Greetings all

Greetings all! I'm so glad to have you all back at my door for yet another story I hope is very worth your time. This time, I take FMA to a whole new level. And trust me, putting all of this together wasn't easy. Please read and review! No flames! For the finale of my mini rant: I don't own FMA in any shape or form, even if I wish I had a Roy plushie to squeeze to death. And yes, this is going to be a RoyxEd pairing. Enjoy!

"Iii" speech

Iii thoughts

Chapter 1: Hallucinations of the Unknown Kind

When he'd first caught sight of it, he hadn't been sure if it was the fact he was practically dead drunk, or that he was dead tired. It didn't seem to matter that he was out in the dark of night, by himself as he stumbled back to his singles' apartment only a few blocks away from the bar he frequented when he needed to loosen up or just needed something to get his mind away from everything else in his life. After seeing the most unusual thing anyone could ever see, Roy Mustang couldn't help but wonder if he was suffering from the side effects of alcohol, or if he'd just gone completely nuts.

His midnight black eyes were like dark coals, set into a smooth and youthful face of eerie pale coloring. Both of which were finished off by a thin mouth and jet-black hair, short but somewhat spiky, not to mention slightly wrinkly work clothes that would define him as a bit of a businessman. But that doesn't matter right now since a rather drunk and confused Roy Mustang was still trying to comprehend the snapshot style image that'd just passed him by, high above his head (and a number of the houses nearby) was indeed the result of too many beers or not.

Figuring out the cause of the odd visual seemed to be the least of his worries when Roy couldn't help but think that what he had seen had indeed been real. But by now, the actual definition of 'real' was starting to look a little sketchy. Not after one sees something oddly human-like go flying through the air like a fuckin' oversized grasshopper after spending half the night getting drunk and trying to resist the urge to bring one of the many women at the bar home with him. Normally he would have, but tonight? He just hadn't been in the mood for random sex from a woman who'd probably just leave ten minutes later anyway. Lucky for him, even when drunk, Roy always had the decency to wear a condom whenever he had a female guest over for more than just the night.

Normally nights like these were calm and lacking in any kind of real action except for the usual drunken fights that sometimes broke out. All of which he'd been forced to break up when the men fighting learned that he was a cop. Very little fights occurred after the first couple of nights. Nowadays it was the new guys that always caused trouble instead of the regulars. The last time the night air felt odd was back around his second year on the job when he was investigating a case of a serial killer. Little did he know at the time that he was being stalked by said killer until the psycho tried to go all out on him and blow his head clean off.

When drunk, Roy knew himself not to be the kind of guy who saw stuff that wasn't really there. He never did see the pink elephants like some would think drunks would when they had one too many. No seeing ugly women as heart stopping beautiful and no waking up in a tub of ice with some vital organs missing. But sometimes he really wondered when he saw his old friend and partner Maes Hughes now and again out of the corner of his eye. Sometimes, it would be some random guy fitting his description almost to the 't'. But other times, Roy could only wonder if he was going crazy, or too drunk to determine fantasy from reality. The raven-haired detective never really bothered to try and figure this out. The last thing he wanted was to be seen as an alcoholic that drank like the stuff was water, or that he was the crazy cop who'd been in the field just a little too long.

But tonight had a different atmosphere to it. Like something was… wrong about it. Off. Not exactly like it should be. Staring up at the now empty sky where only the street lamps and electrical wires stretched above the street he walked, Roy could only wonder if what he'd seen had indeed been an illusion. Deciding that it was, the raven-haired man merely shrugged to himself, pulled his long coat on a little tighter, and continued his small trek back home. Or at least he would have if not for seeing that, not too far ahead of him, he was no longer alone.

He knew that a car had gone by once or twice, but no other people could be seen anywhere. Now it was different. Only now was there someone else. Any other night, Roy would've thought nothing of it and would've just kept walking. But this suddenly existing person wasn't moving, much less in any kind of hurry to be anywhere except just standing there in the middle of the sidewalk. Instead, the person stood a little in the shadows and seemed to be staring at him rather intently. Not that he could see the person's face that is. He could feel the figure's gaze. Since he was a cop with the local police department, Roy knew he was probably in for a bit of a showdown if the person in front of him was thinking of trying to take advantage of his slight drunkenness.

Taking a slightly defensive stance, Roy could only force his mind to get up out of the beer filled gutter it was in so to prove a much more difficult opponent than the stranger might already believe him to be. As he did so, he let his right hand slip into the folds of his coat so he could grip the handle of his standard issue .9 mm.

"Excuse me, but is there something you need?" he called not too loudly in case he accidentally woke someone up and caused a huge ruckus over nothing.

Upon receiving no response from the stranger, Roy could only assume that the person was either ignoring him, fully aware of his drunken state, or was simply refusing to answer him. Not wanting to take any kind of real chances with the person, Roy slowly moved to the right. Easily circling to where they remained a good twenty feet apart but to where he stood in the mind set security of a street lamp, the raven-haired man eyed the stranger as he spoke again.

"Is there something I can help you with?"

After yet another moment of silence, the person hidden by shadow finally spoke in a soft but oddly devious tone. "…. Yes. Just so happens… there is."

"And what would that be?" Roy inquired, instantly cautious.

"Your soul."

This left Roy stunned and confused, his wary look giving way to shock and utter confusion at the statement. "Wha--?"

Just before he could say more, the stranger chose then to calmly walk into the light, revealing a face gnarled and inhuman. Its eyes were bright red, like fire, red as blood and shaped almost like a snake's or a cat's. Roy didn't know if he should try to wake up from the odd dream, or just outright piss himself. It was when the thing revealed razor sharp but deformed teeth did he take a third option: run like fucking hell.

--Different POV

The night air's pretty crisp tonight. Knowing what it's capable of, I should find it around here somewhere.

Such were the thoughts of a rather odd individual standing calmly atop the roof of a thirty-story skyscraper, eyes of golden beauty overlooking the quiet streets below as the time neared midnight. Golden yellow hair, tied back in a neat braid despite the rather unruly bangs that kept his eyes protected from the bright lights not too far from him, Edward Elric stood straight and firm even when the wind threatened to push him over the side. Clothes black as the sky except for the white lining his coat had, Ed seemed to blend in if his hair wasn't too much of a giveaway. But he didn't really care.

And he didn't care even as he crouched slightly, and jumped.

Normally this would scare any other human to death before their weight smashed in the roof of a car or created a big, bloody mess on the concrete. But not Ed. No, he knew he'd never suffer such a horrible fate. Instead, he let the wind do most of the work as he flew through the air as if propelled by invisible wings. After a few moments of defying gravity and its laws did the blonde come to a soft landing atop the roof of a house not too far from his search zone. It wasn't long before he was jumping from one to another like a frog does on stones leading to the pond.

Just as he was but a few streets into the neighborhood, did the loud retorts of a gun reach his ears. Puzzled by this odd noise at such an hour and an odd place, Ed turned towards the noise, using his oddly powerful vision to try and see the cause of the disturbance. Upon realizing what he was seeing, the blonde knew he only had a small amount of time to reach the scene in time.

--With Roy

And just when I thought I'd lost that damn thing! What the fuck is that anyway?! He thought as he made another move to run after managing to fire three shots at the creature hot on his tail. Much to his shock and terror, the thing was barely fazed by its being shot, only howling in rage and pain before moving a whole lot faster. Even when he'd jumped a few fences to avoid the ugly creature, it still remained not too far behind him no matter how far or hard he ran. And it knew he was starting to get tired. He was used to pursuing others during his office hours, but becoming the hunter being the hunted wasn't exactly what he expected to happen. Ever.

Having already run for at least five blocks, Roy saw that he was coming across the busier parts of the city. It was only when he neared the parking lot of a 24-hour convenience store that he noticed something about the scene was off. There were a few cars seated in the cool dark of the night, but there were no people walking amongst the shelves. Even the cashier behind the counter was missing.

"What's the matter? Too scared to run anymore?" it chuckled darkly, looking almost pleased with itself for spooking him like it was.

Trying to keep his fear and panic from showing too much, Roy somehow got a calm look on his face. "W-what the hell are you? And what do you want?"

As if confused by his words, the thing tilted its deformed head in question, even if its expression didn't really change from the same look of arrogant frustration and prideful stature. The flash of anger in its inhuman eyes was enough to make Roy shiver all the way down to his year old leather shoes. "Didn't I say earlier? My, your kind certainly are forgetful."

"Forgetful? What?" 'Your kind'? No way this thing's not human! He thought as his heart began to race again in panic and confusion.

It didn't seem to acknowledge his response as it used a claw to gently scratch under its wrinkled chin. As if it were bored now. "Such a pity. You would've made quite a good servant. But now? You must die!"

Like a wild animal, it was running at him again, clawed hands raised for the kill, and fanged mouth wide open. This time, it seemed determined to succeed. Somehow fighting down the urge to run around in circles like an idiot all the while screaming like a fool, the need to survive practically screeched at him to do something about the situation. The only option he had was to keep firing at it.

If only such a thing didn't piss it off even more. Roy could swear its inhuman voice was loud enough to make his head ache like a hangover kicking in too early, and it even made his ears start to ring. He could only hope they wouldn't start bleeding as the humanoid creature came flying at him as he finished off the magazine into the being's head and chest. Just when a clawed hand was about to rip him in half, Roy barely managed to duck and roll out of harm's way. All he could do between changing the gun's magazines was to run back where he'd come and hope the thing would miss when trying to strike at him again.

Why are there no people out here? Did something happen? Why just me then? Just what the hell is going on? Wha--? The thought stopped there when something suddenly came from the sky to land a few feet in front of him, forcing him to come to a skidding halt in the middle of the road. Eyes and hair of gold, tanned skin and clothes of pure black filled his vision as the lean, muscular teen stood calm and steady. Roy could only wonder if he'd finally gone off the deep end.

First that thing and now some kid?! What else is gonna pop up? The damned Easter Bunny!? Kicking the thoughts away, Roy struggled to comprehend the growing complexity of his current situation. Of all the things that could possibly happen to him, he definitely hadn't expected it to be something as truly odd as all of this. He didn't even know if he was even remotely drunk anymore. Just when he was about to open his mouth to speak, the creature's angry screech kept Roy from questioning the newcomer as he turned, aimed, and started firing again.

The shots rang true, getting the deformed man well in the chest and face, but like before had done little but anger him further. And it was pretty quick to make its frustration well known to them.

"I grow tired of this foolishness." It snarled, its jagged and yellowed teeth reveled by its curled lip. "Your attempts are futile. Now hold still so I may slay you like the worthless human you are!"

Forcing down the urge to shiver and whimper, Roy somehow kept a straight face as he stood firm in front of the blonde teen. "Stay back kid. I've no idea what that thing is but, sooner or later, I just might be able to kill it."

"Your weapon is useless!"

Just as Roy was about to fire once more, a blur of color filled his peripheral vision as the blonde teen was suddenly running towards the creature. Roy knew he was yelling something about telling him to get out of the way, to stay back so he could try and deal with the thing the only way he knew how. Nothing deterred the blonde as the light tap of black sneakers on concrete and black top tar, even when the creature snarled some more, making itself even more ugly than before.

When the blonde had gained some ground, he suddenly leaped into the air as if he was a piece of newspaper on a windy day, his right arm alight with a bright blue light and the loud crackle of lightning. As the blonde brought the arm in question back for a strong right hook, Roy Mustang saw the flesh of the teen's hand had changed into metal. Eyes of black widened in shock at the sight, regardless of the fact the blonde was suddenly whipped by an arm of inhuman strength to the side and into a parked car. Leaving Roy wide open and defenseless against the creature's oncoming attack.

Somehow getting over the sudden shock of some more unusual things, Roy was quick to start shooting again, almost to the point to where the thing was practically at point blank range. As one of its arms swung at him, Roy ducked and rolled, despite the protests his tired limbs and sore head were giving him. Looking around as quickly as the situation would allow, he saw the blonde getting up, not even stumbling from his involuntary hit and run by a parked car. But looking back he saw the thing was after him again, making him duck and dodge as fast as his tired body would allow.

Within seconds the blonde was on the move again, this time jumping at it from behind, using both metal and flesh hands to hold onto its head as he practically sat on the thing's oddly broad shoulders. As the thing flailed and roared, golden eyes filled with annoyance met midnight black and seemed to hold Roy to where he stood in the middle of the street. "Don't just stand there! Run already!"

Roy blinked. And then blinked again. Did he just tell me to do something? Why doesn't he run from it? Hell, why the fuck is he attacking it!? And what's up with that arm of his? Am I really seeing things? Or is this all real? He wasn't given any more time to think it all over when the creature's arms once again came a swingin' in the hopes of loping his head clean off. This time he knew better than to just try and shoot the thing to death. It was time to beat it to death.

Ignoring the slight buzz that filled his ears and his brain, Roy didn't just duck, but flipped out of the way. Landing a few feet away with his back to a concrete wall, Roy quickly and calmly holstered his gun and took on a defensive stance, his hands level with his shoulders. The blonde seemed to have the same idea as the metal hand came crashing down on the top of the creature's skull. A few times he missed due to the thing's constant movement as it tried to shake him off of its shoulders. It even tried to swipe him off but couldn't when he ducked and leaned away from the thing's clawed hands. Really frustrated now, the creature decided to try and take its aggravation out on Roy.

Memories of all the years he's spent honing his skills at the local gyms he always went to when he had the time, Roy let the segments of the many different styles and moves quickly come to mind. Within seconds, he was ready. He made his intentions known first by giving the thing a well-placed back punch right in the jaw, causing the blonde atop its shoulders to jump off and land some distance away. After dealing with the damned thing for nearly an hour, Roy knew better than to let it regain its bearings by swiftly running forward and giving it a piece of his mind.

Punches, kicks, double attacks, it didn't matter. Just as long as he beat the thing and was able to walk home into the peaceful quiet of the night as he'd intended to do in the first place. But no! this thing and then a mysterious blonde teen just so happened to turn everything upside down. As he was about to give the thing a good, swift kick, it struck first, and sent him flying through the air. At first, he didn't know what to think of it. Only that it really, really hurt when he finally hit the pavement.

--With Ed

He'd told the guy to run for it. And all he'd done was stand, totally rooted to the spot and stare at him? Ed could tell the guy was confused, and obviously a little drunk from the way he smelled of beer. Though the fact he had a gun was the most confusing factor of the whole thing. Ed knew the demon he was dealing with, by sitting on its shoulders and trying to turn its brains into nothing more than useless mush, like to go after people who walked home alone at night. Usually hookers and drunks who were complete losers, even a few businesspeople dumb enough to not use their fancy cars or other transport services to get home. But for some reason, this guy was completely different from all the other people he either saved or couldn't save in time. No, this guy was unique somehow.

The first thing that came to mind was the man's appearance: jet black hair, midnight eyes and a pale face. Youthful but mature, the mere shape and structure giving it a sense of authority and elegance. Despite the obviously drunk expression, and smell, Ed could tell this man wasn't expecting to be attacked. Much less by something that shouldn't even exist. The second was his clothing. Not that of a businessman, buy yet of someone who had to dress up a little everyday to show a sense of neatness. A sign of being a professional in his field without looking like an arrogant asshole amidst his coworkers.

It finally came down to the very last thing: the gun. From what he could tell it was a common model. But usually used only by cops. Wait… what's this guy doing with a cop gun in his hand? Is he--?

It was then the creature finally decided to stop swinging at him, and at the raven-haired man standing confused in front of them. But instead of running away like he'd commanded him to do, the man did something odd. He not only ducked out of the way of a vicious left hook, but he flipped away as if to put distance between him and the very miffed demon. Another odd thing was how his confusion was quickly shooed off of his face, replaced by an eerie calm as he put the gun away, and took a defensive stance.

That's when it decided to start moving again, prompting him to start bludgeoning it some more, not really bothered by the slight sting his nerves were receiving from his flesh hand. All that mattered right now was to kill the demon, and avoid leaving another corpse in his wake. Even Ed knew there was only so much he could do for some of the people who survived the attacks. One had already applied for counseling while another seemed to be living in complete denial that it happened at all. He tried to ignore the regret when one, a pretty brunette woman, had accidentally wandered into the road, and was instantly hit by a car.

His friends seemed reluctant to tell him if she'd survived or not.

As he brought his right fist down for another hit, the creature was suddenly pushed violently backwards. This was cause enough for Ed to quickly vacate his seat on the thing's shoulders to properly view the cause of the thing's sudden stumble. He couldn't help but stare to find the raven was responsible. Readying himself for another attack, the man somehow held his ground as the thing got to its feet, its deformed face mutating even more in its rage. It didn't seem to care who it attacked anymore, it just wanted to kill something and walk away victorious. The man didn't give it the chance to do much else when he suddenly spun and got it clean in the chest.

Just as it stumbled backwards, the man didn't even wait for it to recover as he came flying forward and gave it a few pretty strong right and left hooks. As he prepared to lay down another kick, the thing swung and sent him flying across the street.

Okay. Time to intervene. He thought as he ran at the thing and gave it a piece of his mind via a few well-placed uppercuts, punches and powerful kicks. Looking away as the thing stumbled and roared its growing anger, Ed saw the man trying to pick himself up off the ground. By the way he was holding himself, the blonde could tell that the man surely had a few cracked ribs by now. Turning his attention back to the creature, Ed knew he had to end this. Fast. Not really needing to think about it, Ed let the metal of his right hand swiftly form into a small but effective blade of pure steel placed conveniently above his hand and on top of his lower arm.

--With Roy

It'd been awhile since he'd been forced to use his martial arts skills. He'd practice almost everyday to keep himself from becoming like almost every other cop at the precinct: fat and lazy. Almost too lazy to do much about anything other than just sit around and shuffle through countless files all day. Luckily not every cop was like that. Only a few rare but true ones who were used to doing menial tasks like directing traffic and working the desks all day. After chasing bad guys around for nearly six years as a detective, Roy knew he had to keep in shape, or else.

Staying focused despite being possibly dead drunk in the middle of the night, luckily right before Saturday morning came to say 'you can relax for two measly days so be happy about it' wasn't really all that hard. Thankfully he wasn't as drunk as he'd believed himself to be earlier. But he still felt the need to throw up what he had last, which wasn't really that much since he'd gone straight to the bar after work.

Though it didn't seem to be much, Roy was pretty glad he was able to put his two cents into the fight with the disgustingly ugly creature. Until it tossed him aside like fuckin' rag doll that is. Vision now officially blurred, Roy held down a groan of pain as he rolled himself onto his back, trying to focus on the lamplight only a few feet away from him. Once his sight had cleared a little, Roy felt it safe to try and turn over in the effort to get to his feet. Only to regret it immediately afterward when a stinging pain decided to come from his ribcage. As he tried to get to his feet, holding himself with one arm and using the other to hold him above the ground, Roy turned his head to notice something new.

Despite his constantly in and out of focus vision, he could see that something about the blonde's oddly metal hand had changed. Now the hand wasn't just made of metal, there was a rather small blade of some sort to go with it. This time, the blonde didn't wait for the thing to reassess its situation, much less notice the new piece of weaponry. This time, the blonde simply rushed the thing, and got it clean in the stomach in a single strike.

It bent over, its mutant face stretching out to express its shock and pain, holding out a clawed hand as if to try and choke the blonde. Apparently its grip wasn't very strong since the blonde didn't seem at all bothered by the hold it had on his neck as it began to cough up blood. Roy didn't even try to ponder why the thing's blood just so happened to be a dark purplish color. For some reason, his mind somehow felt the need to feel pity for the thing and its rather undignified death. But another part of his mind screamed over how it'd tried to kill him and the blonde was to thank for his surviving the arduous ordeal. Once again collapsing onto the black tar, Roy fell into a much-needed sleep just as eyes of gold came into his view and a voice sounded off before fading into the darkness with him.

Yay! One chapter down, quite a few to go. To think this thing is only eight pages long! I'd make it longer but that's be kinda pushing it. And let me tell ya, this one is gonna be fun to write even though I've got enough on my plate as it is. But hey! Don't they say that if you've got an idea, go ahead and roll with it? I think there is, and I know I'll be a rollin' with this one as my latest work, 'Fallen Angel's Fire' makes its debut onto the supernatural scene. I had a few other ideas for the title but I guess you guys can help me duke it out with myself. And trust me! Your vote really does count!! The choices happen to be:

Hellfire & Angel Wings

Fires of Hell & Heaven's Fist

Flames Unleashed

Well that's all I've got to say for now. I really do hope you guys like what you see here and that you'll be coming back for a whole lot more. In the meantime, let's check out what's to come!

Next chapter:

Chapter 2: Hangovers & Strangers

Roy somehow wakes up in his apartment… with the same blonde stranger roaming around as if he owns the place! Not only did the blonde save him from death and possibly eternal slavery, he claims that Roy just might have a special ability he never knew he had! Just what is Ed trying to accomplish? Is Roy really part of an ancient plot that's just now starting to unfold? Or is there something else behind Ed's side of the story? Find out in the next chapter of 'Fallen Angel's Fire' with:

Chapter 2: Hangovers & Strangers!!