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Brave New World: Chapter 14
She lay in the bed, it made up on his side. Turning to face where he should be she ran her hand over the blanket. Where was he? Her clock ticked, reminding her of each second that passed that he wasn't with her. Finally, realizing that sleep would never come, she flipped the blanket off, and began to walk to the living room. She could at least do some paperwork, instead of dwelling on something she couldn't change. Walking through her hall she passed the calendar, her eyes widening. She felt like vomiting. She ran her hand through her hair in disgust, and sharply took in air. How could she forget? Today of all days. Breaking into a jog, she stopped when she noticed a dark form on the couch. When had he come in?
"Roy." She spoke calmly, hoping that he wasn't exceedingly drunk. His shoulders rose from their slumped position.
"You didn't call." He spoke solemnly. "Edward came in the office yelling at me, screaming that I was a terrible person for not coming to see you in the hospital."
"I-"
"I didn't even know." He stood. "I was so afraid. I couldn't lose you, not today, not ever." His hand runs through his hair as he turns to face her. Her eyes are red and puffy, but her back is rigid. "I can't get back the time…I'm sorry, Riza." He makes his way to her, and wraps her in his arms. "Please…just tell me you're alright."
"Havoc is sending a team to find the suspect named Antiochu-"
"I didn't ask about them." He says, pulling her closer to him.
She begins to explain the hospital. The young girl taken from the world. Soon her words began to become more strained. His eyes widen begin to glaze over, his blood pumping fast. It was happening again. He kept losing time, and he could feel power coming over him. His brain was clouded, millions of thoughts speeding through his mind.
She doesn't want blood on her hands…but just imagine…her blood on your hands. Her screams, the sound as she takes her last dying breath.
He snapped from his treacherous thoughts, his hand becoming tightly clenched on her shoulder. Why wouldn't that stone decay with fire? He had tried separating himself from it, even trying to stick it in his desk drawer, but it always found its way back in his pocket, or tied around his neck. What had she just said? She couldn't have said what she just had. "Riza." He says, his hand resting on her face.
"Roy…we promised we would never…I" She raises her head from his chest, and looks into his obsidian eyes. "I can't be a mother. Not with all this blood on my hands." She says, her voice frail, and yet so sure of the words tumbling out of her mouth. His body becomes rigid.
"Are-"
"I'm sorry, Roy. I'm so sorry." Tears begin to drip off her lashes
"Why are you sorry?" He says, his eyes peering into hers. He loves her. They had promised to never bring another into this world, not after all they had done.
"I'm happy, Roy." Her voice is breaking as she speaks "This isn't supposed to happen. I can't…with everything I've done. I've ruined everything." How could he have been so selfish to make that promise with her all those years ago? To deny her of being a mother. She would be such a good mother, he knew it. She couldn't keep dwelling on the past...he couldn't either. He smiles, the first genuine smile that has graced his lips in months. Tears begin forming in his eyes, as he grabs her tightly and pulls her to him. His head drops to rest in the croon of her neck.
"Maes used to tell me how he felt when he found out he was going to be a father." He feels her arms tighten around his back, her fingers grabbing his shirt, clenching it. "I think we deserve some happiness, Riza." He whispers.
The aggressive knocking wakes them from their sleep, her eyes snapping open. Quickly, she pulls on her robe and moves to the door as he groggily rubs his eyes.
"Sir, we need to get into the office immediately." His nose wrinkles at the use of 'sir' but he moves from the bed as she immediately pulls her uniform from the closet and begins dressing. "The team, they found something."
"Soldiers…our soldiers, lying in the middle of the dunes?" He asked, dropping the file to the table in disbelief.
"Along with this, Sir." Havoc says in disgust, passing Mustang a letter, intricately written in parchment.
The Power, you can feel it can't you? The power of that jewel, between your fingers, must be invigorating. Why would you squander the power of the stone, wasting it?I have power, the power to kill your men, the power to kill you, but I need more. The sound of cries, of mercy when a person begins to take their last breath, that makes me feel alive. Soon, I will act, and Ishval shall be rid of these savages. These men and women, if they even deserve to be called that, will have your blood on their hands as they die. This world will soon be a marvelous place, one where the Flame and the Hawk no longer exist, where all of the Dogs will be put to sleep.
His hands shook as he read the letter, his face beginning to change to a fuchsia color. "Did you find their base?" He barks, more aggressive then he had intended.
"No, it was abandoned." Edward says, resting his palm on his forehead, leaning back in his chair.
"The soldier who killed the girl tells us he was under orders to do so." Breda says. Riza's eyes widen. They're planning a coup d'état . The thought spins through her head, of him, face down dead. They can't tell who is a friend or enemy anymore. The military has become corrupt once again. She can't lose him.
"Sir, you have to leave Ishval." She says sternly.
"And abandon all of these people? No, I won't bring them to their slaughter." He shouts.
"Staying here won't help them!" Edward rises, locking his golden eyes with obsidian.
"At least until we take down this man. Some of our men are working to kill you; we need to keep you safe." She says, her voice softening.
"We?" He asks, looking at her. She nods. He shakes his head furiously. "If I leave, you will leave with me, Captain. I will not go into hiding without you. You will stay off of the field, Captain, and yes, that is an order." She makes a move to protest, but realizes there is nothing she can say. She sighs.
"Winry is expecting your arrival, tomorrow, Sir." Alphonse says softly. How could he leave? It was cowardly. The raven-haired man sighed. If keeping him safe, meant keeping her safe, he would move in his cowardice. He had to protect her. Without her, this world was pointless.