I Just want to thank everybody for FINALLY Reviewing. I'm making a new minimume for how many reviews I require before I'll post a new chapter. It was three... I've doubled it, for those of you who can't count that's six (6) I still what to hear from Mrs. E and Kya-chan, but I've been told they're busy with homework and such, so that's Ok. I'm expecting to hear from them this Thanksgiving weekend. DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO MAKE THIS EDITOR THING WORK AND KEEP THE BOLD TYPE!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!! (ruroni is angry at the editor thing, not at her editor. WE LOVE YOU MAK-KUN!!!: my siblings) Speaking of Editors... Where is mine? OHHH MAK-kuuuunnnnnnnn... Get your gear, I feel like Sparring...

(Have pity on the editor... I won't)

Now I know a lot of you have told me how happy you are that Dalka's finally doing better... Well that's not going to stay that way for long... (Sorry Guys)

Read, REVIEW (or no new chapter), and Enjoy.

I woke screaming. My dreams, if not always peaceful, had turned futile. I'd watched, unable to do anything, as Lieutenant Colonel Hughes learned something… Something dangerous. He ran checking his information… I'd watched as he was attacked by a woman with nails like knives. He buried a his own knife into her forehead. He entered and exited the communication's room, bleeding. finally the part of the dream that had driven me screaming and crying from it. Hughes reached a telephone. He was trying to contact Mustang. Someone held a gun to his head. He asked who she was, saying she couldn't be Maria Ross. I'd seen this person before. I felt a similarity I couldn't place. This person transmuted a mole under her left eye, smiling evilly. The man from the other side of the street…Hughes turned, ready with another knife. The person turned into Gracia. Hughes paused, he could never hurt his wife, even someone that just looked like her. The last things I remember before I woke were the look on Hughes's face, Gracia's gentle smile, and the sound of that gun going off.

I screamed, repeatedly, Lam told me later I was screaming his name as tears ran down my face. Lam pulled me to her, trying to comfort me. She ordered Ami to get Genz. I was unaware of how much time passed. I kept screaming, begging Lam's shoulder. Hughes couldn't die, he just couldn't. What about Gracia, the real Gracia? What about pure, innocent Elysia? I clawed at the arms that held me, and sobbed into them as well. Other's gathered at the tent entrance. Those men watched me, the ever strong angel falling apart, screaming curses to the sky. I was oblivious to them. Then Genz was there. Lam released me, leaving Genz to do his job, and she went to shoo the other men away with Ami. Genz forced me to stand. He shook me. I screamed louder, sobbed harder, trying to get away. His flesh hand released me, and came across my face.

I stood there, barely on my feet, the screams had stopped, but the tears had not. I felt numb. It was as though I had woken up, finally. My eyes slowly drifted back to Genz's chest then up to his face. It was calm, but his eyes betrayed his worry. I looked around me. Lam stood at the entrance, she and Ami blocking the way of any other soldiers. All they're eyes lay on me.

I was aware of the metal hand that held me up, the cold steel against my bare arm. I felt the twenty or more eyes that followed my every movement. Genz raised his hand ready to snap me out of my hysteria, again, if needed. I leaned into the hand, it weakened it's hold, and I sank to the floor. Genz did nothing to stop me. I wrapped my arms around myself, and bit my lip, wanting privacy for my grief. I lowered my head, my shoulders began to shake, and my hair hid my face from the crowd at the tent flap. I heard Lam and Ami as they continued to shoo everyone away. I closed my eyes against the tears that were springing up anew, and was cursed with a flash of the look on Hughes's face before he died.

A sob escaped my lips, and Genz's flesh arm wrapped around my shoulders drawing me into his large chest. He wore a soft shirt, worn out from too much use. I clung to it burying my face in the soft material. I cried until I could cry no more, and then that world of soft, faded, black cotton, drifted off into a safe, warm, dark place. The only thing that kept me from falling into the dark place were nightmares never end, was that one strong arm that kept me pressed next to a soft beating noise.

Roy Mustang glared at the envelop that sat on the top of his paper covered desk. It was addressed to him, in a clear precise hand, the top corner held the name of the one Lieutenant Colonel he didn't want to think about, not right then. His best friend had been killed, the murderer had finally been caught, and he couldn't stop thinking about how he would deal this Second Lieutenant Maria Ross. Any one who saw the Colonel would have thought he had the look of someone ready to kill. He wanted to go relieve some stress, not read some boring letter from Sou of all people.

But Riza would shoot at him, again, if he didn't take care of all his paper work. Besides, He'd already ignored the letter for one day. Reluctantly he pulled out the decorative, knife-styled letter opener, Hughes had given him. The envelope ripped open smoothly, and he slammed the opener into the desk. It wagged back and forth, he watched it hypnotized, by the flashing of the silver. It reminded him of Hughes's favorite weapon, those short throwing knives. He looked down at the envelope trying to think of something besides his old friend, if he kept think the way he was he was going to incinerate the letter before he even had a chance to read it. He pulled out the letter, Sou's handwriting was quick, rushed, and messy. It was dated almost a week ago, just before Maria Ross had been arreated.

Mustang- (There was no title, no sir. Sou must have written it when he was in a hurry. Sou had only called Roy, Mustang, when Roy had been studying under Hawkeye's father, and Sou had need his attention. It still got his attention even now.)

I don't have much time. We've been on radio silence for the past two weeks, and now we finally have a messenger going through so I need to write this now, and quickly. Bare with me if this is confusing.

I've never worried about any other of my young soldiers that have come under my command, until now. Before two weeks ago I wasn't worried about Major Hesperus either. She's been with us for eight months and I haven't heard a complain about her. Quiet the contrary, I've had officers who normally hate working with alchemist not only agree to take her out with them but request her a second a third time. She has a personality that draws people to her, and what's more she appears to be handling the pressure well. The soldiers look forward to working with her, and her tactical skills have been improving at an amazing rate. She even appeared to be handling the many deaths and attacks, which one comes across in this line of work, very well, for someone of her age.

Two weeks ago she broke down though. Near midnight the entire camp was awakened by screaming. Most of us followed the screams to the Major's tent, where one of the other women was trying to quiet her, to no avail. It was just before her brother arrived and took matters into his own hands that I realized she was crying out for some man. I don't know if this person was someone she was close to back home. But any time I bring this name up it disturbs her greatly.

Since the screaming incident Hesperus has continually been in a rate of decline. She is quick tempered, more so then normal. She hardly eats at all, and when she does it is with much prodding from her comrades, and with very little enthusiasm. Her team mates have also expressed the concern for her on their missions. They say she walks as though in a daze and tires easily, which I know is not her way. Her brother has taken to sleeping on the floor of her tent so that he can quickly quiet should she wake screaming again, and he and her tent mates have told me that she does not sleep. When she does it is for short periods of time and she all ways wakes violently.

I hate to mar my record but I'm concerned for the Major's mental health. The one time her brother managed to get her to talk about why she woke screaming, she claimed that she dreamed the violent murder of an officer in Central. She has given me interment details of this murder which I found to…

Mustang's phone rang at that point. He stood to answer it leaving the letter on top of his desk. Maria Ross had escaped. There was a warrant for her arrest, and a shot to kill order if nessasary. Mustang hung up, grabbed his coat. He paused only briefly to tell Hawkeye to man the phones, before he left ignoring everything else. Had he finished reading the letter he might have stopped before hurrying away with his plan.

She has given me the interment details of this murder which I've found to correspond with the murder of one Maes Hughes. If I remember correctly you and he have been friends since before Riza's father took you in. I request on Major Hesperus's behalf that she be given leave so she might visit friends and family, and Hughes, to relieve this stress and find out that Hughes is alive.

-Lt. Colonel Marlke Sou

I know, I know, you all hate me for doing this for Dalka... again, but she had Eight months before this happened so... don't kill me... (small voice) I hope Evenlyn-sama (everyone has to read her FFs she's a genius) has read this chapter an will review, same for Kya-chan, Mrs.E, and Butterfly-chan.

(Pops neck, and looks back at Mak-kun who is twisted in an unnatural shape) Well I feel better, Now all you readers who don't review, get to spar with me next...

I love you all, really I do, even if I don't always show it. JUST REVIEW!!!!!! and I'll love you more.

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