Disclaimer: If I owned FMA, I could actually afford all the manga and anime I want. But sadly I do not, so it's no use suing me. I'm poor.
A/N: I am proud to present a newly revised first chapter. The other chapters will soon meet the same fate.
Warning: Spoilers for episode 25
When Riza Hawkeye regained consciousness, her first thought was, "How could I have been so careless?" She found herself handcuffed to a chair placed in the center of an ice cold room. Her day had started out simple enough, with a simple mission. How it had taken such a bad turn was beyond her. Mustang and company were sent to rescue Dr. Marcoh from the Isbalan rebels that had supposedly taken him hostage. A simple mission it was, and yet some strange feeling had pervaded the whole encounter. The anonymous tip was more than a little suspicious, and she was conscious of how it set the Colonel on edge. She was apprehensive as well; it had been days since Marcoh went missing. Somehow the rebels' story wasn't as plausible as it ought to have been.
Armstrong had led the party through the dank sewer system with relative ease. Riza thought it was funny that a man of that size could maneuver so well in the closed surroundings. Yet the smaller the tunnel was, the easier he could move about. It defied logic and physics, but was at the same time hilarious to witness. She had followed directly behind Roy, to watch his back like always. She knew that he was more than capable of defending everything within his eyesight. But there was something unsettling to her in his broad open back. So she had made the choice to trail the party, with her ever-vigilant finger against the trigger.
And then something had violently grabbed her shoulders. She had screamed involuntarily as she was pulled backwards into the arms of none other than the homunculus Envy, in his usual androgynous form. The entire group turned in horror, just in time to see Envy place a hand (that had now become a blade) against her fragile throat. Riza forced herself to stop screaming because of the proximity of the blade. A trick Fullmetal had often used to get out of tricky situations had apparently adapted itself into Envy's usual repertoire of weaponry.
"Roy Mustang, I will now take the one thing that you love. I plan to exploit her as I see fit until we come to a truce. The homunculi require your assistance in alchemy." Envy smiled a toothy grin, and it seemed that his mouth was full of razorblades rather then actual teeth. Roy visibly struggled to keep hold of the calm control he was infamous for. He had not prepared himself for the situation and hurriedly tried to piece together his thoughts. "What if I don't agree to help you? What if I decide to burn you to a crisp instead?" Envy laughed, but there was no joy in this cruel sound, only the veiled hint of sadism that turned the group's veins to ice. Roy wanted to burn the amusement off his face. "Well, I can think of a few better uses for your girlfriend than as meat shield, but suit yourself. You have 24 hours to make your choice. Come to the phone booth you lost your dear friend in and someone will meet you with instructions. The sooner the better I would think; I can barely reign in my self-control when I'm just holding her like this." Envy lewdly stared at Riza's clothed chest and winked. With a blur of speed he was gone, leaving Roy horrified and for the first time in his military life, completely alone. Envy had placed pressure on the base of Riza's neck, and she blacked out so that the location of the lair of the homunculi was still a mystery to the mortals of the world.
And now, here Riza was, helpless and humiliated. It was her fault Roy was at the end of an ultimatum he could not hope to win. Her error in judgment was responsible for the current situation, and the weight of that knowledge sat heavily upon her. She immediately assumed Envy wouldn't play fair and that she would be discarded after her usefulness to this ruthless game had ended. "What a bleak thought. I should be more hopeful." She hadn't realized that she had spoken her thoughts out loud. And for some reason, she felt cold. She shivered. Riza couldn't understand why; she had been so lost in her own thoughts that she hadn't realized… She looked down to see a sight most horrifying: she was only wearing her utilitarian tan bra and basic tan bikini cut underwear.
"Well, it could be worse. I'm glad I'm too sensible to wear a thong. That's the kind of optimism I need," she thought sarcastically.
She wriggled her slender wrists, testing the limits of her metal handcuffs. She judged them too snug to slip out of. Apparently, Envy was an expert at restraints. She shivered at the implication. It seemed that things did not bode well for her. She stared at her unfriendly surrounding and took in the layout of the room. Directly in front of her metal chair was a dark mahogany bed with hunter green sheets.
"So this is where that creature sleeps. There's something about that bed that is unsettling," she thought glumly.
Suddenly, she heard the creak of oddly familiar footsteps on the black stone ground. From her vantage point, a familiar body appeared.
"Roy!" Riza incredulously screeched. The Colonel put a finger to her lips. "Shhhhh…c'mon I've come to get you out of here." For once maybe the situation wasn't so bleak, Riza hoped. Mustang deftly undid her handcuffs and helped her to her feet. Riza smiled at him, it was a smile of pure joy, like that of a child receiving a piece of candy; this fortunate turn of events had delivered her into the arms of her commanding officer. But honestly, Riza realized that Mustang was not her boyfriend, that they hadn't gone out on a single date. Hawkeye was his most helpful co-worker and friend, helping him cope with grief after Hughes had been murdered. She had been his support for many years, but recently she had been weakening; her charade of platonic friendship was fading fast. She didn't know how long she could continue to work under him before it would just be too much.
Sure, Envy had called her "the one thing that Roy loves," but she knew that Roy had never seen her in that light. But to have him rescue her from the clutches of that maniac (in her underwear no less) was enough to emotionally exhaust her. She hugged the Colonel as if he was the only thing holding her to reality, and maybe he was. Maybe the anxiety had affected her more than she had previously thought. "It's alright Riza. You're safe." Something about those words unsettled her. Something was knawing at her insides screaming, "This isn't right!" And then she realized it.
Faster than a bullet train, she grabbed Mustang's gun from its holster on his waist and fired six bullets, one after the other, straight into his heart. He fell backward, bleeding and laughing. His laughter was a sharp, clipped sound. "So what gave it away?" The figure that was once Roy had now resurfaced into Envy. Envy grabbed Riza's throat and started dragging her up violently against one of the walls of dark stone. "The real Roy would never call me Riza," Hawkeye choked out.