Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist belongs to Hiromu Arakawa and not me and I honestly doubt someone would believe me if I claimed to be her.
Author's note: I just reread chapter 61 and this idea just appeared out of nowhere and demanded to be written down...
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Following Orders
When they arrived at the Führer's office, Roy Mustang stretched and sighed. The tension never truly leaving his body. "Really, I never thought, this job would be so stressful," he said as he walked over to the couch on the right side of the room, unbuttoning his uniform jacket, the hawk's eyes watching him.
"It was to be expected," Riza replied emotionless, her voice never betraying what was going on inside of her or what she truly wanted to say. Stressful? This it what you are calling this? It's horrible, it's wrong, it's not how it was supposed to be...but stressful? Is that all?
"And the Elric brothers don't make it easier," he said calmly as he neatly folded the jacket and placed it on the couch. His aide wondered what happened to the man she knew as Roy Mustang, while she watched his broad back. The caring, but sloppy Roy Mustang.
"They always had their own mind," she responded. Unlike me, who always followed your orders, until the very end.
Riza Hawkeye never knew how it came to all of this, how her usually sharp eyes missed all of it. Maybe because she thought, no believed, all of this would never happen with Roy Mustang in this position. She believed in him, believed he would change everything for the better, instead he changed it for the worse. They say power corrupts and once she honestly believed it would never happen to him, but in the end it did.
The Führer was about to turn around to her, but stopped as he heard the small click of her gun. She gave him time to say something that would make her stop from doing what she was about to do. However, she wasn't going to give him the time to attack her and she knew he knew it too. Her hands were not shaking as she always thought they would in this situation.
"I have always known it would be you," he said calmly, coolly.
She had hoped something in his voice would betray him, hoped that there was something left of the old Roy Mustang, of the man she loved, but there was nothing.
The shot echoed through the office and soon the bodyguards he had left behind would come. They will be too late, because Führer Roy Mustang is already dead before his body hit the ground. Riza Hawkeye's shots never miss, never fail their intended purpose and this time she shot with the intention to kill.
Her hands finally started to shake and she sank slowly to the ground. She had no reason to escape, no reason to live. Riza Hawkeye fullfilled her promises and her orders and there is nothing more to do than to wait for her own death now.
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Author's note: Please be aware that English is not my first language and so any advice/constructive criticism is appreciated.
