Chapter 3
Lust for your Alchemy
Her apartment was locked and there were no signs indicating that she had been there at all. They must have taken her, and they walked right into it. There's no way she would stood a chance alone against them much less when she was sick. They probably didn't come in this direction. He made his way briskly down the hall and towards the residences of some of his subordinates that lived on base. It was a rude awakening to his trusted friends but he didn't care in the least. If Riza was missing, he wouldn't be able to find her on his own and he hated that. Soon, but not soon enough for his liking he had woken up Fuery, Breda, Falman and Ross. With Havoc being plastered he was useless.
"What do you mean someone who looked like Havoc took Hawkeye?" Falman asked hopping out the door with only one boot on and struggling with the other. The colonel sure wasn't going to slow down long enough for him dress.
"Homunculus. I'm sure of it." Roy seemed determined as he marched out of the building with the small group loyally following him. When they were outside he stopped suddenly and whipped around. "For now don't raise too much suspicion. We can't risk endangering her, we still don't know what they want. Fuery, go to Riza's place and grab the mutt. He could be of help finding her. Speak of this to no one; we still don't know who's all involved. The rest of you split up, check the city, HQ. Everywhere and be damned careful."
The men looked a little unsure but they trusted Mustang completely and Hawkeye was as much cared for by everyone else as by Mustang. They gave a nod and scattered into the night. Roy himself headed back to his office to make a few phone calls and had hoped that perhaps there might be a clue there. A note, a phone call from them? Was he hoping for too much? Any sort of a lead would be helpful. He couldn't let her face the same fate as Hughes did. She wouldn't die. He had to do something, but running around outside with no direction at all was pointless.
"You really think I'm going to willing become one of you? You're insane" Riza spat angrily. She was being carried now by Envy. The previous events left her wounded and too weak to walk. She hated being weak. She had to find a way to either escape or end it all. She didn't even have her extra clip of bullets with her. They were in her desk back at the office. Her hand was clamped as tightly over her wound as she could manage and it brought terrible pains with each breathe. She knew she'd lost a lot of blood already, her uniform was soaked in it.
"You'll soon find out you won't have a choice my dear. You don't need to be willing, it would just make it easier if you were." The Furher explained casually as he walked ahead of the small group whistling a merry tune. They were currently in some sort of a waterway or sewer; it's all she could determine. Envy was carrying her gently in his arms after noticing the stomach wound was causing her to loose quite a bit of blood. She just had to last until they got to Father and implanted with Lust.
Riza's cold look of hatred bore into the back of the Furher, how he could be with the Homunculus or working for them felt like utter betrayal. How did they not realize it? "Why choose me? You obviously have some other reason for doing this than to just bring that witch back."
"Ah, you're pretty astute after all. I knew you were. You see, Homunculus have a way of holding onto many of their feelings and personalities even when they die. So when we implant them into someone else, some of their emotions and feelings from previous reincarnations will implant as well..." He paused for effect and grinned over his shoulder at her, his eye twinkling. "Mustang killed Lust... so natural you're going to kill Mustang."