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It almost took them three hours for them to locate Hawkeye. No one was able to stabilize the flame of Roy Mustang. As soon as the woman(who was assaulted) reported to the head quarters and Furey confirming Hawkeye's capture, Roy Mustang did not wasted on any more time to rescue her. Miles drove the car with tight gripping speed, Mustang felt neither the speed nor the slap of wind against his face. All he wanted was to rescue Riza Hawkeye. He should have accompanied her when she was about to go home! How lowly of him to allow her to go home late at night even knowing that there were thugs who liked taking women. As soon as cold bit into his skin, Mustang slipped on his ignition gloves though he knew he didn't need the gloves upon doing any alchemy, it was his comfort thing. The dark green grass was slowly covered by white blanket of snow. Soon after they saw the train, smoking soft grey clouds above it's head. Mustang and Miles jumped over the train with adrenaline pumping. His chest was tight, even with mouth full of hair he was not able to breathe freely.
Words of Furey and the woman kept on ringing inside his head. A woman helped me.. Lieutenant Hawkeye offered herself to save me. He wanted to hit anything just to extinguish the flames surrounding him.
She should be here. Whoever took her left no evidence of any chance that would give some intel to the military. But they kept Furey alive, he gave everything he knew to them, the poor young man was crying as he did so. Mustang will not tolerate any man who hurt his men. He would make them pay. When he was on his way to the train station, when he stumbled upon Miles;Saying that he knew Mustang would go after Hawkeye. After gathering infos, they rushed to Mustang's car and followed the trail of the train. It was a mistake on the enemy's part, they occupied the whole train with their men, it was easy to track.
"Sir" Miles whispered. His tall and lean figure was pressed against the wall. Mustang was behind the Major "permission to shoot sir?" What ever Miles saw, it was not appropriate. Mustang nodded, hoping that it has nothing to do with Hawkeye.
With a sleek move, Miles pushed himself away from the wall and pointed his gun to the window of a private cabin. The former Briggs's soldier's eyes were blank but his jaw was anymore second to spare, his bullet shot thought the glass singing through the air , shattering the window into pieces and finally made it's mark. Mustang went over to see, a large man was laying limp over Hawkeye. A glass was shattered beside them and water dripped off from his Lieutenant's chin. All he wanted to do was to embrace her, she was alive. Relief somehow steamed off the flames surrounding him.
Miles kicked the door open , allowing Mustang to enter. Hawkeye's face was covered with blood foreign to her. She was not shaking and merely pushed the dead body away from her, her movement was unstable, limp from side to side. Bruises covered her face, one eye was shut close that was nearly black with bruise. "You okay?" He knew it was a stupid question, skies she looked bad.. Mustang pulled her up, placing a hand over her hips. There was blood on her coat,his hands went over there. He would definitely kill these men who touched his Lieutenant "what-
"It seems they healed me sir.."stating the obvious and dusted off his hands away from her. She lost a step ,Roy caught her arms and steadied her. Why did the enemy healed her? And why her? What do they need from Hawkeye? He swore to his Master that he would protect his daughter, he always failed to do so yet she was always true to her job.
"Can you walk?" She raised her head to look at him and nodded. She turned away so instant that Roy was not able to see her face clearly. She stumbled every now and then as they walked. Dead bodies sprawled all over the floor, blood carpeted the once clear brown wood. Miles kicked some bodies away, his rage was slow burning, it was dangerous. Shattered glass creaked as they made their way out. Miles held up a hand then pointed his gun over the next door they were facing, without any breath to lose, he shot. The glass shattered and Miles kicked the door open. Another dead body greeted them,he brushed off the corpse without any sign of repentant.
"Sir they surrounded the whole train." Suddenly Hawkeye nearly slipped out from his grasp,Mustang immediately grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into him. Sweat lined down her brows, to her nose then to her jaw, her jaw clenched as she limped into his hold.
"Hawkeye?" Her amber eyes were filled with fluid, her eyes were red-her nose as well. She heaved and heaved, the bones of her neck nearly peered out from her skin. She held his arms and pushed her away from him but Roy held firm.
"Can't-feel-" she desperately gasped for air, Roy panicked. Her breathing was fast and neither her arms nor her legs seemed to be present with her body. He called her name, again and again but she doesn't seem to recognize his voice.
Miles cursed "she was drugged" he shook his head. "We need to get out sir... there are.. we need to go" Roy hurled Hawkeye over his shoulder, she once said that she was heavy but she was weightless. He held up his right hand, ready to snap any time. Miles peered over his shoulder and nodded. They continued to walk as silent as possible, no ghosts leaving their trail only the silent creak of shattered glass.
Miles pressed his back over one corner as Mustang followed suit , still being careful of not smashing Hawkeye anywhere. She groaned time by time, half of her body was down to Mustang's back and half her over his chest. At least she was still conscious. There were boots hitting the floor, Adrenaline pumped into Mustang's veins and readied himself to snap anytime. Bullets shot everywhere, taking down the door separating them from the other side of the train, Miles voice was above all of the shots "Sir destroy the wall!"
The oxygen compressed, twisted and as per cue, Roy snapped. Air exploding into fire and burned the wall of the train. Immediately Miles wrapped one of his arms around Mustang and Hawkeye and pushed themselves onto the parcel of snow as the wall of the moving train turned into ashes. The train screeched and untangled itself from the coils of the tracks. Snow billowed against them, Mustang rolled to his side. Gripping the pain in his gut, he searched for any signs of his allies. Then there she was, her blond hair sprawled over the blanket of snow, Miles was on his feet, white haired man twirled Hawkeye to face him. Roy wanted to move, to help men but his body was immobile, pain gripped his skin , peeling it off making him unable to move.
"Hawkeye" He searched for Miles' voice. His black coat made him easier to be tracked. Miles snapped his head to Roy's direction. Blood trailed down his cheeks and his other eye was shut,his glasses were nowhere to be seen "Sir!" Briggs soldier indeed, he wore his wounds like an accessory.
Hawkeye was on the floor. Unconscious "Lieutenant!" Roy called. He gritted his teeth as he stood and walked over to where Miles and Hawkeye were. Roy continued to scream her title, veins popping out from his skin.
"Sir you're injured" Roy looked down, his arms were bleeding and his left waist. Mustang was their commanding officer he needed to see them safe. Should the enemies come after him, he would face them alone.
"Never mind that, we needed to go" Miles nodded, he carried Hawkeye without any complains. Just as they were about to continue their tracks, men rose up from the snow. Silver light flicked through the snow, Miles reached behind him for his gun. The Colonel pulled up his best calming voice.
Roy held up his hand "we are just passing by" his tone was casual. He doubted hat these men would believe them, there was a silent hope inside him that these men were Armstrong's. But they gave no intention that they were. If they were the Northern General's men, they would have recognized Major Miles and of course him.
"Colonel Mustang" a small man said, eyeing them three "what wreckage you caused" Roy did not dare to look behind. He was told that the train was all surrounded by the thugs, no civilians were able to ride. An explosion caught between their silence, train was no longer present.
The man's smiling face turned into something sinister "shoot!" Mustang snapped but he was too late. Bullets already sliced through his leg, and his arms, then to his stomach before his fire snapped into the air. His body dropped to the floor. Blood spilling out, covering the white snow with blood. Screams of men were everywhere filling the song of the cold darkness of snow.
"Lieutenant..Miles" his voice was barely audible. Miles was beside him, crouching with his arms wrapped around Hawkeye protectively. But then the bullets stopped. Mustang pressed his hands together but another bullet made it though his hand.
"What a useless colonel" a large man kicked Miles away from Hawkeye, blood spilled out from Miles' body. The Major's red eyes were fading, His breath was laden and head turned to Hawkeye.
"T-take me" Mustang managed to spill. If they want him then so be it.
"The boss wanted the lady first" the small man crouched and tipped Mustang's face. His rifle glinted on top of his broad shoulder"poor useless Colonel"
His anger flared inside him, he shoved the small man away and managed to get into his feet. Hawkeye was now dangling over the large man's shoulder. He snapped, Fire exploded through the air. His adrenaline pumped in, his attackers were surrounded by rings of fire but a cold steel broke through his side to where he was previously shot. No screams poured his from his mouth. His body dropped onto the ground, pain making him unable to move or even think. He needed to get to Miles and Hawkeye. "Lieutenant.." he called "Miles ." He groaned and placed his hand over his side. "Miles!" Blood filled his mouth, he needed Miles to respond to him "Major" his voice was weakening "...answer me!"
He knew he was screwed when Bullets rained all over, but none of the bullets shot him. After many exchanged blows, there was a soldier covered in white knelt before him, "Where..." Mustang muttered, The soldier shouted for more men "Miles.. take care of him first and.. my...my Lieutenant"
Roy Mustang groaned and rolled to his side, pain coiled his gut, another groan escaped his mouth "Sir!" He opened his eyes, light spilled the room scented with disinfectant. "Sir!" His eyes landed on his former man, Vato Falman. His eyes were red with tears,he dabbed the soft fabric on his eyes. "you were asleep for almost a week Sir" his eyes narrow as he added " you were in a stasis called comatose Sir, a comatose is where a man was unconscious in -
"How's Hawkeye? Miles?" Roy pushed himself from the bed but his gut twisted so much it that made him feel nauseous. Falman held Roy's shoulder and gently laid him back to the bed.
"Major Miles seems to be fine Sir, after being unconscious for two days, he's been investigating about the incident." Falman dipped his head low between his shoulders "Lieutenant Hawkeye.. is nowhere to be seen"
Roy kicked off the sheets, crawling out from the bed. His blood was icy cold, only the loud thumping of his heart echoed off his ears. She was taken again. It was all his fault! He scrambled into his feet, he wanted to kick off the bed. Falman's hand was tight on his shoulder, keeping him steady but Mustang shoved him off. "Sir!" Mustang plucked off the IV fluid stinging into his vein. A light tint of blood peeked out from his skin , there were no pain, he needed to get to her. Who ever those men were; they clearly wanted his Lieutenant. And he gave them what they exactly wanted.
Mustang needed to get to her. The door swung inward, it hit the wall bouncing off from the force it was given"Mustang!" He stood straight upon seeing the blonde General. He can't let her see his condition, she would make fun of him. Her blue eyes glared at him , a cloud of smoke puffed out from her heavy breathing "hold your horses! " she eyed him from head to toe "you want to go to her. Tch!" Snarl traced her lips "you won't be able to rescue your Lieutenant in your condition!"
He held his feet longer than he expected "I will get to her" he gritted his teeth. He needed to. He already lost his best friend. He can't lose her.
"Do you want me to knock you off Mustang?"General Armstrong was surprisingly calm, She drummed her fingers on the hilt of her sabre. "And do you honestly think that you won't harm more men with that recklessness of yours?" Rage filled her eyes, breathing steady but she shook off whatever's bothering her "my men found you a second away from death " she stood straight, eyeing him. It made her look taller and even more powerful" you are a lucky bastard Mustang. I chose to save your butt thanks to this little wimp of yours" Falman grimaced "we will rescue Hawkeye, when you are fully recovered. Your two second Lieutenants are already here, Recover in two days Mustang, we will search for your Queen"
"Two days" Mustang murmured "give me two days, then we will go" his teeth bared, he wanted to crush any man who will stand on his way to his queen.
A feint knock rapped behind he door, it opened "Sir" Roy retreated to his bed with the help of Falman. Roy drew in a ragged breath, Miles was alive. He had several cuts on his face, his whole body and hands were covered with uniform, he can't tell how injured Olivier's adjutant was.
"Are you feeling fine Major?" Miles smiled, his glasses was absent from his face.
"Yes sir, as you can see.. I am walking in one piece" Jean Havoc and Haymans Breda walked in,tapping Miles on the shoulder. "We expect you to recover in two days Sir, if not" Miles nodded at Havoc
"We will rescue The Queen ourselves" Havoc pointed at himself using his thumb. Roy can feel their uneasiness, the way Havoc's smile was half hearted. Breda refused to speak and Miles's eyes have bags underneath.
"I assure you men, I will recover in two days" he prayed to whoever gods would hear him. He begged that Hawkeye was still alive. Surely they would not leave her unharmed, he just wanted to see her alive.
Mustang rested and ate as much as he can, reserving any energy he can. He ate everything they gave him, from foods to drinks. He once complained about the coffee, it tasted so bad that his mouth declined the fluid from dripping down his throat and worse of all, they asked him to pay. He would, after he reached the top. He needed to gather his whole strength to get his queen back. They cleaned his wounds regularly and seemed to healed up quite quickly. At his second day, they day where he should have recovered. He was on his feet, boots on and ignition gloves were inside his pocket, he doesn't need the gloves anymore thanks to Pride but he had this habit of wearing it. He was told that Grumman had men searching for Hawkeye, he will execute those men who took his only grand daughter. Grumman was a dangerous man to deal with, Mustang knew him very well. He may be past his young year but the old man's brain worked better than him.
He will not harm his men like he did before. His mind was ready to search for Riza. Until a letter from an anonymous sender arrived. His men gathered around him-even General Armstrong will join the search.
Colonel Mustang,
Since you love to play chess, let's play. A game in the chess will be jeopardized without the Queen.I know you wanted your white queen back. I will not assure you if she is still in one piece or if she is covered in black-
Mustang threw the crumpled paper and snapped, wanted to burn it into ashes. But Havoc was swift, taking the crumpled paper into his fist. Olivier cursed at Mustang "hold your horses Mustang!"
"They-" he ran his hand over his hair, he allowed her to go into the enemy's territory once again! He bit his lower lip and shut his eyes, trying to prevent his hands from shaking.
"Don't give me that shit" Olivier leaned on the wall. Her eyes glared at him, her jaws were clenched with bared teeth " we all know what kind of relationship you have with Hawkeye like hell I care. But if you will act like that again I swear to you I will cut off your head, you are just a pain in the ass"
Mustang glared at her, ready to attack. But Havoc stood in his way, handling the paper to him "boss, please continue to read it" Jean Havoc's eyes were grim. Mustang held The Knight's gaze and finally snatched the paper away from Havoc, the blonde man's hands were shaking. His lips were red as he bit harder and harder and knuckles were almost white.
Don't worry, when my men tasted her-
He can't read this, he shoved the paper to Armstrong. His rage filled his mind, he slammed his fist into the wall. Once -twice, he lost count. Roy's eyes were flaring, he swore that he would incinerate those men who touched her. He halted when Armstrong read the letter out loud.
"Don't worry when my men tasted her, I scolded them. Riza Grumman Hawkeye is your woman right? She was too good for you. And your alchemy. Let's have a bargain Roy, If you wanted your Queen back- give me the secrets of flame alchemy. Equivalent me the secrets and I will give you your Queen. She is a sweet thing though, quiet as they did those things on her.
Would you love a woman as destroyed as her?
I would like to commend you military people, I interrogated her. My men hit her, put knife into her skin, stripped off her clothes yet she was silent. No tears, no screams. If she would give me the secrets of alchemy, I would let her go back to you. There is an interesting find though" Olivier glanced at Mustang before going on, blood pooled below Mustang's hand "a large tattoo on her back but, she was scarred. Most likely by flames Roy. What have you done to her?" Roy shut his eyes, they saw her tattoo "what have you done Mustang?"
"Boss" Havoc's voice posted danger, all of his men glared at him with fangs nearly out from their teeth .
"I'll explain when.. everything is clear"
"Very well" Olivier continued "I invite you to my place. Take four or five men, if you do so try to take more; I will kill the old man Fuhrer. " Olivier stopped "Falman, call central. Tell The Fuhrer that him that needed more men. Go" Falman ran. Mustang would truly kill them. " go to the south, past Dublith, then it is up to you to search for your Queen. If you dare to contact Izumi Curtis, Elric Brothers or whoever, I will kill them. My men are watching each of their moves.
And yours
You don't have a lot of time Roy, I am waiting for so long. this would be our first reunion after 30 years" Roy growled. There were two countries past Dublith. Mahca and Lumiara. How in the ten hells he would search for her? And what did he meant by reunion? And who was this man?
"Sir!" A soldier ran toward them, a phone on hand, it's wires were long and coiled. Most probably owned by the clinic "a phone call from Colonel Mustang Sir!"
"Tapped in the Line Soldier!" Armstrong commanded. Mustang's hand was tight around the phone, he raised it to his ear, his men shuffled beside him, ready to hear whatever will come.
"Colonel Mustang speaking" the same soldier arrived with another phone, he gave it to Olivier, Miles was beside her, listening to the other side of the phone
"Sir" they all gasped from hearing her voice, Mustang nearly fell on the ground but Havoc held him tight. Breda opened a notebook and began on taking notes of their conversation " It is funny sir, Major Miles wanted to have a friendly battle against Major Armstrong" his men looked at Miles who shrugged in return. Her voice was clouded with thick mask, she was trying hard to cover up her voice. There was something a miss. Was there someone watching her? What have they done to her?
"Lieutenant-
"Good thing Lieutenant Havoc intervened. He knew best. Speaking of the Major, my classmate Catalina has a huge crush on the Major , she wanted me to introduce her to him but I like him with General Amrstrong instead, and sir" there was a pause
"That is fraternization Hawkeye, should they be together" Riza was brave, he knew it. To what extent did she sacrificed just to talk to him? He made a seriously wrong move. Had he been smarter; things won't turn out that way. He might have already saved her if he acted right. As he shut his eyes, echoes of her slicing skin and blood showering down her neck rang through his mind. She almost died because of him. And now again. Over and over again.
"The north has their own rules, no one would speak. And sir"
"Lieutenant" He wanted to hear her voice, see her face. He shut his eyes, there was a pause between them. A soundless apology and missing warmth "I will find you"
Her breath became ragged. She continued even with her broken voice "Ivy needed to be bathed please ask Major Miles to bathe her, Private Shesca may do it if he doesn't feel like it. Though the Major could use it as a time to bond with General Olivier. Before Randolf , Roland and Yilron propose to her. And-
Another voice echoed through the phone. "Enough talk, I am kind am I?" A deep voice was behind. Cold shiver ran through his spine, turning his blood into ice. "happy that you heard her?"
"Damn you!" Mustang shouted. His men jumped at his sudden raise of voice.
"Don't curse me now" this voice, he will remember "she told stories to you- probably our own ways of communication. "Now his voice was near the receiver "I am looking forward in seeing you again, Colonel Roy Mustang" the line was cut off, Mustang slammed the phone hardest that he can and snatched the paper away from Breda before anyone could decode it.
Miles,Armstrong,Havoc,Catalina, Armstrong, Ivy,Miles again, Shesca,Olivier,Ranfold,Roland. He circled all of the first letters, MAHCAIMSORRY. He wrote again, Mahca, she was taken to Mahca And -I'm sorry. He growled and threw the paper in flames.
"Sir!" Breda side stepped, he was nearly caught in flames together with the paper. The paper turned into ashes falling down onto the cold marble floor of Briggs. "What did she say? She was making no sense"
"No Breda" he turned to everyone "She's in Mahca" Mahca was far from Briggs. Roy cursed, him going after them was all part of the trap. They intended for him to go after them, be injured and... Skies. Roy fisted his hand on his hair. He fell right into their traps. Clearly, he can't think straight with one of his men harmed and his Lieutenant Hawkeye was taken. When Hughes died, Lieutenant hawkeye kept him on bay. They told him that she was a shadow behind him. But they were all wrong. She was not a shadow. She was light, she was his light that kept his shadows away.
Olivier tightened her grip around her sabre's hilt. Her blue eyes were cold, not looking at anybody "go there Mustang, it will take you about Six hours to get there. "Mustang watched her as she massaged her temples "who did you troubled now Mustang?"
He shrugged "I can't remember this man" he shook his head "I don't know him"
Roy recalled every person he knew. But he can't remember any "Sir" Miles leaned on the wall with arms and legs crossed "he did say reunion" Roy turned to Miles "are you really certain that you don't know him?"
"Yes..." Roy placed a hand on his chin "I knew all men that is under me. I don't have any family left except for Madam Christmas.."
"Never mind that now Boss" Havoc took out a stick of cigarette " we need to get to Ri"
Mustang nodded, they took out his light and twisted him into shadows. Once steady flame will be turned into a ghast of inferno. He will come for them and take his queen back to her rightful throne.
Notes: Sorry for the boring chapter! Just lost the motivation to do anything right now. Don't know why
