Promises and Guns and Flowers, Oh My
Chapter Three
Months later, everyone was standing in dress uniforms, even Ed and Al, and were all awaiting the crowing of the new Fuhrer. Millions of military personnel stood in Central's court yard, all stiff and saluting as an old General walked onto the stage and began to speak.
"On behalf of the Amestris State Military, I am proud to introduce our new leader and commander in chief... Fuhrer Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist."
The crowd in the court yard cheered as Mustang stood up. He was somewhere in the middle of the crowd standing with his subordinates. They all started to cheer and pat him on the back. Everything he worked for (or Hawkeye worked for) has all come down to this moment.
"Go Mustang!"
Once on the stage, he looked out into the crowd and smiled. There was every one of his friends; Havoc, Armstrong, Breda, Fuery, Ross, Falman, Fullmetal, Rockbell and even Black Hayate. Mustang then noticed, someone was missing. The General who made the announcement, handed Mustang a certificate and a large blue velour box that had on it, encrusted the green and white Amestris Military symbol. Everyone cheered as Mustang accepted these items. He slowly opened the box and looked at his new badge, rank bars, and shoulder stars. He closed the box and smiled, turning to face the cheering crowd.
"Thank you! Thank you!"
Mustang called out, waving his hand in the air. He looked around, scanning for the missing person. Where was she?
"Mustang! Mustang!"
The crowd began to cheer. Everyone continued to cheer as confetti and military hats began to fly through the air. The air was crowded with things flying everywhere, making Mustang's search harder. As the cheering continued loudly, Mustang thought he heard a scream. His eyes scanned the crowd for danger, but saw nothing. Soon, gun fire was heard and the crowd went silent. Then, screams where heard again. Mustang handed the general the stuff and he took off running. Behind him, other officers ran.
"Show yourself!"
Mustang yelled as he ran into the building and saw a black shadowy figure standing in the middle of the hallway. The other officers formed behind him. Mustang took a step closer and he kicked something. Looking down, he picked up a gun. He turned it over in his hand. It looked like an ordinary military issued black pistol. The only difference was the handle. It was a soft silver cushion for comfort grip. He looked back up at the man.
"Ah, if it isn't 'Fuhrer' Roy Mustang."
The figure laughed. A black cloak was draped over this man, encasing his body in blackness. A hood was on his head shielding his face from view. He slowly turned around, holding something in his large muscular arms. It could now be seen, the man was shirtless and he was buff. Then, noticed in his arms was a person. The person was struggling to break free of the man as they kicked and wiggled. But the man's arms were not budging.
"Let them go!"
Mustang yelled. The man laughed, a most evil laugh.
"Oh, you want your little birdie back?"
He laughed again as the prisoner continued to struggle. As it did, light was shown from the windows, onto the face. It was a girl. But who, they still didn't know. The man put a large hand under her chin and cupped her face. Mustang and the officers got into battle stance.
"Poor, poor little horsy. Your little birdie isn't within your reach."
The man let out a loud booming laugh. Armstrong stepped forward and stood next to Mustang. The cloaked man was larger then Armstrong. The man looked down into his prisoner's eyes. They showed fear. He smiled. Thats what he wanted. Mustang thought for a second then looked at the gun in his hand. His eye widened when he looked at the handle more closely.
"Let her go!"
He called out as he raised his hand to snap. He now relised the gun he was now holding was the personal gun of his Hawkeye. He gave it to her three years ago as a Christmas gift. It had on it an etching of a hawk. He personalized it because it made that gun special... and unique.
"You want her back?"
The man moved his hand from her chin to her neck and squeezed causing her to gasp for breath.
"Then come and get her!"
He released his grip and ripped off the necklace from around her neck, breaking the chain. He tossed it over to Mustang and he caught it, looking at it. It was the engagement ring he gave her. When he looked up, smoke filled the halls. When the smoke cleared, the man was gone.
"After him! Find him! He has Brigadier General Hawkeye! Move!"
Mustang ordered as thousands of officers ran past him. He didn't move, he watched as they ran. Fear held him still. He looked down at the necklace in his hand, the ends of the broken chain had some red on them. He looked closer and relised it was blood. That man hurt her when he ripped the necklace off.
"Damn him."
Mustang growled through gritted teeth as he clenched his fist tightly around the necklace and ring.
A/N - Please review. Constructive criticism accepted. No Flames (Thats Roy's job only). Please look in my profile oo0AnimeChild0oo for all my other stories. And again, thanks for reading.
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