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Beast Within
Chapter 2: Early Symptoms
Today was an unusual day for Colonel Mustang. He couldn't seem to put his finger on it, but it felt somewhat unusual. He drank his coffee each morning, went to work in a taxi, and did loads of paperwork; what was so unusual about that?
Roy paused from signing his signature on the paper. He wasn't concentrating that much today. Something was making him lose his focus.
He then started to hear a heavy breathing from someone close by. The eery voice startled him, making him drop his pen.
"Hey, chief, is there something the matter?" Havoc asked looking up from his share of paperwork.
Roy hesitated for a moment. "Havoc, did you just have a hard time breathing a minute ago?"
Havoc blinked. "Uhm… chief…. Are you ok?"
"Never better…" Roy went back to his paperwork. Strange… would've sworn I heard someone else breathing….
"Colonel…"
Roy looked up to see Lt. Hawkeye in front of his desk, carrying a tray with a salad and a sandwich on it. "Your lunch, sir?"
Roy accepted the tray. "You know, Hawkeye, you didn't have to go through all the trouble…"
"Believe me, sir, you're going to need it. I almost got demoted because of you not doing your work."
Roy sweat dropped. "That's very considerate of you…" He then looked at his plate. There was something weird about it. "Uhm.. Hawkeye… did you add the Mayonnaise to my salad?"
"Of course, sir, why wouldn't I?"
The Colonel shrugged it off and took a bite of his salad. He gagged. It was the most revolting salad he had ever tasted.
"Colonel!" Riza frantically got him a cup of water. Roy chugged it down his throat.
"Sir… are you okay?"
Roy caught his breath. "Yeah… I'm fine…. It's this salad…"
Somehow, Roy wasn't in the mood for a salad. He wanted something… more…… meaty.
"Oh, man… not again…" Havoc whined.
"Lt. Havoc, you should be a little more careful lighting your cigarette." Riza informed.
"YA THINK?" Havoc spat trying to stop the bleeding of his index finger. Roy saw a drop of blood drip down to the floor. Mustang flinched.
Blood.. blood….
W-who's saying that?
Suddenly, a nauseating headache throbbed Roy's head. The Colonel clutched his head.
"Erg..!"
"Colonel!"
Wh-what's… going on?
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"So, your name is Loretta, the book keeper of this place, huh?"
"That's correct."
Edward and Al looked around the giant building in awe. "So many books… where to start?" Ed commented. "Its no wonder the military stacked all these books in this humungous place."
Al looked around, noticing holy statues and crosses. "Excuse me, ma'am…"
"Hm?" Loretta replied.
"Was.. this… some kind of church?"
Loretta looked up at the stain-glassed windows, illuminating various colors. "Well, Alphonse, to tell you the truth, a long time ago, this library used to be a holy cathedral. A cathedral was somewhat like a church, except bigger and grander."
"Why did it turn into a library?" Al asked.
"The church was corrupt. Clergies would sell indulgencies to people and give away church positions to the highest bidder.." Loretta explained.
"That's horrible! Like a scam?"
"Exactly. And fortunately, later on, the townspeople over powered the church and went on a total rampage killing anyone who sided with the church. Tragic, really." Loretta looked up at the several story high ceiling. "It's amazing that this giant wonder is still here today…"
Loretta and Al stared up at the ceiling in awe leaving Ed confused and clueless. He sighed. "Look, are we going to hit the books, or what?"
"Settle down, Fullmetal.." Loretta said patiently leading them through the library. "Now, come on, let me give you the grand tour. I don't give away maps, you know."
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It was certainly official, something is wrong with Roy Mustang.
Roy, during his day-off, went to several doctor's appointments for very thorough check-up. All the doctors said he was okay, 200 fine. But not Roy, there something definitely wrong deep inside of him.
"Darn…. It's almost night…" Roy cursed as the dusk sky slowly darkened to the night, as he walked along the sidewalk. "There's something definitely wrong with me… I just know it."
He leaned over against the building, right next to an alleyway. "I.. feel so weak.." He said trying to catch his breath, stuffing a few Motrins in his mouth. Roy looked down on the concrete sidewalk staring at his reflection in a puddle. In the background of his reflection, he saw the moon peeking out of the clouds. Roy clutched his head in pain of the sudden migraine.
Blood… Blood…What's that voice? Roy thought to himself. He started to run into the dark alleyway, running faster and faster.
Blood…. Blood…STOP IT!
Roy tripped on a fallen trashcan, still clutching his head, covering his ears.
Blood… Blood…He glanced up into the moon above him.
It's time…Suddenly, his body was in complete pain; head to toe. His eyes were shrouded with darkness and his hands were turning into claws.
"What's – happening to me?"
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Hehehehhehee… this story is so short, I'll be done within a few or maybe even 1 chapter! Hahahahahahaha! Im so cruel!
RnR!
