I still don't own FMA or BBI.
A/N: Finally some alchemy! And thus begins the epic Cliché Royai story that everyone wants to write.
Also, since this has some BBI elements, Roy didn't kill Fuhrer!Pride, so has both eyes.
Warning: Blood. But there aren't many chapters without it, hmm?
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It was a pleasant, calm night at Headquarters. The rain from the previous night had all but stopped, leaving only puddle to blanket the dimly-lit alleys of the warehouses. However, the silence there was broken by the whistling of one lucky guy. Oh yes, tonight, Havoc had a date.
Flowers in hand, he briskly passed the warehouses, one by one- 11, 12, A, B- the order was simple.
It was when he passed the last, it's label unrecognizable, that he glanced back. The famous Unmarked Ware, hmm? Rumor had it the half-dead, military outcasts lived in there.
…Yeah, right.
He set off again on his brisk pace, until someone-covered in blood?-bolted away from the warehouse.
Then, there was a moan, or a scream, or something, from within the warehouse.
Havoc dropped his flowers, pondering the possibilities. However, he didn't get a chance to finish this before the sounds, and light, of alchemy
It then hit him; Hadn't the Colonel and Lieutenant Hawkeye been sent to this warehouse?
…And they hadn't returned yet, right?
He rushed to the warehouse, looking for a way in. A trail of what seemed to be blood led to the side of the warehouse, where a scrape of blue cloth hung on one side of the large gash.
He wasted no time to enter the rundown warehouse. And, there, in a pool of blood, was what could only be the Colonel.
His hair was stained with blood, as was his uniform. His right leg was missing, along with his right hand. He hung his head, and from the drip of blood from his face, he was probably missing an eye.
"Colonel, is that you?" Havoc called, causing the once great alchemist to raise his head.
"Thank god it's you," he muttered, before collapsing.
Havoc didn't waste any time to get him to a hospital.
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Pride had been expecting this reaction. That's why he'd left the warehouse to get some red stones from Wrath, who usually had a supply for things like this.
He returned after Havoc had dragged Roy away, leaving only Roy's failed alchemy product in the warehouse.
Pride had entered briskly, having gotten instructions from Wrath.
"Feed it some of these stones," he'd said, dropping stones in Pride's hands, "Just enough so it can walk. Then take it back to the base."
Simple. He clutched the red stones tighter as he approached the twisted thing that was a Homunculus. This was how he had started, too, hmm?
Disgusting.
The thing seemed to look up, giving some sort of groan-scream at the other Homunculus.
"Quiet," Pride snapped, holding his hand out to offer the red stones, "Just eat these."
The creature obeyed happily, gorging the stones. It began to take the rough form of a human, or Homunculus, rather.
He threw it(her) a coat, similar to the one he was wearing, to avoid attention.
"Now," he said, emotionless, "Follow me."
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"There's not much we can do," the doctor said, being the first words Roy heard.
"He'll need Automail. That's all we can say."
Reality fell back on the groggy, half-awake Colonel, and he opened his eyes to see someone (the doctor?) in white leave. He gave a groan, wincing as unwanted light spilled into his eyes.
"Oh? You're awake?" The voice was defiantly Fuery's. A roomful of figures slowly came into Roy's view.
First, there was Fuery, who had noticed him first. Breda was beside him, while Falman and Armstrong seemed tobe discussing things. He was a bit surprised to find Havoc not present.
"Good," Falman said, walking over to Roy. He pulled up a chair, causing a squeak in which almost everyone cringed, before taking a seat.
"Colonel Mustang," Armstrong said, "What happened?"
There was silence for a minute while Mustang tried to think of the best way to explain what happened in the warehouse.
"…Where's Lieutenant Hawkeye?" It was Fuery who spoke.
The Colonel looked to the window, watching a bird in a tree just outside the window.
"She's dead."
A silence descended on the room. Then, Falman spoke.
"Sheska-you remember Sheska, right?-said she overheard some mysterious figure talking to the Fuhrer on the day Havoc found you." He paused, letting it sink in that Roy had been out a few days.
"Then, when that person left, she overheard the Fuhrer and his secretary talking about the mission being successful, and that they were both dead. It sounds like he was talking about you and Hawkeye."
"Yes," Roy croaked, "It must have."
More silence. Then, Breda spoke.
"Today, before I came, the Fuhrer said that if we saw you, to arrest you for treason." He paused. Armstrong spoke next.
"Roy, you're wanted by the military. You can't go back now."
The Colonel looked at Armstrong.
"No turning back?" He asked.
Then, he broke out laughing.
Everyone looked at one another, then to Roy.
"How ironic," he said between gulps of air, "My story is starting to sound like Fullmetal's."
He stopped laughing.
"…In fact, I should go see Fullmetal's mechanic. "He looked at his right arm, bandage around where his arm should be. Roy then looked up at them.
"Anyone know where I can find her?"
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Winry got a call form the last person she expect ever since Ed's disappearance.
"Major Armstrong? Is that you?" she said into the phone.
"Yes. We're in need of some of your automail. We'll be down in a day or so. See you then." He said, almost hurridly, without giving Winry a cane to reply.
"But-"
Armstrong had already hung up.
Winry began making preparations for the military guests.
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A/N: I was going to keep going on this chapter, but it's late, and I'm tired.
Anyhow, I've introduced more characters in this chapter than in the first three. Isn't that awesome?
Oh, yeah, I was a bit vague on the whole Human Transmutation part, but, eh, you'll get by, right? ;;
To Automailjunkie44- Yup, I killed Riza! But I killed Lust, too.
…Lust gets no love anymore.
…She is pretty hard to write, though.
Yes, I could have just replied to that via review. But you know, in a way, I'm tempting you to review so you'll be mentioned or something like that.
Oh No. I just gave my secret away. –El Gaspo-
The ever-sarcastic Luna Ligerstripe.