A/N: After two years... Yes I apologize for the long wait, but I am actually continuing on with this. So here's the next chapter.

I must explain that I went through some insane crap over that two years. Some of it good most of it just weird. But I am back to writing and posting, and yes I intend to finish the fics I have started.

Riza Hawkeye watched as her stomach grew tight and her heart beat erratically. This wasn't fair she thought. Roy had only done everything to help protect the people of Amestris. She unknowingly pressed her hands against the thick glass holding her back from running to his side.

She felt Bradley's eye on her. He was probably enjoying her discomfort. A satisfied breath from him made her want to pull her gun on him, but she knew it would do her no good. The Homunculus would be out of her bullet's range before she even took aim. She was really beginning to hate how unfair homunculi were in a fight. It seemed that only someone who was capable of weilding alchemy had any chance of successfully killing the damnable creatures.

Riza's eyes tried to reach the Colonel's one last time but he had closed them. Presumably he was focused on his thoughts, concentrating on whatever would help him from losing his sanity during this horrifying process. She also recognized this as an attempt to remain silent no matter how painful the process became.

Light blazed in the other room. At first it seemed to just glow annoyingly, and then it arced with familiar energy. Sparks ignited around the circle and shot towards the man she was unable to save.

She saw his body shudder as the energy struck him and passed through him. His brow furrowed slightly and he seemed to sweat more profusely. He was in pain and all she wanted to do was make it stop.

Guessing by the appearance of the alchemy room beyond, the glass would be almost impossible to break even if she shot it. There was no hope of stopping this madness now that it had begun. All she could do was watch.

Part of her, that part of her that was irrevocably emotionally attached to Roy Mustang, wanted to turn away and not see the torture he was undergoing. And the logical battle hardened soldier forced her to watch. Failing to keep him safe hadn't been her fault she remembered. Bradley had taken her hostage and Roy had been left without his protector.

More energy arced into him seeming to increase in strength and intensity. The same thing was happening to the salamander which was lying on its stomach too blinded and shocked to move.

Roy's lips pulled back as he gritted his teeth. He was twitching now as though the energy were hyping him up. He remained silent though. Not a word or scream was uttered from his mouth.

Riza glared at Gold tooth's back. He would surely pay for this when their time to fight back finally came. She would put a bullet in this alchemist's head if she got the chance. He didn't deserve to live because there was no telling how many lives he had ruined. And yet she knew that she was being a hypocrite. To end his life for the lives he had destroyed would mean that she and Roy also deserved to die for what they had done in Ishval.

Bradley chuckled beside her watching intently. The glow had begun to get so bright that all she could see was Roy's head as it twitched every now and again.

She gave her enemy a sideglance that he missed due to his eyepatch. She couldn't see his good eye, but she could see the slight smile to his lips. He was enjoying it by the way he stood relaxed and calm. He was still angry with Mustang but he was also entertained by the pain the man was enduring.

The light dimmed briefly as a muffled scream emenated from the Colonel. His strained voice was full of anguish. He'd lost his focus on not allowing the pain to get the better of him. His tortured voice resonated with her heart and she felt like calling out to him. She wanted to shout his name so he knew she was there for him. But she knew there was no way he could hear her from inside that ring of hell.

Bradley nodded in approval of this show of weakness. She hated him for using this to entertain himself. The bastard had chosen this punishment for two reasons; to debase her idiot Colonel and to enjoy the sick show Gold tooth was conducting. The whole event was just for the Fuhrer's pleasure. She felt her loathing for him increase tenfold with every passing second. The more of Wrath she saw the less she could tolerate him.

When Roy's body slumped forward and the glow around it let up Riza instinctively pressed closer to the window. Her eyes searched for a sign that her oldest friend was still breathing, but he remained motionless. The panic began to rise as a lump in her throat while she tried to keep her cool.

This couldn't be happening being turned into a chimera was bad enough, but if he died here and now then what was going to happen? Could they defeat the enemy without the Flame Alchemist? She doubted it and not because she was biased about him. Edward and Alphonse were formidable but they were still children. Somehow she didn't believe they could face five homunculi and then that powerful father alone.

Olivier who would soon be arriving in Central was bound to have a strong army but they could hardly take on the monsters and the soldiers that High Command would deploy on the Promised Day. Riza had heard of others involved but without knowing their skills she could make no assessment of them.

While they might all do just fine on their own Mustang was a valuable member to this resistence. He had been plotting and orchestrating so much of their plans it would be devestating to lose him. Also he had a terrifying amount of power at his fingertips. His alchemy was most useful in a battle regarding those nigh immortal homunculi. As far as she knew he was only one to defeat a homunculus by himself. Sure the Elrics had captured one with the foreigner kid, but Roy had slain Lust.

"He isn't dead." Bradley assured in an amused voice. He was watching her for a moment a curious gleam in his right eye. Apparently he enjoyed watching her squirm as her former C.O. was in danger. She glared back at him and he continued to watch the transmutation.

His presence beside her was making her sick and she could feel the bloodlust rolling from him. Her stomach twisted as the fusion began. She watched as the salamander glowed until it seemed to disintegrate into light. Shimmering particles shot for the man she had promised to follow into hell.

They entered his body in a steady flow that was absorbed into his chest. It wasn't long before the last particle made contact with Mustang's clavical and vanished within him. All of a sudden his body began to glow. Each and every inch of his figure glowed brillaintly. Even his hair began to shine with luminescence.

She found herself admiring the angelic quality this gave him. But the cold reality of his humanity being tampered with returned and she scolded herself. This was no time to get caught up in aesthetics of alchemy. While it was truly a beautiful sight it was also a disgusting display of what alchemy was capable of.

She was almost ready to scream at the Fuhrer for this indignation. How she wanted to beat the ever living pulp out of him. It would surely feel good. Instead she took a deep breath to steady her nerves.

Mustang's body glowed blinding white for a moment and she had to close her eyes. The sound of energy suddenly died out. The light faded almost instantly and she opened her eyes.

The circle was dead and the alchemist was standing up from it and walking towards the Colonel. Riza's eyes wavered over the image. She had a hard time focusing on one particular part of the man she was watching to get a good image of what they had done.

Bradley caught her attention suddenly. "Hawkeye," She barely turned her head towards him. "Eyes on me please." It was not a suggestion, he demanded she look at him.

Riza begrudgingly tore her gaze from Roy to Wrath her eyes cold and spiteful. "Yes Sir?" She responded hollowly.

"You do understand why I brought you?" He asked coyly.

"Perfectly." Riza gritted her teeth in anger. If she had thought the Colonel was infuriating at times than Wrath was infuriating by just existing. He had such contempt for her commander it made her sick. Sure Roy Mustang was a choice piece of work, but he was her piece of work.

No matter what she had promised to follow him so he could fix this nation. Despite his misgivings and his ego she believed in his altruistic vision for the future. Maybe they were both pig-headed fools without a clue how the real world worked, even so she would never trade their dream for anything.

"You hate me don't you?" The Fuhrer asked insinuating that she should watch herself.

"What gives you that idea?" She asked feining innocence.

"I don't need to use my left eye to notice your posture and tension Lieutenant." He remarked coldly. This was a warning to watch her emotions.

"You wanted me to see this because you thought it would hurt me didn't you." She observed. He remained stoic before returning his gaze to Mustang.

Riza did the same not even attempting to hide her shocked gasp.