Flames. Flames everywhere. Screams resounding throughout the red sky. Nearby. Panting. Running. Must get away. Explosions. More screaming. Gunfire. Shots tearing the air, tearing buildings, tearing the ground. Tearing people. Still running. Must run. From my past. My future. The present. Anything.

I felt a grab on my leg; I glanced down to see a decrepit woman. Dark skin. Red eyes. Filled with fire and hate, yet sadness. Too weak to talk. Her eyes speak only one word. Just one.

Why.

All around me. Men, women, children. Closing in on me. My back against the wall, no place to run. Closer. Closer. Closer they came. One reached out to me grabbed me, I screamed. I had to get away. Get away from them; get away from the military.

Get away, from Ishval.

The one, who grabbed my started dragging me, I screamed more begging for mercy for my sins. All I could hear was a faint noise, a voice that spoke. Spoke my name, "-usta" it was getting loader, was this creature taunting me? Trying to get me to fear it "-stan". I tried to get away, the creature raised its hand, I screamed like a newborn child, it brought it down on my-

"ROY!"

I awoke with a very rude slap to the face. I jolted and fell out of my hospital bed and onto the cold floor. Groggily, I looked it to see a very familiar sneering face. Dressed in standard blue military gear, with a few pride filled ribbons on his lapel.

"Goddammit Frank, what is it now?" I replied hap-hazardly.

The arrogant lieutenant looked down on me with a face of discontempt, "That's LIEUTENANT Frank Archer to you corporal!" He barked driving his heel into the bad of my head, "I didn't earn these badges for sittin' around on my ass like you Mustang, you got that?" Driving another foot into my skull.

"Alright, alright. Goddammit lieutenant Frank Archer, what is it now?"

Reclining back a little, the disgruntled lieutenant began to compose himself "Roy, you were screaming the whole building down, I got three platoons on the floor below you who can't sleep because of you!" I began picking myself up, preparing for an earful "and I come all the way up here, just to chase the bogeyman from your dreams and all you say is a what's up?" Groaning from the force of the good Archer's kick, I stretch out and fire up my apology. "Forgive me..Frank, I mean, lieutenant sir. I'll try to keep it down."

Frank's features soften a little, " I know about it" he spoke in a sombre tone, "What happened, to make you like this, Roy." He grabs my shoulders and looks me directly in the eye, "I may not have been there, but whatever happened you have to let it go. You're a soldier, hell one of the state's best alchemists, you can't let something like this effect you." He lets go of me, "After all, you've got a job to do and a goal to achieve"

I quirk a little at this, I never thought the war loving Frank Archer could be like this...or know my ulterior intentions of becoming the Fuhrer.

" ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOY!" A voice loomed from down the hallway. "Oh shit," Frank starts, "Your curious boyfriend is here, I'll let you handle him" I sit back down on my hospital bed, not a 5 star hotel, but I'll need whatever comfort I can get. After all of that, even this dank placid room with its lifeless white walls, I still feel more at home then I ever will.

"What's up!" Shouts an over-enthusiastic Hues directly in my face.

I shout in surprise and fall off the other end of the bed, "SERIOUSLY HUES, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!" I shout back.