((Like most my stories, the chapters are short. But, according to Taisa, good. So here you are. My third fic, Central's Burning. Based off a roleplay plot. o.o))
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I: The New Fuhrer
Explosions, panic, mayhem. Something that would have been the calling card of the Crimson Alchemist. There was only one problem with that.
He was dead. He had been executed several years ago. Right after Bradley was killed. He made sure that that was one nightmare that'd never haunt him again.
Of course he probably should have seen to it personally instead of having Archer take care of it. He didn't exactly trust Archer. Then again, who could trust the warmonger? Obviously Bradley could. That's what put Roy at unease. Anyone that was trusted by Bradley that much wasn't safe or trustworthy in Roy's book. After all, the warmonger could easily turn on him and become Fuhrer himself. That was not a good thing for Central.
But Frank still assured Roy that the famed hero and villain of Ishbal wxas dead. But who else could be destroying his glorious city of Central? Kimbley had no time to take on an apprentice nor did he have the patience. Unless the man had been hiding some weak spot for some child. Which he highly doubted. Kimbley wasn't like that; he should know that by now.
Who else had the power to destroy most of Central in less than three weeks? It caused Fuhrer Roy Mustang to grow gray hairs. Damn, soon he wouldn't be as popular with the ladies.
Yup. Roy was still the same, minus an eye of course.