CHAPTER 3
(Roy's POV)
'3... 2... 1...' I think, as I reach one the floor around my desk turns orange and flames burst in front of the windows and the door. A small female figure opens the door walking through the flames knowing that I had forgotten my gloves in the cafeteria, and knowing I didn't have anything to make a transmutation circle with.
"We need to talk Mustang. Now." She says. Her hair the same color as the flames that licked it, yet didn't burn it. She walks up to me; her hair had been pinned up revealing an Ouroboros mark on the back of her neck.
"About what my dear?" I ask sarcastically, she leans against the wall opposite of me, the lava floor not affecting her in the least.
"You know damn what I want to talk about, but if you want me to say it out loud, the first thing is them." She growls angrily, her eyes now concealed in the shadows of the glowing magma behind her long bangs that came in strands to her chin.
"Ah yes, they were at the train station, am I correct? I saw the fat one sticking his tongue out showing me his infinity mark, the other was wearing a coat over hers, but you could still see her ruby eyes, and long raven hair." I describe them as if quoting the descriptions of some characters from a book.
"Gluttony is the fat one, and the girl that you are madly in love with is Lust." She replies sarcastically as a faint smile creeps across her face, it quickly disappears though.
"Is that all?" I ask knowing the answer.
"No." She says simply as a tear runs down her cheek.
"What then?" I ask still knowing the answer.
"Why didn't you tell me?" She asks more tears streaming.
"Tell you what?" I lie.
"You know what." She answers lifting her head up so that her storm grey eyes met mine, lightning crackling through them in her anger, and the flames reflecting making her very intimidating.
"I didn't know you knew him." I lie through my gritted teeth not wanting to talk about the subject.
"Liar, you know I used to live in Resembool!" She shouts angrily at me, tears falling in buckets from her eyes like a rainstorm; her eyes were the clouds, she had white streaks going across, and disappearing like lightning, the tears was the rain pouring down, her voice the booming thunder, and the fire surrounding us the flames ignited by lightning striking a house, killing the family that lived there.
"Fine, I didn't tell you since I knew you would blame yourself!" I yell back angrily.
"It happened 1 week after I left! 1 week, had I known they would try, I could have stopped them?" She said, the thunder getting louder every minute.
"Stopped them with what?! The knowledge of the consequences that came with human transmutation that you yourself had yet to learn!"
She cries harder signaling the flood of lava, and the hurricane on its way, tornados already clearing the way.
"That mark on your neck was your own consequence, their bodies are theirs! Equivalent exchange!" I continue to shout releasing my own storm. "You and your brother lost worse than Ed and Al, you lost your humanity, and your souls, along with your memories are fading fast! Find an anchor, and drop it before you drift too far away!"
"I already have." She says quietly lowering her head.
"No you haven't!" I shout trying to snap some sense into her, "You aren't lost yet!"
"I have already dropped my anchor, and 12 people hold it! You, Riza, Maes, Ed, Al, Falman, Havoc, Breda, Fury, Armstrong, Winry, and Jonathan!" She shouts.
"Then let them pull you back to shore!" I persist as the hurricane hits.
"No!" She shouts at the top of her lunges. "I can do it myself! I can't lean on people for the rest of my life!"
"Then don't!" I shout back continuing to fight her, and keep her sane.
"I may not be lost, but my sanity is!" She mutters falling to her knees.
"That doesn't mean your soul is." I wait until the lava disappears, and the flames die to walk over to her, and calm her down. "Just because you are exiled from your own people doesn't make you a demon."
"But this damn mark does." She replies looking down on the ground at her hands, they were shaking violently along with the rest of her body.
"Another thing, just because you can't lean on your friends, and family, doesn't mean you can't ask for help." I add.
She zones out for a moment staring at the wall, when she blinks she cries, "He's alive." She cries under her breath.
"Who?" I ask confused.
"No one you know." She replies to me before falling asleep on my lap.
"Goodnight Pyro, the one who lost her sanity." I muse.
MY FAVORITE PART OF THIS CHAPTER IS HOW ROY COMPARES PYRO'S EMOTIONS TO THAT OF A DISASTOROUS HURRICANE, AND HOW SWEET HE IS TO HER, HOPEFULLY SOON I WILL BE ABLE TO TELL THE STORY OF HOW THEY FIRST MET WHICH ACTUALLY HAPPENED BEFORE SHE MET ED OR AL. I ALSO LIKE HOW I SHOWED THAT SHE WAS A HOMUNCULUS, AND SINCE I SHOWED THAT TO YOU, I CAN'T TELL YOU HOW IT HAPPENED UNTIL LATER SO KEEP READING, AND PLEASE REVIEW!
