Disclaimer: I own nothing of FMA, if you haven't noticed :P
Summary: "The blood stung his eyes, and he felt that cool, sharp, knife, come down once more across his skin. Again, again, again. And Ed couldn't even scream." Roy finds out that Ed has been kidnapped. Playing the game that's been set out for him, will he be able to save Ed, or will he be too late?
My first real attempt at finishing a multi-chapter story. Completely dropped War-torn Soul. Don't like it anymore. :3 Anyway, please enjoy!
Roy staggered forward, his right leg dragging in protest.
His breathing was haggard and his eyes unfocused, as blood and sweat dripped from his forehead into his line of vision. He took another step then lurched forward, his battered leg giving out on him.
He looked up and found himself on the ground. He couldn't remember falling. He didn't feel it. He couldn't feel anything. He could only feel the pull in his mind, constantly urging him to 'hurry up, faster, hurry up'.
Roy lay there, puffs of white fog exiting through his open, panting lips. He wanted to stay there. To lay on the cold concrete and welcome sleep. Sleep. That sounded nice.
He shook his head, before lifting himself on his hands and knees, then painfully back up to his feet. He couldn't stay here. He had to get Fullmetal. He had to get him now. It could already be too late.
Roy took another faltering step, and dragged on.
He had had enough.
Every time Roy had finished a pile of papers Hawkeye placed on his desk, she would come right back and give him more.
He tapped his pen, held lightly between his forefinger and his thumb, against the wooden desk, the sound following the beat of the rain rapping against the office window. He sighed loudly, something he had been doing repeatedly for the past thirty minutes. He had been at it for eight hours already, and staring at the same document for about forty-five minutes. He was pretty sure that he would go insane if he kept this up.
"You know, sighing and staring at the same document for forty minutes is not going to get it done." Riza stated.
"Can I go home?" Roy whined, leaning forward. Never looking up from her work to look at her superior, she answered stoically,
"I'm sorry, sir. But you know you cannot leave until all the paper work for next week's meeting is completed."
He sighed slowly through his nose. Why the hell was he even doing this? He was made to fight, not sit at a god forsaken desk all day.
From across the room, Roy heard his phone ring, not having the will to get up and answer it. He rested his head in his palm, covering his eyes.
"Sir, the phone's ringing." Riza called to him.
Several beats
"Answer it." he grunted.
She nodded, knowing he couldn't see it from behind his hand, as she walked to the receiver and picked up the phone.
"Colonel Mustang's office, Lieutenant Colonel Hawkeye speaking." A few seconds of silence, before she said,
"Colonel, Alphonse Elric is on the line. He would like to speak with you."
Roy groaned and swiped his hand down his face. "Give it." he grunted, waving his hand out.
She walked to him, holding the receiver, placing it on his desk and handing the phone to Roy.
"Hello?" he said tiredly into the speaker.
"Hello, Colonel? This is Alphonse Elric."
"Yes, I know. What do you need?" The line was silent for a second, before Al's timid voice came through.
"…Brother's gone missing. I don't know where he is."
Roy sat back, raising a brow. "Missing? Since when?"
"Well, about three days ago I asked him to go out and buy some cat food. I had found another stray and kept it for a bit. Brother wasn't too happy when he found out."
Roy rolled his eyes teasingly. It was so like Al.
"But he said I could keep him until the rain stopped. So because I ran out of food, I asked him to go out and buy some. And he hasn't come back since then." Al said, his voice shaking slightly as he remembered the last he had heard from his brother.
"Three days? Alphonse, if he had gone missing for that long, why didn't you contact me or anyone?"
"Well, it's normal for Brother to go missing for a bit. He likes to wander off on his own to think sometimes. But usually it's just for a day and he always comes back. I thought that maybe something happened for a while, but decided to wait a while to see if I was wrong."
Roy frowned, Alphonse's irresponsibility irking him just slightly. "Knowing the little shrimp, he probably got lost or fell in a ditch and is too short to get out." he said, half-heartedly trying to quench his own fear rising in the pit of his stomach.
"Colonel, please don't joke like that. I'm really worried about him."
Roy sighed. "Right. I'm sorry. Just trying to lighten things up. I'll keep my eye out for him. I'll tell you if I find anything."
Though physically impossible, Roy could hear a slight smile in Al's voice through the speaker.
"Thankyou so much, Colonel. I hope he's okay."
Roy smiled softly. "Me too. Good bye, Alphonse." he said before placing the phone down.
He groaned, leaning back in his chair.
"Has something happened, sir?" Riza asked, picking the receiver up from the desk and placing it back to it's proper place.
"Edward's gone missing. Three days now. Alphonse's getting worried."
Riza turned back, eyes slightly widened. "Missing?"
"Yup." he replied, pushing himself back up to lean on his desk. "I told him I'd call if I found anything."
"Really now? I hope Edward will be alright." she said, going back to filing her papers.
Roy picked his pen back up, staring back at the horrible black words on the document, not really paying mind to what they said. He couldn't concentrate. Fullmetal was missing. His mind already began working, gears turning to figure a way to find out what had happened to his young alchemist.
"Yeah," he said, placing his pen back down. "Me too."
Oooohhhh so what has happened to Ed? Well, obviously kidnapped, hence the title 'Kidnapped' :P Anyway, please tell me if you like it, so I can see if it's worth continuing! Thankyou!