((Welcome to Foxx's new fic which is entitled The Tale of Fang and Fur. Pairing will prolly be RoyHav eventually. Not sure right now. Hell, I might not even finish it. Keep your paws crossed. But yes.))

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The Tale of Fang and Fur

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Blood. Gore. Crimson flashes of light. Bodies strewn every which way. It was a scene from the worst horror film possible, only it was real. The shaggy wolf stood over a small girl, maw dribbling with saliva as he took another step forward on its large front limbs. It reared up and raked its large claws across her chest, blood splattering the soft fur.

"Havoc? Lieutenant Havoc, wake up!" Riza's voice made the man jump and wake from his snooze, looking up at her with sapphire blue eyes. He smiled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"Sorry, Hawkeye. Guess I fell asleep. Didn't get too good a rest last night." He muttered, taking a cigarette from his breast pocket and lighting it. He took a drag and tried to calm his nerves from the dream that had just occurred. He wiped the thin sheen of sweat from his brow as he looked at the stack of paper that had accumulated on his desk.

"Perhaps you should sleep next time, instead of whining about lost dates." Roy suggested with a good-natured smile. Havoc snorted and glared at Roy.

"You wouldn't know what it's like to lose a date, would you, chief?" He asked, muttered curses under his breath.

"What's got you so spooked Lieutenant? That's the second time you've jumped since I woke you up." Riza said, putting a hand on the blond lieutenant's shoulder. He shrugged and nodded.

"Every thing's fine. Just a nightmare. They've been bugging me lately. I guess all those scary movies have finally got to me." He said with a light-hearted laugh. Hawkeye nodded and went back to piling paperwork on Roy's desk.

"Then you'd better get it sorted out, Havoc. You're important as my subordinate." Roy said, slightly worried for his friend. "Besides, with these murders all over town, we can't have you out of it. There's a monster on the loose in Central, more than likely a chimera. A vicious, bloodthirsty chimera who seems to have a taste for human flesh."

A shiver ran down Havoc's spine as the dream forced itself into his head once more. He closed his eyes and held his head, shaking the image of the little girl away. "Who was the latest victim, chief?" He asked looking over at Roy, once the wolf had vanished.

"A small girl, by the name of Fauna Eris." Roy answered with a frown. "This thing has no soul if it's killing off children. Not that many chimera do." This seemed to only worry Havoc more as he rubbed his skull. "Does this case unnerve you lieutenant?"

"A little. I mean, what kind of beast would go after women and children? Besides those made-up in legend and lore?" He asked, looking up at his superior.

"If you remember correctly, the Crimson Alchemist went after anyone in his way. He didn't care who he killed, but he's on a short leash after his episode with warehouse six. Archer won't let him loose anytime soon. Besides, Archer admitted himself that their were chimera kept in warehouse six, it only makes sense that one of them are the cause for all this. That and the fact that the chimera that were being researched by Shou Tucker, the ones that are still alive, were being kept in warehouse six."

"We're sure it's a chimera that's doing this though, right chief?" Havoc asked as he shuffled about in his chair.

"Yes. We're almost positive it is a chimera. Why? What's wrong lieutenant? What are these dreams of yours about?" Havoc gulped and looked at the others in the office. He didn't want them to think him a coward, not that Roy wouldn't.

"I'll tell you later. Over a drink, my treat. I need to get smashed anyway." He muttered as he finished off his share of the paperwork. Roy nodded and left it at that. No use forcing Havoc to tell him in front of everyone. Apparently it was rather important to the blond smoker if he kept questioning his superior.

"Okay Havoc, what's up?" Roy asked as they sat in the car on the way to the bar. "I have a feeling this isn't just about your little horror movie obsession lately." Jean sighed and looked at his colonel with stressed blue eyes, a cigarette burning forgotten in between his lips.
"I have been having nightmares, but as you guessed it's not because of horror films. I don't even own a TV. It started when I was bitten by this large, black dog." He muttered, showing Roy the wound on his arm that was carefully wrapped up.

"Dogs don't cause nightmares Havoc."

"I know, chief, but this one did. I've been having dreams of a giant wolf ripping into people, and then the next day I find out the people in my dreams are dead. This whole murder investigation has gotten me, chief." He said with a frown.

"It's probably nothing, Havoc. Don't worry yourself over it too much." Roy said with a reassuring smile as he pat Havoc on the shoulder.