Hi all! Just a warning, this story does mention some sensitive content pertaining to rape and sexual violence. These can be triggers so please do not read this story if you feel uncomfortable with the things I listed. Thank you
Roy Mustang was a man of tactfulness and precision, so it was no surprise for him to arrive in his office at exactly 6:00 sharp that fateful October morning. It was, to his dismay, a surprise to find that his own staff was not present.
He sat at his old dark oak desk and glared at the pile of paper work that the Elric brothers had so kindly left the day before. Roy could count on seeing the two brats later in the day to explain the scribblings that Ed had quickly jotted down without any thought on his less than organized report of the last several missions.
A low grumble came from his throat as the silence of his office made its uncomfortable lack of commotion known. "Where the hell is everyone?" He said to himself.
Sure, the others were unreliable when it came to being on time but Hawkeye too? Suddenly Roy became very nervous as his mind began to track into worse case scenarios, while being a dog of the military had its benefits there were always constant threats made towards every commanding officer. Danger was something each officer had to face daily and the paranoia often trumped the reality of getting hurt by outside forces. Mustang shook his head, he had the best of the best subordinates, they could take care of themselves better than even he could.
As he looked out the dusty window of his office Mustang sighed, "I don't know why I question these moments of peace." It was then that the tranquil peace was broken with an all too familiar ring, Mustang picked up the phone with hesitation as the air shifted into the unsettling silence again.
"Colonel Mustang sir." A shaky voice called out in respect.
"Second Lieutenant Havoc..." A hesitant Roy stated as he didn't quite understand what was happening, Havoc had never sounded so scared before.
"We need you down here as quickly as possible sir…there's been an incident. We are in the alley way on fourth street."
"I will be there as soon as possible." Not even bothering to wait for a response Mustang hung up the phone and scrambled to get his jacket on. As he drove down the cobblestone street his mind raced, his stomach doing a flip as he saw the rare sight of the military ambulance near a closed off street.
Hughes greeted him as he opened the car door, it didn't take long for Roy to notice the weight that Maes eyes carried.
"Hughes…what happened?" He had known the man in front of him for so long, he knew what looks belonged to what scenarios and Hughes eyes had an edge that matched that of their Ishvalan war days.
"One of your subordinates has been…"
Mustangs blood went cold in that instant, someone was murdered…who was it? Fuery, Falman, Bred-
"raped"
"W-what?" Riza Hawkeye. "No…Hawkeye…"
Maes tried his best to be a physical support as the flame alchemist found himself falling back against his own car, eyes wide and unbelieving. He soon fell out of shock and snapped into rage, "Who the hell did this?! What happened?"
"Roy- please just follow me, there's no easy way to explain this." As he all but let Lieutenant Colonel Maes Hughes guide him Mustangs perception of the situation was destroyed as he rounded the corner of the alley way.
It was then that the situation somehow became worse as a hysterical Edward Elric was being strapped to a hospital stretcher as Al tried desperately to draw a transmutation circle in a likely attempt to free his brother from his current situation. Roy's entire squadron was doing their damndest to keep him from completing it, Roy didn't give himself time to think as he willed his shaky legs forward.
Snapping to create a small but noticeable flame Roy Mustang swallowed his anguish and shouted with every will of his body, "Alphonse Eric!" His voice rang throughout the alley way as it caught everyone's attention.
No further words were needed at the shout, Al broke down at the sudden outburst letting his armored arms fall to the side as he fell back on the ground. Ed's cries were the only thing that could be heard as the ambulance doors slammed shut.
October 13th 1914 was a day that would mark the continuing horrors of both Edward and Alphonse Elric's lives.
Apologies for the short chapter, I am hoping to post the second soon. Any comment or criticisms are always welcome!