Disclaimer: I do not own Full Metal Alchemist.
Chapter 2
Ed's POV:
'Ugh, it's been three day since I've been in this stupid hospital, can't they just release me already? I'm healthy again for Christ sakes!'
I then sighed, I was bored, and I being bored was never a good thing, many bad things tend to happen when I was bored.
'If I could just talk to someone, at least than I wouldn't be as bored, but that was the price, my voice for coming back to the past.'
Turning some, I than picked up the newspaper Roy had left the other day while he was visiting me, well more or less trying to coax me into talking rather than shaking my head yes or no.
As I read the article, I raised my eyebrow, I remember that Second Lt. Maria Ross was blamed for Hughes's death, but she was innocent, the real person who killed Hughes was Envy, who disguised himself as Maria in order to place the blame the murder and the warehouse explosion on her.
Putting the newspaper down on the blanket, I started to rummaged through the bedside desk, I wanted to slap myself, inside was a notepad, and pen, If I would of knew that they were in there earlier, I would of told Roy what happen.
However, than again, I was weak and feverish from blood lost and did not really think about it at the time thanks to the article about the upcoming trial, what better way to start changing things for the better.
With that, I folded my legs under me and in true military style investigation, started to write what I knew from the article as well adding tidbits I knew from the future.
Roy's POV:
I hated paperwork, I swore that paperwork was the spawn of the devil, it doubled since Second Lt. Maria was found to be Hughes's killer but something about the report didn't seem right, sighing, I pushed the report aside and picked up the one from the hospital.
The mystery man was doing well but was still on the thin side; still was not talking but seemed almost bored that he was being force to stay there, with nothing but newspapers to read that I leave there for him.
Since they didn't know what unit he belong to or if he had any family to watch over him to make sure that he ate right, they were forced to keep him there until he gains a healthy weight.
A lightblub than went off in my head, of course he would have to agree to it, but I'm sure that he would since it meant to get out of the hospital and getting back into the community.
Standing, I grabbed my jacket off the coat rack that stood in the condor of my office than pulled it on as I started to leave.
"Lt. Hawkeye, I'm going to be out the rest of the day, I trust you that you can handle things again?" I asked as I started to button up my jacket, as I looked over at the gun-totting woman, I saw that she nodded her head as she sat a large pie of old files on her desk.
"Yes sir, I take it that you are going to visit that mysterious person in the hospital again?" She asked as she now sat down at her desk.
"Yes, that man is a very interesting person, I hope that we can find out who he is, in some ways he reminds me of Full Metal, stubborn in the fact that he has to stay there with nothing to do."
I than finished buttoning my jacket up and soon headed toward the hospital, once there I walked to his room and knocked on the door, of course I did not except an answer since no one could get him to speak. Opening the door, I saw him sitting on the bed writing on a legal pad, the article on Second Lt. Maria Ross was folded open on the bed.
Raising my eyebrow, I than walked over to the bed and looked over his shoulder some to what he was writing and was shocked to see what he was doing, he was writing an investigate report on just what was printed in the newspaper but the more I read of what I could see, it sounded like he was there.
Taping his shoulder, he seemed to blink as he than stopped writing and turn to look at me with confusion written on his face.
"You were there when Lt. Colonel Hughes was killed wasn't you?" I asked, it would make since his clothes were rags and he had been found near the warehouse after it had exploded.
I watched as he nodded than turned to a blank sheet of paper than started to write.
~ Yes, I was nearby when everything happen…I would of told you sooner but I was weak from the blood lost and other injuries, I'm Lt. Colonel James Maxwell…the reason I can't talk is because I was born mute. I was reading that article and decided to write my account of what happen that night, Second Lt. Ross is innocent, She didn't kill him.~
Ed's POV:
I watched as Roy's eye widen in shock of what I just wrote, I felt abit guilty using a dead soldier's name but it was the only way I could think of to explain the uniform I was wearing, and the explosion was just a bonus, it would explain how it got so torn up.
I remembered the real Lt. Colonel Maxwell from his file, he had been station out in Lior, and his unit had been ambushed by Ishbal Rebels and most were capture and it was rumored that they were killed out somewhere in the dessert but there was no proof that is what happen so he had been labeled MIA.(1)
I watched as Roy sat down in the chair that was beside the bed, his face had shock written all over it, but also that he had a million and one questions running through his head, shaking my head I started to write once again and handed the notepad to him. he raised his eyebrow as than took it and started to read what I had written.
Normal POV:
Roy raised his eyebrow as Edward handed him the notepad to read what Edward had wrote and would chuckle some as he looked at Edward.
"You have been through a lot haven't you? First being attack, being a prisoner of war for those all those years and when you finally find your way back, only to wind up being blown up almost and an eyewitness to a murder of a fellow officer."
Edward shrugged some; he had been through a lot worst, not that Roy needed to know that, many things was best left unsaid until the time came or not at all, Edward prefer that he never had to tell Roy who he really was.
However, somewhere in the back of his mind, Edward had a bad feeling that something was going to happen very soon that not only would it change the course of history but the lives of thousands of people.
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(1)Lt. Colonel James Maxwell is someone I made up for this story, and this was to take place before Armstrong got station out in Lior.