This is my attempt at branching out a bit from fluff with a hostage type angst fic. Rated for violence, suggested violence, and mild language.

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It wasn't until it was far too late that either of them realized it was a trap.

Doren Finch, a notorious serial killer, rapist, and thief, managed to break out of jail with the help of his mob and the first thing on his agenda was taking revenge on Roy Mustang, the man responsible for his being sentenced to life in prison.

Roy had overheard someone talking about Finch and his whereabouts while walking home from headquarters and decided to act on the gossip immediately. The man needed to be caught before anyone got hurt and Mustang did not want to waste any time.

The only other person from his team in the vicinity was Hawkeye, but their lack of backup didn't deter them. Both knew Finch was dangerous and smart and wouldn't fall for just any kind of trick. It had been hard enough to catch him the last time. They needed to act fast and had no time to wait for the rest of their team.

This was to be their downfall as they arrived at the bar where the Finch Mob was supposedly spending the evening and were immediately surrounded. Outnumbered and taken by surprise, it was only a matter of time before Mustang and Hawkeye's valiant efforts to fend off their assailants proved futile.

When Riza was ripped from Roy's side, he practically snarled at the men who would dare handle her so callously. His gloves were torn and his arms were held behind his back by several members of Finch's gang to ensure he couldn't use his clap alchemy. It was like the Promised Day all over again and Roy almost felt sick just thinking about that horrible experience in the tunnels beneath the city.

Riza put up quite a fight, but was ultimately taken down the same way as Roy and she bit back a yelp when one of the men struck her across the face with the butt of his gun. Roy shouted her rank and struggled against the men that held him.

"Let her go," Roy growled at Finch, his glare so fierce it would have brought a lesser man to his knees. But Finch was too ruthless and malicious to so much as flinch under the Flame Alchemist's piercing gaze. "I'm the one you want, right? She has nothing to do with this."

"And give her the chance to tell someone of your predicament?" Finch barked a laugh. "I think not. And what do you mean she has nothing to do with this? She is the one that was with you that night five years ago, is she not? I almost didn't recognize her. That act she put on with that skimpy dress and flighty attitude certainly fooled me, I'll give her that. I had no idea she was your dear lieutenant. Oh, I'm sorry, she's a captain now isn't she? Forgive me, it's been so long since I was on the outside. And who's fault is that I wonder?"

Riza tried again to pull away from the men that held her and Finch scoffed at her, walking over casually and kicking her in the gut. She coughed and gasped from the air being knocked out of her.

"Stop it, damn you!" Roy hollered, unable to contain the rage bubbling up inside him.

Finch was known to enjoy playing with his female victims before eventually killing them in some of the slowest and most painful ways imaginable. Roy knew this and tried desperately to get to Riza again. He didn't want to think about what might happen to her if Finch decided to take her away. It was his fault she was in this mess. Roy had been so focused on catching Finch, so confident they would have him behind bars again by the end of the night, that he hadn't thought about the fact that Finch might have expected them to track him down. Was counting on it, even.

Roy was punched in the face for his efforts at breaking free and blood spurt from his nose onto the floor and over the front of his uniform.

"General!" Riza shouted despite still being doubled over in pain.

"How touching," Finch said, voice laced with fake sincerity. "The more you struggle to get to each other, the more injured you will become… But, as much fun as it is to watch you two, I'm afraid I'm going to have to cut this party short."

Finch motioned to Riza. His men lifted her and dragged her away while she kicked and twisted and tried to get them off of her. One of the men clocked her in the side of the head with his gun again and she sagged as she fell into unconsciousness from the force of the blow.

"Captain! Damn you bastards! Where are you taking her!?"

"That's something you don't need to know, General," Finch sneered, wagging his finger at Roy in such an annoying manner that it made the brigadier general want to set him on fire. Finch directed his attention to his men and motioned with his hand. "Take him to the other room."

Roy was then dragged off in much the same way as Riza, kicking and fighting and trying his best to escape. His attempts were fruitless though and he was shoved into a windowless room, the only light coming from a single bulb in the center. Finch's men strapped him into a chair beneath the bulb and promptly left him, slamming and locking the door behind them.

Roy struggled against his bonds, but it was useless and only wore him out. Eventually he gave up and slumped in the chair, breathing heavily and staring at the ground in concentration, trying to come up with some kind of plan to get out. For all his strategical logic and tactical knowledge, Roy could not come up with a single idea that would allow him to break his bonds and rescue his captain.

Once again, he found himself utterly useless when it came to protecting the people he cared about.