respect, almost everyone else has just stared in disgust or disapproval, it is refreshing to know not everyone is utterly ignorant," he says while collecting a few different jars from the shelves.
"At first I thought the child was his and I know what it is like first hand to have to deal with the reality of being a parent at that age. I had my first daughter when I was seventeen, to an abusive man who I despised, my baby died of a sudden disease not long after she was born but I remember coming here much like he has to get her all that I could afford to give,  I know the looks, the comments, and because of that I have sympathy for people like him who also get the same looks," she explains with a sad smile as she finds herself speaking something so very close to the truth, parts of the statement at least, she knew very well it was not his child, and that it was no disease that killed her firstborn.
"I'm sorry to hear about your child, I hope you have found happiness," the raven-haired man says
"Oh I most definitely have, it's been a few years now since I meet the most wonderful man, and now we have a wonderful family, that's why I am here actually to pick up a birthday gift for my little boy, I guess I best be on my way, I wish you and the young boy the best," she says bowing in farewell as the lies so easily fall through her teeth, she could never find love after the state He left her, and having her own child... impossible.
"You too, thank you again for your kindness and your help," the man smiles before walking away. she waits a while then turns to leave before the might have the chance to realize who she is, her blood pounding as the overwhelming paranoia overtook her