Dislclaimer- i do not own FMA I just love the manga and the anime. So please review, I hope you like t and feel free to correct me if I am wrong or someting. :)
It was getting dark when the call came. Hostile hostage situation over on the west side of town. No details were known, an unidentifiable caller had dropped a tip about someone being tortured. High risk and top priority. All available units were required. As the military vehicles drove a man inside was complaining.
"One night, the one night I have a date, a hot date, I get a call that there is a situation." The young flame alchemist snarled as he sank like a selfish child in the passenger's seat. His black hair was brushed for once, and he was dressed properly, and primly.
Hu grunted, folding his arms across his chest. His onyx eyes looking out the window. "I mean, she is actually nice looking too. The first time I met her she had the cutest little miniskirt on, and she having trouble picking out some flowers." He shifted in his seat and sighed. "Blue roses, who buys blue roses? But I did get a date with her." He snorted. "Blue roses."
After a moment of silence, he turned to her. "Do you have a garden Hawkeye?"
"No sir."
"Do you like to wear miniskirts Hawkeye?" No response, and he smiled to himself. He hummed for a moment before turning back to her.
"Do you ever where your hair down Hawkeye?"
"On the weekends sir." The blond driving said. Her hazel eyes focused on the road, fingers tightening on the steering wheel. Lieutenant Hawkeye humored the Colonel, always did. But tonight she wished he could focus on the task at hand.
"Did you have anything on for this evening?" The Colonel asked, not looking at her.
"No sir." Hawkeye responded in monotone.
"No I thought not." The Colonel muttered, more to himself than to her. He saw the flash of anger in her eyes at his comment and smirked.
When the Lieutenant stopped the car, there were at an old run down building that resembled a barn. "Isn't that set to be demolished?" He asked as he opened the car door. "Yes sir, next week. An escaped prisoner seems to have made it his hid out." The Lieutenant pulled out her weapon as they got out of the car.
"Which one?" The Colonel asked, looking at some of the officers already there and his Lieutenant.
" Haymon Doil." Hawkeye told him. He wasn't a young prisoner, but not old either. They had received word of an apparent break out, but trace of him could not be be found until people started to go missing. Doil was a rouge alchemist from a few years ago, he killed people by transmuting different organs one by one. He had been hell to track down, the guy knew how to cover his tracks, and making sure no person was brave enough to let on where he was.
"Ah. Well that puts this at a different level." The Colonel mused. Doil was also a tricky man to talk down, and he didn't fear fire. "Lieutenant Hawkeye, come with me. The rest of you cover all possible exits and ready your weapons." He started toward the building, Hawkeye walking behind him at a steady pace, weapon ready. Roy pulled out his gloves and pt them on, ready at any cost.
In the dark of the building, a young woman stood. She was tied to the main pole holding up the barn her hands were bound with Doil's old cuffs and her legs in the same fashion. She was gagged with her own shirt. Leaving only her underwear as clothing, multiple scars and old gashes were not visible in the dark but they existed. Her collarbone stuck out, and if she had been in the light it could be determined she had been the first one kidnapped. Her features were not visible in the darkness, but the glint of a knife being tossed up and down was.
Doil sat on the floor of the building, a large carving knife in his hand and he was tossing it up and down. The knife had stains of blood that would have come from several victims. He was waiting until the right moment. As he heard the familiar voice of Colonel Roy Mustang, he smiled and stood. He brushed the girl's hair off her neck and shoulder. "Relax dear, it will only hurt for a few minutes." Doilchuckled quietly as he ran the knife along her side, causing a gash from her bra to her waist. He didn't make it deep because he wanted her to live, for a while. Moving the knife slowly over her stomach the girl cried out into the gag. He chuckled as the door of the old building opened slightly.
"Hayman Doil. We are coming in." The voice of the Colonel was clear. The murmer of voices behind them of the other soldiers died down.
"Well, just how many are you going to bring to my little party?" The man asked, his voice slippery and snake like. The essence of him enjoying himself was overwhelming. In the darkness he stood, running his fingers over his victims mouth, letting his lips brush the captive's before teh answer sounded.
"Just my Lieutenant and I." The Colonel said, as he stepped in. Doil cackled with laughter as he made a gash in the girl's shoulder. She seemed frozen, she moved a little and Doil seemed to be saying something into her ear.
"Pity you didn't bring a larger audience but alas this way it is much more cozier." The man was insane, but he was making another gash in the girl's shoulder. She cried out into the gag again, trying to move her tied body. "Please..... illuminate Colonel." Doil seemed to say with such conviction, it made Roy burn with anger.
The Colonel raised his hand and snapped his fingers, he had to careful not to burn the whole place down.. Fire sparked in the air, not enough to catch fire but enough to see her wounds and current heath condition. And Doil's horrible face, twisted and enjoying all their pain. Roy had to clench his jaw from saying something that could damage the girl more once he saw the blood dripping from his knife. "Let her go Doil."
Hawkeye raised her gun so she had a shot, but Doil moved quickly to, pressing the knife against the girl's throat. Roy growled to himself. He was not going to let someone die on his watch. He put a hand on Hawkeye's gun. "What do you want Doil?"
Chuckling madly, Doil smiled. He ran the blade back down on the girl's torso, scrapping her skin lightly. She struggled, and her cries where muffled. "I want you to watch Mustang, watch her die." He sighed slightly, turning his face in the dark toward Roy.
Roy shook his head. "Sorry, I can't allow that." He watched the young woman, and he looked around the building. He turned his head slightly, whispering to Hawkeye. "Lieutenant, go outside and see if you can get a clear shot at him through the boards." Why hadn't I thought of that before?
Doil straightened, moving toward them, the glint of the knife flashed as it was pointed toward them. "What are you telling your pretty whore?" Roy bristled and Doil laughed. Doil saw Hawkeye move outside and growled. "Where is she going?"
"Out." The Colonel answered slowly. "This is man's work." Roy knew he had a slap coming his way afterwards. Hopefully Hawkeye knew that he thought of her as being capable. Doil seemed neither fazed or relieved.
"Ah, you going to take the blame for her death all on your own. Brave of you, Mustang." Doil sneered, cutting deep into one of the girl's legs, the girl jerking and twisting.
"Just let her go Doil, this does involve her." Roy said, trying to buy time.
"And then, you will go to a bar, and drown out the picture of her struggling while you watched, and did nothing." Doil continued, pretending not to hear. You never could save anyone, could you Mustang. Only destroy, or murder." Doilseemed to pause, before bring the knife up to her face. "We aren't really all that different are we Mustang, we both have the same job, so why don't you learn to enjoy it. Let the taste of descruction run on you senses." As Doil ran the knife down to the girl's side and the girl flinched. Mustang lurched forward, stopping himself when Doil turned and faced him. The girl's eyes were closed as Doil chuckled. "Want to hear her scream?"
I feel so creepy right now, but anyway, read on and review I hope.
