Dinner at Seven

There was laughing heard throughout the building. "If there's one thing I love, it's hearing people scream."

"Lieutenant Hawkeye!" Roy screamed. There was blood running down Riza's face. Her eyes were filled with shock and horror. It looked as if she was crying blood. Riza got on her hands and knees, and stared at the ground as blood dripped from her wounds to the floor. Barry raised his butcher knife. "Ready colonel?" he asked. Roy couldn't move. He was too shocked and sad. His brain couldn't comprehend what Barry had just said. The infamous chopper raised his butcher knife over his head, and prepared to slice Riza's back.

He was laughing, but not like he did all the time. This laugh was the craziest of all. It was as if his brain took over him, and it was forcing him to laugh. Roy realized what was going on. He shot up, and pulled Barry's knife back. "NO!" he shouted. He kneed the chopper in the back, causing him to fall. Roy readied himself in a snapping position. "Tsk tsk..." said Barry. "Alright, flame me up, if you want to fry, that is." Roy completely forgot about the gasoline. He lowered his hand, and fell on the ground crying. "Stop this...stop it now..." he whispered, crying into his gasoline-drenched hands. Barry grabbed his knife and swung around at Roy in one swift movement. "You're getting to be a bit of a problem, colonel." He said. "I just might have to kill you first." Roy's eyes became small. The psycho butcher raised his knife above his head. "I think I will." Roy put his head down.

BANG BANG BANG! Blood flooded the ground. Barry began to laugh. "Not today!" said a voice from the doorway. It was lieutenant Havoc. Barry fell to his knees. "Oh...oh, I see...you just shot me...that wasn't very fair, shooting me before telling me. Well, now I guess I'm going to die. Thank you for allowing me to cut the lieutenant's face, and hearing her scream. I enjoyed that a lot." Barry's eyes became wide, and he fell completely to the ground, clutching his side. He exhaled. Roy turned around, and smiled at Jean. "You're alive." He said, wiping a tear away. "Would I let a cut on the back of my leg kill me? Come on, Roy, I'm not that pathetic." He said with a smile. "Come on, let's get you two to the hospital."

One week later...

Ring! Ring! Ring! "Hello?"

"Hawkeye..."

"Oh hey!"

"Hey, how about we have a little get together. Dinner at seven?"

"Alright, but this time, no going for a walk. Got it?"

"Of course. I wouldn't want my favorite lieutenant to get hurt again, now would I?"

"No...and I wouldn't want my favorite Taisa to get caught up in my own messes now would I?"

"No, of course not." He said smirking.

"Good, see you at seven."

"I'll pick you up."

She nodded. "You got it. See ya."

With nothing more than a smirk and a chuckle, both phones were hung up. The lieutenant smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror. Riza opened the drawer, and took out a dark red dress, with black lines across it. I sure can't wait till seven! She thought to herself, as she took her hair down and smiled once more. After all, she was his beautiful young lieutenant, right?

THE END FOO!