Second chapter tonight and now I am exhausted :D

Disclaimer: I do not own FMA.


The burly man spun around as the buzzing sound grew louder, erupting into a roar. There was a deafening crash followed by the skidding off tires. As the dust cleared the man's gaze rose to see the large door had been smashed off its hinges and in the rubble a black haired man sat atop a motorbike, his black hair swept back with the force of the demolition.

"Shit!" The man hissed as he scrambled to his feet. A dart sped through the mass of dust and all the man saw before falling backwards was a set of pearly white canines, belonging to the only canine in the room. The small Shiba Inu, despite his size, kept the man on the ground, his teeth inches from the man's nose. Roy swung his leg hastily over the motorbike and charged over to Riza. There was another crash and a door on the far side of the room smashed open, sending plasterboard crumbling to the floor from the wall on impact.

"I have come too far to be stopped!" Roy yelled, picking up a rather threatening object off the table and holding it defensively infront of him. A muscular man led the group that had just entered the room and Roy watched with blank eyes as the male spurted into a run, his arm sinking into his open jacket. Before Roy could draw his weapon back to defend himself the man was upon him, sinking dirty fingers into his wind pipe. Roy struggled for breath and found stars popping before his eyes.

He watched helplessly as a woman sidled over, her clothing struggling to cove her bodacious build. He watched as she took the item off the man that he had reached into his jacket to retrieve. She rose the small can, directing the nozzle at his face then sprayed. A pain like Roy had never felt before burnt at his eyes as the liquid made contact with them, forcing him to close them.

He snarled frustratedly as he heard the whimper of a dog nearby, no doubt Hayate followed by a few thuds then nothing. He could only listen as hushed words were passed between the other occupants of the room. He tried to struggle as he felt strong arms yank his own behind his back. A stabbing pain shot down his spine and he couldn't yet open his eyes to see where he was being led and someone pushed him onwards.

He wanted to turn, open his eyes to see who it was...then rip his face off. See how he liked having mace squirted in his eyes! He snarled as he was shoved into a room, much cooler than the last had been.

He could now hear a dog growling at his side, folding by a hissing sound as Hayate latched his teeth into the woman's forearm. There was the sound of a door being shut behind him then the sound of a key turning in a door. They had locked his way into that room. The room where she was. He forced his eyes open but by the time he had he felt a hard foot slam into his back, knocking him to his knees. He yelped lowly as his head was yanked back by his hair, forced to stare up into the face of the muscular man.

"We'll come back to you later," He hissed. Roy nearly yelled out in disgust as the man spat in his face then laughed. The people around him erupted into a twisted laugh as well. How had he gotten himself into this? How had he gotten her into this? His head buzzed and he snarled again as he was pulled roughly to his feet and bundled down the corridor. Why had he left his gloves behind? They would of been no use anyway, they would of become wet in the rain. Great! He cursed his stupidity.

Before he knew it another large door was yanked open before him and he was thrown roughly inside, barely finding time to throw his arms infront of him to prevent his head from smacking against the opposite wall. There was a cackle of laughter, followed by an animalistic growling as Hayate was tossed into the room, landing on his feet next to Roy.

Quickly, the flame Alchemist rose to his feet and made a desperate dash at the closing door. No avail, it closed with a clang. He swore loudly, swinging his leg back and kicking the wall hard. Now he was no use to her, or himself. He was so useless! He slumped to the floor, burying his face into his sweat soaked hands. Hayate pushed him wet nose into the black haired man's knee. He did not move. His eyes remained closed as they began to sting again.

It hurt, but not as much as the thought of what they might be doing to her. He was weak. His thought strayed to the blonde haired woman as they had done so often lately. He swore he could see blood under his fingernails from where he had picked up the weapon back in the large room. The smell of whisky filled the room. The person in there before him may have been drowning their memories like he had tried so often to do as a younger man. His skin still reeked of dirt and oil was bound to the flesh under his fingernails from the motorbike journey. It had been hours since Hayate had appeared on his doorstep, damp, cold and covered in blood.

The nightmare may as well not have ended. He was still living it. He felt vulnerable, trapped. What if it never ended? These were the things he needed think of if he was going to get out. He leant to the side and breathed out steadily, looking down at the pup. In his still state he could hear his heart thundering. She had looked so weak, broken and bloody at his feet. Perhaps he was now the strong one.

He hoped perhaps she had heard his voice, felt his nearness, desperate to help her but as he had listened to her shallow breathing he recalled the look of pain on her face in her unconscious state. He was not weak, he had someone he must protect no matter what. He raised his eyes up to the door as he saw the bodacious woman sweep past.

He had a plan.


Sorry for any spelling mistakes, my editing time was cut short so I apologize for that.

Anyway, thanks for reading and please drop a review, it's easy to do :)

-Amie