Tormented Flame
Disclaimer: WE do not own Fullmetal Alchemist even if we did really want to!!
Authors: haganenocutie94 (lines) and freakywinrylova141 (plot)
Warning: Slight OOC! Consider yourself warned! Bwahahahahaha!
CHAPTER 1: Beleaguered Love
Fear was what Colonel Ednalyn Elric felt at the moment, the undesirable emotion that kept on bugging her every time she thought about General Roy Mustang, who was held captive by those damned vindictive bandits. And to say that everyone in General Mustang's command was worried and alarmed would be an understatement.
"What're we gonna do, Ednalyn" Heymans Breda asked anxiously; his voice shaking and faltering at every word he spoke. He could not believe that their General was being held captive by those assholes. He wished it had been some other worthless soldier, not their General, not Mustang, not their friend. He didn't want to be selfish but he couldn't help it. The shock was still wearing off.
"I don't know, Heymans…" Ednalyn Elric replied as she paced around the room. "If we were to make a mistake then it will be Mustang's head. And I… we don't want that…"
"Should we notify the Fuhrer about this?" Vato Falman asked as he watched Ednalyn pace. He couldn't believe what was happening either. It seemed so implausible. Their General was not in danger. He was somewhere safe. He didn't want to believe it either.
"The note says that if we told anyone about this they'd kill him right then and there! They want us to hand over their leader or they'll cut his head off! We've got to save him! Who knows what those morons will do to him! I… we don't want to lose him! Not when he made it this far! I won't allow it!" she said furiously. She stopped pacing and was now flinging her arms out in different directions. By the time she was done speaking she was shaking like a damned leaf.
She didn't want to believe that Roy was in peril. She didn't want to believe she saw his house utterly very messy like a fight had happened that morning. She recalled the bloodstains on one wall, she didn't want to believe that those belonged to the man she… damn-it loved! They had called that morning when he hadn't turned up in the office for nearly three hours. Major Riza Hawkeye had asked them to go and check. Ednalyn, Falman and Havoc had gone there to find the house in disarray. They knew a battlefield when they see one and that was it. There were bloodstains on the floor and on the wall near the doorway to his bedroom. They noticed several bullet holes down one wall. They even saw a discarded Swiss knife on the floor; blood on its edges. When they entered his bedroom they saw the bedcovers were coated with blood and were messy; a sign that who ever laid there was struggling. One drawer was open beside the bed. When they went over to see the contents they saw his ignition gloves there. The drawer had bloody handprints, too. But what made them turn whiter than cotton was the note on the mirror; saying that they had the General.
"Calm down, Ednalyn!" Ednalyn turned to find Alphonse by her side. He was taller than her but he still had the innocence he had when he was a child. Those hazel-brown eyes stared at her. She knew he was terrified like the rest of them but he wanted to calm them down. She was trembling and the others were pale. She sat down and shook. The door opened and a blonde and a dark-haired man entered.
"G'morning everyone! Do you want to see Elysia's new pictu- what's going on?" Brigadier- General Maes Hughes greeted as he went in the door. Everyone hung their heads down and was that a whimper he heard from Ed?
"Where's Roy?" he asked again but he was answered by another whimper this time from Kain Fuery.
"Where's the General, Captain?" Major Riza Hawkeye asked as she gripped her gun. Captain Jean Havoc stood up and Riza almost stepped back as she saw his eyes wide and were filled with horror.
"Riza, the General's missing…" he said, dread evident in this voice.
"What do you mean 'the general's missing'?" Hughes asked.
"They took him, Hughes… They've got Mustang!" Ednalyn yelled as she stood up unsteadily. She showed Hughes the crumpled piece of paper. He took it and read it. His face was the exact look of horror personified.
Colonel Ednalyn Elric:
We've ambushed your beloved General Roy Mustang. He's severely bleeding at the moment. He wouldn't stop resisting so we decided to knock the lights out of him. Poor dog. Now, we want you, Colonel Ednalyn Elric to do us a little favor. We are William McLain's subordinates. And we want him back from being imprisoned for over 3 years now. You cannot inform the Fuhrer about this or we'll murder your General. Watch your actions Colonel Elric. One mistake and your lover dies. Move wisely, Elric.
Maes Hughes clenched his fist and shook with anger. How could they? How dare they do this to his best friend?
"Damn-it…" Hughes swore as he gave the note to Riza. She went white as she dropped the paper. Kain Fuery picked it up and placed it on the desk. He didn't want to read it again. He didn't want to believe it.
"We'll save him, no matter what it takes…" Riza said as her eyes glared at nothing. How could they do this to the General? ...and to Ednalyn as well. Those creeps were con artists, using the exact weaknesses of people to accomplish their desires.
"We will." Hughes echoed. How could they blackmail Ed as well? The girl hadn't even got the chance to hear Roy's quixotic declarations of love yet. Hughes knew that his best friend had fallen for his Colonel but was too scared to admit it to her.
The phone rang and a deathly silence went around them. The phone rang again and Ednalyn strode towards it to pick it up. She pressed the phone to her ear and she waited for 3 seconds before she could trust her voice again.
"General Roy Mustang's office."
"Colonel Ednalyn Elric?" a hoarse voice was heard on the other line. Ednalyn shivered as she clutched the phone tightly.
"Yes?" she managed to croak out. The hairs on the back of her neck were starting to stand.
"Listen. We've got your boyfriend, Colonel… he just regained consciousness earlier and well… is now being pestered and tortured, to say frankly…" the voice was clearly mocking her and she didn't like the sound of his voice.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I don't have a boyfriend."
"Oh, but you have… Would you like to hear his voice? I suppose you'll recognize him… Listen, he has something to say to you…"
"Don't do it, Ednalyn! He's -argh…" Wha-tsh! Ednalyn heard the sound of a whip connecting to bare skin. She swallowed.
"MUSTANG!" she yelled, causing the others to freeze and halt their breathing.
"Tie him up and beat him 'til he shuts up…" the speaker said. He had intended for it to be unheard but judging from the sudden intake of breath and the 'don't you dare do anything to him or it will be your head asshole!' from the Colonel, she had heard it quite well.
"Well… I can't assure you that, Colonel… we want McLain by twelve hours or your little boyfriend says 'bye-bye'. You're quite lucky, Elric… he's very handsome indeed. I wonder if I can play around with him… a bit…"
"Don't you dare lay a single finger on him or I'll rip your fucking intestines out, you son of a bitch!" Ednalyn yelled. Don't you dare…
"Don't worry; we'll keep him alive… but maybe only barely…"
"Fuck you…" Ednalyn growled. She could here the whip coming in contact with skin 3,4,5,6 times… she could feel tears collecting around her eyes. But her eyes were so wide she couldn't get them to blink. A silent tear rolled down her cheek.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk… you have an awfully bad mouth, Colonel…"
"I'm going to tear your head off when I find you, bastard!"
"Do it your way, Colonel. I have already talked too much, Elric… Call you on the next hour and General Mustang has some parting words for you…"
"NO! LET GO!"
"Bye!" toot toot toot… the line went dead. Ednalyn held the phone too tightly her hands hurt but she was welcoming the pain… She wanted anything to distract her from breaking down. Not in front of his crew… not in front of her brother. She violently threw the phone back to the base, then threw herself to the couch and then buried her face on her hands.
The office was silent, so silent that they even heard the General's scream. That had not just happened… The General was indeed in danger. They all broke out to cold sweat… they shivered and no one could say a word.
Ednalyn fisted her hands and then swore, "I'm going to kill those morons."
General Roy Mustang was putting on his military jacket when he heard a loud knock on his front door. He carefully placed the short jacket aside and then went to answer it. He was wearing a light blue dress shirt tucked in the blue military trousers, the buttskirt, and the ordinary military boots. His raven hair was still damp and his gloves were still on the drawer. He peeped throw the window and saw 5 casually dressed people outside his doorstep. He opened his door slowly and looked at them curiously.
"What do you want?" Mustang asked politely.
The one at the center reached for his sidearm and Mustang automatically saw the gun. He quickly shut the door and stepped back but before he could do anything else someone grabbed him from behind. An arm went around his neck and started choking him. He felt a solid chest behind him as he lifted his hands to the arm around his neck and pulled to at least allow him to breathe but to no avail. The man behind him was as big Armstrong, he thought, as he watched the arm muscles around his neck.
His front door burst open and the five people entered. The one who he saw who had the gun had blonde hair and was wearing shades. The blonde stood directly in front of him and aimed his gun at him.
"Don't make a fuss, Mustang…" he said smugly.
"What do you want?" Mustang asked as he strained from lack of oxygen and the pressure applied around his throat.
"We want you General…" he said before he grinned wickedly at Mustang.
At this Mustang used the arm around his neck to lift himself slightly and he swung his right leg upwards to kick the gun out of the blonde's hand. As a result the blonde shot the gun and grazed Mustang's left shoulder but it caused the bulky man to loosen his grip and Mustang ducked and ran for at least four meters away from them. He faced them again, his right hand over his wounded shoulder were blood was staining his shirt.
"Damn you, Mustang!"
"Who are you?!"
"Just come with us calmly, bastard! Don't make us hurt you!"
"You just did, moron! Get out of my house!"
"We'll just do this the hard way then…"
Two men who were with the blonde ran and launched forward to Mustang. The red haired man delivered a punch but Roy was able to dodge it but the brunette ducked and swung his right leg beneath Roy to trip him. Mustang fell backwards but a hand gripped his shirt's lapel and he felt a fist connect with the left side of his face. Roy staggered backwards but leant on the nearby wall.
They had knocked down the vase at the center table and tip the couch as well. A Leg came in contact with his abdomen and he slouched forward, clutching his stomach. Blood was trailing down his chin and was dripping on his shirt.
Roy straightened up and ran forward, kicking the red-head in the stomach as well. The man bent forward allowing Mustang to use his back as a ladder to kick the brunette behind him on the face. A single gunshot rang out and Roy held his right leg. The bullet had managed to wound his right thigh.
"Enough, Mustang!" the blonde earlier roared as he aimed the gun at Mustang again. Roy stood up and he swayed slightly.
"What are you planning, creep?!" Roy demanded.
"Oh, just blackmailing your beautiful Colonel Ednalyn Elric to releasing our boss out of jail and you, oh, great Flame Alchemist is the best hostage at the moment…"
"You wouldn't dare…" Roy hissed.
"Oh, but I would… I know you love her very much…" the blonde watched as the General's eyes widened before narrowing.
"You don't know anything, bastard!" Mustang rectified. Just who were these morons anyway? he thought.
"Oh, but I do… and she loves you as well…" the blonde smirked at the way the General's face darkened. It was the look of horror and anxiety fused together. He laughed as he shot the gun numerous times; a line of bullet holes appearing on the wall behind Mustang.
Mustang ran as the blonde shot the gun many times; knocking the center table while doing so.
The white-haired man charged forward with his pocketknife. Mustang evaded the attacks easily until the bulky man held him in place and the white-haired man landed several stabs on his shoulder and arms. He knew they were careful not to kill him… yet or this will become useless.
A fist landed on his face again and Mustang instinctively swung his left leg, feeling it linking with someone's stomach. He fell to the ground utterly. He then felt a razor-sharp pain on his left side. When he lifted his head he saw the brunette piercing the knife unto his skin, but not deeply. He viciously swung his left leg again to hit the brunette on the side of his face sending him toppling to the other side.
The bulky man grabbed him by his upper arms and threw him to the wall viciously. Roy coughed off blood due to impact and landed ungracefully on the floor. He didn't understand why they were doing this… to him in particular… why not some other General? Why him? Why Ednalyn?
The blonde grabbed him by his hair and lifted Roy up. The man was making this harder, he thought. Maybe he ought to teach him a lesson. And maybe he could have some fun as well. He got his penknife and positioned it right in front of Mustang's neck. The sharp tip of the instrument created a cut on his neck. He watched as the blood trailed down Mustang's throat and unto his dress shirt. He felt Mustang shiver and groan when he licked the trail the blood left on his neck.
Roy swatted the penknife away from the blonde's hand with the back of his left arm. That was nasty, he thought. The blonde grabbed both of his wrists and slammed him to the wall; his hands on either side of his face. Roy saw the blonde's eyes gleam and he new the reason why they chose him as a target. Roy shut his eyes as he saw the blonde descend to make them of the same height.
"We could have fun later, General… what do you say?" The blonde whispered huskily on his ear.
Roy stiffened when he heard this. This was not happening… he was probably asleep at his bedroom having a nightmare.
"Are you scared, Mustang?" the blonde asked gruffly as he lowered his head to meet Mustang's bleeding left shoulder. Mustang grunted in reply and the blonde smirked as he tugged at Roy's lapel causing the material to tear a little.
Mustang lowered his head to the right side when he felt the blonde's lips on the junction where his neck met his left shoulder. He felt a tongue and shivered and he swallowed a whimper that threatened to escape. He must do something… anything…
Roy kneed the blonde on his stomach. The blonde instantly let go and Mustang collapsed to the ground. Roy felt someone grab him by the hair and he was lifted. He saw the face of the blonde right in front of his and a punch on his stomach had him bending down. The blonde lifted his head again.
"Give up, Mustang! You're outnumbered!" the blonde yelled.
"Make me, asshole!" Roy yelled back. Roy spat out blood on the blonde's face. The blonde lifted his head a little before he threw Mustang to the wall again.
"You little dog!" the blonde roared as he wiped his face with his sleeve.
Roy erratically stood up, grunting as he did it with difficulty. His hands were bloody and he felt lightheaded due to blood loss. He had to get his gloves, but they were in the bedside drawer… how could he get them? Roy glanced at his bedroom door. It was ajar and he estimated 5 steps to get there. He glanced back to where the brutes stood. They were busy talking so he took this opportunity.
He ran and went in his bedroom; ignoring the pain that shot from his right leg. He opened his drawer and he found his gloves there. But before he could pick them up he was held tightly by his right wrist and was flung violently to the wall opposite his drawer.
He was then picked up by the muscular man by the collar and thrown to his bed. He bounced lightly before the muscular man straddled his hips by his legs and a white handkerchief was positioned over his nose and mouth. He gripped the man's wrists to get him to take them of but he was too weak and the drug they had placed on the cloth was making him sleepy and sluggish.
He struggled beneath the man for a while and then he blacked out.
The muscular man then stood up, peering down at the unconscious alchemist. The muscled man smirked, the man looked so damned weak and pitiful. Roy's right arm was folded beside him and his hand near his neck while his left was laying across his stomach. He turned around and went back to the living room. He shoke his head at how messy it was before stroding to where the five other men were gathered around.
"Are you finished, Rex?" the blonde said after looking up at him. Now that he wasn't wearing the shades Rex could see his brown eyes.
"Yes, boss... he's in the bed..." Rex replied, nodding his head toward towards the bedroom.
"Very good. Now, go tie him up and we'll beat it... those subordinates of his will probably be here in any minute..." the blonde said as he handed Rex some rope. Rex nodded before he went back to the bedroom. He rolled Mustang over his stomach and tied his hands together. Once they were tight and secure he proceeded to tie his legs.
Rex slung Mustang on his shoulder and went out of the room.
"He's good to go, boss..." he informed.
"Good, now let's go..." the blonde said.
Two cars were parked outside and they divided themselves up and drove away.
Riyan: and here it is… sigh… Angst really isn't my thing… I guess I should really stick to fluff… -turns to Merodi- you do the thanking… I'll just sulk in the corner of the room… -averts to the opposite direction and walks off-
Merodi: -blink blink- very sorry about that… I made her torture Mustang and she really loves him… this was her first time to write angst… and my first time to plan one as well…
Riyan: MUSTANG!! -cries-
Merodi: -sweatdrop- please review… I'm sure it would make her… us… happy…
Riyan: -pops right beside Merodi- Please review… and I'm very sorry for the many curse words… they go sooo well with the situation! Mustang has two eyes and Hughes is still alive! I love Hughes! He's what I call an ideal father! And oh! Merodi wrote the first paragraph by the way!
Merodi: should you really announce that? It's not very much…
Riyan: -nods rapidly- of course! You've improved! -Pops confetti-
Merodi: should you do that while Mustang's in danger?
Riyan: -freezes- NOOOOOO!! -Goes back to the corner of the room and sulks again-
Merodi: -sigh- Thank you for reading… and if we have problems or any mistakes with… this… please tell us nicely… we'll really appreciate it!
Riyan: -mumbles- how did I write this? How? Did I even write this? Torture? Angst? Me?
Merodi: I'll be going now… still have to talk to her… Ja! Please leave reviews! -Runs off with 5-meter long wrench- RIYAN!! STOP SULKING OR I'LL MAIM YOU FOR GOOD!!
Riyan: BWAH! Kari-chan! Tasukete!!
TOOOOOOOOOT!!