Disclaimer: I don't own FMA! I like beans though, does that count? Huh? No? DAMMIT I WAS SO CLOSE. Whatever...GO RUSSIAN LESBIANS GO! -is listening to Tatu-
Riza Hawkeye lay awake in her bed, yet another sleepless night chasing away the possiblity of rest. She sighed, and looked over at her alarm clock. 1:37. Only five hours, twenty-three minutes to go, she thought. She watched the blades on her ceiling fan spin around, and around, and aroud. She started counting. She had barely gotten to fifty when her doorbell interrupter her train of thought.
She dragged herself out of bed, both happy to have something to do and annoyed that someone had made her lose count.
"Hello?" She said, opening her door. She immediately gasped at what she saw.
There, standing in front of her, was Colonel Roy Mustang. But that wasn't the half of it. His hand was held firmly over his left shoulder, a deep burgundy stain spreading quickly throughout his blue uniform. The sleeve below his arm dangled limply, as if nothing were inside.
"Sir! What happened to you!" Riza cried out.
"I did a bad thing, Hawkeye...catch me." He muttered.
"Sir, what--"
Roy's eyes closed, and he tumbled down to her feet.
"SIR!"
-Somewhere below East City-
"R...R...ki...ki-ro...kill..." Stuttered a being, mostly a skeleton with tight skin stretched over his bones and dark hair that was the most complete part of him, one long part sticking out in front of his face while the rest was clipped short.
"Yes, I understand, you want to kill him. Good." Said a woman, in her late forties, perhaps, with dark eyes and graying hair that barely passed her jaw. She held her hand out to the creature bent in front of her, a sort of crushed magenta stone in her palm. The monster slurped this out of her hand, almost like a dog takeing food from the hand of its master. The woman smiled and offered more of this to it, which it accepted hungrily, again and again. It began to plump out to the form of an actual man, more than a corpse.
"Obsession...you will be called Obsession. Now go, find him, kill him. You know you want him dead, gone, you don't want him in this world. Get rid of him." She said.
"Yes, mistress Dante." The man said with his newly found voice.
"Excellent."
A/N: DUNDUNDUNDUN. R & R. I get bored without your reviews. It makes me emo. All emo and no reviews make Mr. Clean a dull Alchemist.