Alright, this is the first chapter of Good-bye Mustang. I have very vague idea about where this is going. I would really love some Revoiews that have helpfull critaism. Ok, back onto the story. Hope you enjoy.
This fanfic was Betaed by the ever helpful...Devil Wolf Girl.
I do NOT own FMA or any part of it...sadly."Colonel Mustang?" Riza Hawkeye said walking slowly in to the office of the war hero, "Did you read the reports I put on your desk this morning?"
Roy Mustang jumped awake, startled from his sleep at the commanding voice. "Yes, I did." Roy said not sounding very awake.
Riza sighed, even after the civil war 4 years ago Mustang still procrastinated his paper work. Roy had never really enjoyed paper work, which is one of the many reasons he relied on the hawk's eye so much. The blonde haired women kept him up-to-date with everything he didn't feel like reading about.
Mustang looked down at the floor, frowning a bit as he felt something brush against his leg. Black Hayate, Riza's loyal canine companion, looked up at Mustang and barked quietly. The black and white dog sniffed the floor looking for anything to eat before trotting back to his strict mommy's side.
Mustang picked up a pencil and tapped it lightly on the desk, "You know Riza, if I were to go off the way Hayate is always looking for food I would think you never feed the poor creature," Mustang teased playing with the bunt pencil a bit, "Dogs are so loyal yet we humans never-"
"Did you read the case files?" Riza snapped, ignoring Roy's teasing.
The black-eyed man snapped to attention at her tone, He may be a respected war hero but logic told him to never disobey Riza when she used that tone of voice.
"No." Mustang replied shortly, narrowing his dark eyes.
"I told you to read them, sir!" Riza said actually losing her calm demeanour for a bit.
Mustang looked confused; it was quite common for him not to read a file when told to so he was curious to know why Lieutenant Hawkeye was so worked up about it this one in particular.
Riza strode over to Mustangs sleek, oak desk and snatched the yellow folders that sat untouched on the edge of the desk. Mustang made a sound of protest when Riza shoved the papers into his face. Mustang grabbed the documents before the corners were shoved up his nose.
"Central has been plagued by murders since yesterday." Riza stated blandly, "Sir." She added after a moment or two.
Mustang's clean shaven face darkened as he studied the pictures attached to the white pages. The first picture was of a teenager boy, his throat was slit open and his left forearm hacked off and burnt next to him. The second picture was of an elderly woman, blood ran in curved rivers of red down her face. Her chest was hacked open and her heart also lay next to her, burnt.
The pictures that followed were just as grotesque and each had some part of their body cut off and scorched.
Mustang lifted his head and looked at Riza, "Do you know who the killer is?"
Riza's eyes looked down at Hayate who was sitting at her feet, "No the crime investigation team is still trying to find out."
Roy Mustang nodded, scowling. He turned the page and his heart leapt into his throat; a four-year-old child was covered in blood, shoved between two tight walls, her eyes had been gouged out of her skull and lay in smouldering balls cupped in her hands.
Riza had noticed how tense Mustang had become and peered at the image. She quickly looked but sadly the image was scorched into her mind.
"Why would anyone kill such a small child?" Mustang asked quietly.
Riza brushed her bangs out of her eyes, "That child was found holding her eyes. The autopsy showed she had died of a heart attack after her eyes were gouged out. Her arms were put in that position by her killer just after she...passed on." For some reason Riza just couldn't bring herself to say dead. The word felt to disrespectful to the youth who would never get to live her life.
Mustang closed the file and placed his left hand over his right fist and rested his chin on them. He felt guilty now, he had been too lazy to read about someone's little girl's slaughter. The high ceiling room fell into silence for eons. The unspoken question hung in the air; was Amestris going to fall back into war?
Half and hour later, in the gardens of the Central building Mustang and Riza walked on the path coated in golden sunlight. Mustang rubbed the back of his neck absentmindedly, "Are we supposed to pick up the Elric brothers today?"
Riza Hawkeye looked up at Roy's face, "Yes, sir."
Edward and Alphonse Elric were returning to Central City that warm day after nine months of travelling and learning different techniques of the imperfect science, alchemy at Xing. Alphonse had regained his strength and muscle, after his body was trapped outside of the gate for years prior to the war.
Edward had grown quite tall so had his ego, much to his friend's dismay. Ed had taken after Mustang in many ways. The golden eyed boy kept his dark past and hatred hidden behind a casual, relaxed exterior but at least you could rely on him in the darkest situations.
Roy and his Lieutenant reached the sleek, black motor-car. Mustang jumped into the driver's seat, worried that maybe Riza would get there first and drive his car, although Riza had already sat down in the passenger's seat. Black Hayate bounced into the back seat and stuck his head out the half open window, barking at Sheska who promptly got a fright and dropped the human sized pile of books she was carrying.
Riza rolled down her window and called to the younger female, "Sorry about that, Hayate is just in a really bouncy mood today, Sheska."
Sheska waved looking nervous, and started picking up the books.
"Riza, must we head to the station now or are we supposed to go somewhere first?" Roy asked reversing and driving onto the road in one swift motion.
Riza placed her chin on her hand and stared out the window at the passing buildings. The blonde haired Lieutenant spared a glance at Colonel Mustang.
Mustang had restored balance between Ishval and Amestris. Sadly, Roy was still too young to become Frère. On the bright side, Riza doubted the Colonel need that ego boost right now.
Roy held the steering wheel tightly, his thoughts plagued by the recent murders. He wanted to know how these horrendous murders had slipped past him. The thing that bothered him the most about this killer was the link between the victims. Each victim had come into contact with Dr Marko.
Mustang took a tight left and stopped the car outside of the train station. Black Hayate ran out of the car and gratefully relieved himself on a poor tree. Hawkeye and Mustang started heading to the stations entrance.
Inside the old building a large group had gathered around some musicians. Roy recognised the song that was being sung. Riza followed Mustang quietly holding her blue jacket in one hand and massaging one of her temples with the other hand, this gesture did not go unnoticed.
"Are you getting a headache?" Mustang said turning around to face her.
Hawkeye replied quickly, "No, it's just...nothing."
Roy frowned, "Lieutenant, you are little use to me if you fall ill."
This statement almost made Riza smile; it was just like the Colonel to pretend his job was more important than his subordinate's health. Riza quickly realized she had not answered Roy's question.
"I'm fine, sir. I just can't stop thinking about the child and her family, they must be missing their daughter."
Mustang nodded. He knew she was talking about the girl who had cradled her singed eyes as her heart failed her.
"Colonel! How are you today, sir?" A loud voice said from behind the pair.
Mustang didn't even need to turn around to know it was Major Lieutenant Armstrong calling out to him. Roy felt a massive hand hit him solidly on his back quickly followed by deep laughter.
Roy felt his eyebrow twitch in annoyance and turned to face the muscle man. "Do you have to be so boisterous and-"
"Big words today, Mustang?" Olivier Armstrong said stepping out from behind her brother. She flicked her long, blonde hair over her shoulder.
Riza spoke up, "How come you're here? I thought you would be at Briggs."
Mustang glanced at Riza before nodding his head in agreement.
"Scar here, wanted to talk to Edward and heard the Elrics were coming to central." Olivier offered for an explanation, while her brother stepped aside to reveal the tanned ex-serial killer.
Over the few years Scar had created quite a good reputation for himself. Although he felt he didn't deserve a name it made it hard to give orders so the people at Briggs just went with Scar or occasionally first lieutenant, a title he had earned himself.
Scar nodded quietly, he had become friendlier but he was still kept to himself.
Mustang scratched his head and carelessly made gestures with his hands as he spoke, "So I guess we are all waiting on the Elrics, what else is new."
Riza and Olivier monotonously kept glancing through the crowds for any potential danger. Independent women tended to be on the paranoid side.
The group of five started moving slowly towards the next platform as the Elrics train pulled in to station, three minutes late according to Mustang. As Major Lieutenant Armstrong resisted the urge to rip off his shirt, after seeing a boy with a broken leg hobble past them, and show a body of health to help this poor broken child heal faster.
Black Hayate barked and stood up as he saw the two blonde haired brothers walking towards them.
"Hey, it's the Colonel." Edward said grinning widely.
Al made an embarrassed face at his brother's loud entrance before saying his hello's.
"Hello Scar, nice to see you again." Alphonse said politely.
"Good to see you Alphonse." Scar said walking over to Olivier's side.
Mustang and the eldest Elric stood facing each other. Ed stretched his body up till he was standing tall. Roy did the same thing, "Nope, I am still taller than you Fullmetal."
Alphonse turned to Scar, "Have seen you ever tasted roasted desert lizard? We went to Ishbal and they had some but I was a little frightened to try it so I'm looking for an opinion to give me an idea whether I should eat it next time or not."
Scar looked a little taken aback by the question. Since the bizarre dish was common in the desert area of Ishbal but Scar knew it was an acquired taste, so would it be wise to tell Alphonse to try it.
Scar crossed his arms and nodded, "Yes I have eaten that dish but I found it rather bitter."
Al nodded eagerly, "Thanks for the opinion."
Scar gave a small smile. Major lieutenant Armstrong started discussing the recent events in central with his sister, including the murders.
"Murders? What murders?" Ed asked over hearing their conversation.
Mustang sighed, how was it Ed could miss every instruction given to him but could pick up on a quiet conversation in a loud, cramped station.
Ed turned to look at the Colonel, "Why didn't you tell me about these murders?"
The group fell silent waiting to see what Mustang's next move was. Riza prayed Mustang would be tactful about his reasons he had given her when she had asked him if they should tell the Elric brothers.
Riza's prays were not answered, "I didn't plan on telling you because you would get involved and get in the police's way while they are trying to figure out the identities. During the process you would most likely set the city alight or get yourself stuck in a battle between this unknown person and you."
Edward shook a bit in anger.
"Brother please don't-"
Al was cut off by his brother's yelling, "I'm not the same kid old man, I am Edward freaking Elric I saved this whole damn place and now you saying a little kid like me will get in the way! You are so infuriating!" Edward raised his hands in the air and jumped up and down like the child Mustang had met six years ago.
Roy crossed his arms and turned away from Ed. In truth Roy had wanted as little people as possible to get involved. This killer was good and Mustang didn't want to risk anyone getting hurt or killed helping him. Too many friends had already given up their likes to send him to the top.
Black Hayate tensed a bit before letting out a low, rumbling growl. The throaty noise made people avoid the group and some whispered things about how untrained the dog was.
Riza was angered by these comments, since Hayate was the most well-trained military police dog and human companion she had ever met.
"What's wrong with your dog?" Commander Armstrong asked.
Riza shrugged as she bent down and tried to silence the white and black cross-breed. Hayate refused to be consoled.
The group watched the dog, wracking their brains to figure what had set off the dog.
Roy tensed when he saw a flash of silver hair darting within the crowds. Shortly after Mustang noticed the head of silver cob-webs the whole group also shot to attention. The boy walked out of the crowds and stood facing all seven people and an agitated dog. Scar's breath hitched in his thought as the figure slowly came into a view.
Memories flooded the tanned man's sharp mind. The boy, with his read eyes, warm brown skin and white hair falling into his eyes, looked like an older version of Rick.
The young Ishvallen boy, and his younger sister, had helped Scar. The boy standing unwavering before them even still had the missing tooth.
Mustang slipped his hands into his alchemy gloves. The fourteen-year-old Rick had, un-mistakenly, the eyes of a killer.
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