#20 Murderer
"General Roy Mustang has been found guilty of murdering Furer King Bradley; he is sentenced to death at sundown tomorrow." The judge read. Riza's heart sank; she had worked ten years to help get Roy to the top and just as he made it, someone had to kill Bradley and stage it to look like her boss had done it. She sat rigid in her seat until he was lead away from the courtroom through the back entrance. He never once glanced up at her, even while she sat in the witness's chair and gave her testimony. Her life was taken from her also when he shot the next afternoon; she couldn't look as his body crumpled to the ground, motionless. The next week she returned to work, looking up at the door, expecting him to walk in any moment. Scaring her half to death someone did come in the door; it was one of the men who had accused Roy of killing the Furer. He gave her a fake smile as he told her she was being promoted to Roy's position, saying he knew she would do a better job than that lazy fool. Riza's temper flared; she gathered her bag and the one picture frame that sat on her desk before turning around and facing the offending man. "You know what? He ran this unit in tip-top shape; he kept his soldiers alive. He took care of us while never letting someone take care of him. The only reason I stayed in the military and put up with these stupid regulations was because he needed someone to look after him; now you've taken that away and I have nothing left to live for. I have no reason to remain in this hellhole; I've put up with it long enough. You can go shove your military rules on someone else; you won't do it to me any longer." she said, ripping her rank off her shoulders and throwing it at the man's feet. She walked out the door and went home, stopping there and changing before visiting Roy's grave. "I'm leaving Roy; I'm getting away from this place. It's filled with too many memories, but I'm going to continue to search for a way to prove your innocence; in your death I still find purpose." She placed the picture frame on the ground and tilted it so the afternoon sun could glint off the glass. It was a picture of them, together and happy; but it would be a long time before they would be together again.