Roy gulped and placed his hand at his hip to create the illusion he did have protection(he had to pretend he wasn't an idiot) before stepping out from behind the tree. There he saw two boys, one he knew and one he didn't. The first thing that caught his eye was a small flash of red in the iris of the older one's eyes before they returned to gold. The second was a hint of blood at the edge of the same one's lips. "Well.. this is awkward."

"Never thought I'd meet you again," Ed said softly. In his voice, there was a hint of what sounded like... pity? Disappointment? He then looked frustrated. "Dammit. I tried to avoid this... I really did."

"Again?" The boy beside him looked confused. "Brother, how do you know him? I thought you said-"

Edward frowned in the general area of his younger brother and snapped at him, "I know what I said, Al." Then his eyes slid back over to their current issue. Roy. "Look, I don't want to have to hurt you." He was honest about it, but the sentence sounded rather deal like.

I don't want you to hurt me, either, Roy thought. "Does that mean you're going to let me go?" It was the obvious question to ask a mass murderer.

That had an equally obvious answer, "No."

"Why not?" Roy asked. His shooting arm was beginning to ache, being held up with nothing to lean on. He silently wished he had brought his gun. This wasn't looking like it was going to go well for him.

"You're a cop, aren't you?" The blonde answered with a question.. His eyes narrowed in a show of distaste. "Nobody else would just have a gun at the ready... unless you're just crazy or something. But I doubt that, since I've met you already and you didn't seem crazy." As he rambled his hands moved to his words in some big show offy way. He realized what he was doing and sighed. "Anyway, my point is, I'm not going to let a cop go who knows what my face looks like."

"I saw your face last time," Roy said smugly.

"I didn't know you were an officer last time," the other sharply retorted. Beside the blonde, there was a confused brunette with wide, concerned eyes. The poor kid had been lied to apparently. What was his name, Al? Well, Al'd seem a hell of lot more innocent if he hadn't just been an accomplice in an extra bloody murder.

The innocence all but left his face in a split second and was replaced with pure frustration. "Brother, you need to explain what's going on. At least to me. You said you didn't know him before."

The blonde seemed a little shocked by his brother, but explained anyway. "We met at the bar the other day. We talked. That's it. Nothing big."

Then why are you so scared to kill him? was the question that formed in the younger boy's eyes, but was immediately replaced with regret and a taste of disgust, probably in himself. He went quiet after that and let his older brother go back to talking to the man.

"Anyway, now that I know about your job," Ed sighed again. "Sadly, I can't let you go."

Roy's gun hand tightened a bit, as if there was actually a gun he could grip. "Then what are you gonna do to me, Pipsqueak?" They were on good terms before, but now that the continuation of his life seemed less and less likely, he decided to up his sass a bit.

An eyebrow twitch and a heated glare was the result of his antics. "Who do you think you're callin' small, Musty!?" were the words that spewed from his furious lips. He caught himself a moment later and seemed to mumble a curse under his breath. Was he trying to act cool or something? "I mean, I-I'm gonna have to take care of you." The stutter lessened the intensity of the threat.

"I wouldn't try that if I were you," Roy warned. He had to admit that he was really keeping his cool on the outside. The inside was full of rushed thoughts and leaps of adrenaline. His heart thudded loudly and sent loud tha-dumps into his eardrums. He could also feel his palms begin to sweat, along with his forehead. He was freaking out.

Ed crossed his arms in the most sassy way a little guy like him could and he shook his head disapprovingly. "Or what? Are ya gonna shoot me with your invisible gun?"

He knew? ...No, there was no way. He was bluffing. Had to be. "I don't know what you're talking about."

The blonde sniffed the air. "I don't smell gunpowder on you. Guns need gunpowder."

Dammit. This made Roy sigh and drop his hands. Death was staring him straight in the face now. "So what now? Does this mean you're gonna kill me?"

Something that resembled pain flashed across the shining pair of golden. Then they flashed back to their more common glare. "Yeah, pretty much."

And that was that.

The world went in slow motion for a split second. Edward immediately came barreling at him and Roy had to hold out his arms in defence. Before he covered his face he could see as Ed's face filled with pure, animalistic rage. His eyes flooded with a deep crimson color and his teeth grew into sharp, flesh ripping fangs. Roy would forever deny how scared he was in that single moment.

The force hit him so hard, he was knocked to the ground. His back hit the solid earth first and the air left his lungs with a loud "oof". There was a body above him, straddling his hips. It was lighter than him, but stronger, since it held his arms down with ease. His heart's pace shot up like a rocket and he struggled against the hold.

Now, better than before, he was able to get a good look at the boy's face, but in the heat of the moment, he really didn't care, much. The face above him had shifted once again, though, and was now filled with sullen regret. Edward did not want to do this.

Roy noticed the hesitation, but didn't stop fighting. "Let. Me. Go. You little runt," he growled out, trying to get away still.

There was no short tempered response this time. Only a quiet apology. Then there was a soft pair of lips on his cheek. There were gone as soon as they came, only a butterfly of a kiss, but it happened all the same. Then he heard a loud snarl and prepared his neck for some sort of attack.

It didn't happen.

In another split second, something came tramping from the woods. Edward's weight disappeared as he, himself, was tackled by a new threat. From the growling and the bite sounds, Roy could only assume that some stray dog had come to his rescue. He was too shocked to really process much other than that, though.

"Brother!" the loud shriek brought Roy closer to his senses. He looked over and saw a horrified, younger vampire standing off to the side while the older was being nipped at by a pissed off... what was that? A husky? A wolf?

Ed was not just taking it lying down, either. He was biting and clawing right back. "What the hell do you think you're doing, you stupid mutt!?" he shouted at it. The retort it gave was to sink it's teeth into the flesh of the guy's arm. Even Roy had to wince at that. "Ow! Get off me!"

That's when Roy realized he had been wasting time. He could be escaping right now and there he was, watching a wolf kill his attacker. His attacker who was the kid who he met at the bar the other day. The one that seemed to be more human than most serial killers.

Godammit.

He alway knew this moment would come. The moment where he had to choose between helping a killer or letting him suffer. In most cases, he decided he'd let the guy go out in the worst way possible, but as he stared at the event unfolding before him, he felt that choice had the bad kind of karma behind it. It was just a kid after all. And the little brother was watching, too.

So he helped in the only way he could. In a flash, he was on his feet and moving. He grabbed the wolf from behind and pulled it back until it let go of the vampires arm and started snapping at Roy instead. Mustang of course, was careful to keep it in a headlock. That way it couldn't turn and bite him easily. The force of it all, shoved him back onto the ground.

Ahead of the struggling duo, was shocked vampire. Not only had he been interrupted during his attack by a werewolf, but his prey was actually wrestling the wolf now. There was no words he could use to describe how grateful he was that he hadn't killed Roy a second faster.

Al was shocked, horrified, and terrified. He was frozen to where he stood, almost like a statue had he not been shaking. So much had happened in the past few minutes and he could barely process it. Through the the haze, the first thing to come to mind immediately rolled off of his tongue as he ran toward his fallen sibling, "Brother, are you okay!?"

Ed didn't reply. He was simply staring at the battle in front of him. It was pretty one sided and the winner was already decided but the wolf continued to struggle and whine consistently at it's captor. It's whines were intertwined with deep growls, so Roy didn't let it go.

Suddenly the wolf seemed to shrink in his hands. It's fur disappeared and it's limbs straightened out. It's paws became feet and hands and the top of it's head sprouted blonde locks of hair. Not golden blonde, like Edwards, but beach blonde. Her fur did disappear, but she was not naked. She had on normal clothes for a teenage girl. A jean jacket and a skirt. As soon as she was finished shifting, she seemingly passed out and her head fell limp against Roy's shoulder.

"What... was.. that?" Roy breathed.

The two boys ignored his question and just stared at the girl, who stayed limp in his arms. They looked generally shocked, but they were vampires so it couldn't have been the werewolf thing. That could only leave-

"Is that Winry?" Al asked softly.

-they were shocked because they knew the person.

Ed pushed himself of the ground with a grunt and gripped at his bleeding forearm. His eyes scanned her over and he shook his head. "No, no way. She is- well she was human. She didn't want to be anything but that."

"So you know her?" Roy asked as he shifted to look at her was young. Probably the same age as Ed. She was petite, pretty girl with a baby face. He couldn't believe she was the one who just went on a ravenous attack. Especially since she was a wolf before.

Ed nodded stiffly. "She was a friend."

"Didn't part on best terms, huh?" Roy commented smugly. He hadn't put the memory of Ed trying to kill him in the back of his mind just yet. He was still pissed, but decided to not show it.

He received a glare. Then the same eyes glanced down, and then away. "You could say that." It was a bad memory, Roy could tell.

The man began to stand up. He shifted the girl.. Winry?.. in his arms so he was carrying her bridal style. She was motionless, like a ragdoll, but definitely breathing. He could tell by the rise and fall of her chest. "What am I supposed to do with her?"

"Nothing," you're supposed to be dead. Edward frowned up at the girl now, but couldn't keep his eyes on her. "You give her to me, and then-... then you leave, you got that?"

Roy complied to the first order. He couldn't help but notice how easily he held her with ease, despite his size. Then he was more defiant. "If I leave now, I wont stop tracking you," he admitted. He wasn't going to lie.

"I know that," Ed just shrugged it off as if that didn't matter. He then promptly turned away from the man and began to walk away. Roy was about to leave, too, but was stopped when Edward looked back one last time. "How about you just pretend this didn't happen." Don't hate me for what I've done.

"I can't," the older man barely got out before the teen and his kid brother disappeared into the trees, the girl with them. The only thing left, and what was entirely ignored until now, was the dead man's body.

The man had no complaints on the lack of attention, obviously, but was looking very pale and very dead. Mustang tried to erase the thoughts of "If I had been a bit faster he might've-"

He glanced at the dead guy, a shock of guilt ran through him, and he sighed. He was gonna have to call this in immediately... but what was he going to say? He pulled out his phone and considered dialing 911... no, he'd seem suspiciously calm to the dispatcher... Instead, he clicked over to his contacts and went down until Hughes's name was highlighted.

It rung a couple of times before a groggy, but familiar voice said, "Roy?"

Roy took a deep breath, ran his hand through his hair, and said, "Maes, something happened."


A/N: This took way longer than intended, sorry. And it's not even too well thought out for a chapter. The last one was you for all the lovely reviews though, I couldn't stop smiling every time I got one.