A/N: SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG.
She was running through the forest, faster and faster. She couldn't breath but if she stopped running she would die. She had to save them, there was no one else. She wouldn't let them die, damn it! Not when she could save them.
He had broken her gun, and her shoulder was still hurting. The wound had reopened. Thats not good, not at all, but there was nothing she could do about it now. She just needed to reach her men.
A tree branch that she didn't see was in her way. Crashing into the ground, she heard it catching up to her. She tried to get up, but her ankle had twisted. "Shit!" she thought to herself. She decided to ignore the pain in her ankle.
Getting up, she continued to run until she made it. She made it to the end. To the cliff. Only one of them were there... Where were the others? She just stared, spacing out. That's when she felt someone come up behind her, one hand grabbing her face while the other brought a knife to her throat, slicing over it. Her warm blood rushing down her shoulder to her chest. A feeling she knew all too well.
She sat up on her cot faster than she should have. She was sweating. It was only a dream. "You okay?" She heard a voice. It was a friendly voice. She looked over.
"Yes, Havoc, I'm fine." He was still here with Rebecca. Who was in charge now that she had been asleep? Oh yeah, the general, no wonder Jean didn't have any work to do. Lazy ass.
"You sure? You were freaking out in your sleep and you're sweating pretty bad." He looked concerned.
She smiled at him. "Yes, but thank you."
General Mustang was walking around the camp, giving orders he wished he didn't have to give.
Orders to kill.
He knew what it was like to be a killer and felt bad for making these young men go through the same. It wasn't the same reason, no, but that doesn't mean it's still not something you should want. No, he hated killing people.
But even if he didn't want to admit it, Kimblee was right, once you sign up for this, you're expected to listen to any order. No matter what.
If there was something he could take back it would have to be going back to Riza's house in his uniform. If she had not known he was in the military, then she wouldn't be in it. He probably would have been killed, but at least she would be fine.
He thought about it and realized he really did love her. He loved her so much that it hurt to keep it in. He just wanted to tell everyone, but it was against the law.
Why did they have to be star-crossed lovers? Why couldn't their lives be normal?
A/N: Again, sorry for taking so long! It was pretty bad, I know, but I hope to write something better soon!
