This is the second chapter. I'm writing this for my own pleasure and for your pleasure so please, if there is anything wrong with it review and give me tips on how to become a better writer. Here's the second chapter.
Roy scarcely noticed that the streets were more busy than usual. As he walked past the stalls that he normally walked past on his way to work, the keepers noticed that he was looking quite solemn. None of them dared communicate with the man though as they knew just how short his temper could be on a bad day and they preferred their property- and themselves- intact and unburned. So they just looked on at the man as he dragged his feet lackadaisically through the streets.
Riza Hawkeye was sat at her desk in the lacklustre office surrounded by four males; Havoc, Breda, Falman and Fuery. There were large stacks on everyone's desks, the biggest pile on Mustangs, waiting for him to arrive. The other officers had already started and their piles were slowly abating.
Riza glared at the door every few seconds, fiddling with the safety on her gun with her left and writing with her right. The other men had become scared and could only feel sympathetic for Mustang and what fate he would meet when he comes through the door. He was already twenty minutes late for work and a late Colonel and a gun-totting subordinate do not go well together, as anyone can tell.
Finally, the door opened slowly and Hawkeye stood up from her seat. The other officers faced away from the door and scrunched up their faces waiting for the deafening gun shot that was to come. Only it didn't come.
"Colonel, where have you been?" Hawkeye enquired sternly. The other officers looked at her bemused. For her, this was being patient- simply talking to him rather than shooting, that is. Mustang walked through the door entirely and closed it behind him, sighing hard and staring at the ground despondently. Everyone was shocked as he walked past them, still his focus only on the floor beneath them all. But what shocked them further was that as he reached his desk he sat down and got straight into his paperwork! This even shocked Hawkeye slightly. They all stared at him as he worked until he looked up at them. They all quickly diverted their eyes and continued their paperwork, all except Hawkeye.
"Sir, are you feeling well?" She asked walking over to his desk.
Mustang only looked at her with a dubious semi-smile. Of course he wasn't okay! He'd found a grey hair! His life was over- or at least it would be soon. It was only until he'd found that hair that he realised that he wasn't going to live forever, he would eventually loose his youthful looks (the one's he thought he had up until that moment, that is). He didn't know what he'd thought. He thought that he would look as handsome as he did forever- though, now that he thinks about it, Falman is older than him and all of his hair is grey- It was only so long until Mustang looked like that. He wasn't ready for that! Though he wasn't going to share all these feelings with Hawkeye or anyone that easily either.
"Sir…" Hawkeye called again. Apparently he'd spaced out as she was talking to him. Bad hearing- Isn't that something that happens when you get older? More proof. He sighed and shook his head at her. "I'm fine." He lied. He didn't want to drag Hawkeye down with his problems and to prove this point he got on with his work.
She was reluctant to let him wallow in his misery alone and went to talk to him again, but as she was about to speak there were two knocks at the door and it suddenly flew open.
Yeah, I know it's a suckish place to stop the chapter and it's obvious who is going to barge through the door. Please Review!!!