Promises and Guns and Flowers, Oh My
Chapter Four
Mustang didn't look like he had just received his life long wish of becoming Fuhrer only hours ago. He looked like he just got demoted instead of promoted. He was sitting in his office sulking over two objects he was holding. In his left hand, he held a necklace with a ring on it. In his right, was a special unique gun. All around him were boxes full of all his stuff that was to be moved to his new, larger Fuhrer office. He pondered for a moment.
"Who would dare hurt Hawkeye?"
Just about everyone in the military knew that if you messed with Hawkeye, she either shot your balls off, or Mustang would burn you to a crisp. It just didn't make sense to hurt her.
"Fuhrer, sir?"
Havoc entered the office and looked apon his superior.
"Yes?"
Mustang looked up and put down the objects.
"We have a lead sir."
Once those words left Havoc's mouth, Mustang was standing by the door, holding it open.
"Then let's go, we don't have time to waist."
"Sir..."
"Why are you stalling?"
"Because sir. The lead isn't a place or person. It's a warning."
Mustang turned around and faced Havoc who, in his hand, held a piece of crinkled paper.
"It was tossed into the building just minutes ago."
Mustang took the paper quickly and read it out loud, as other officers formed behind him in the hall.
"Flame. If you ever want to see your precious Hawkeye ever again, you will do as I say. Should you choose to disobey me, I will kill her. Gently at first, then I will make it more painful. So, just stand by and wait like a good little pony and I will send you information 'shortly'."
Mustang stared at the appear with eyes burning. If his alchemy was controlled by his eyes, that paper would have been burnt long ago and ten times over.
"Sir, this was with the note."
Havoc pulled two crinkled photos out of his pocket and handed them to Mustang. Mustang took them and stared at them. His eyes softened when he saw it.
"Hawkeye..."
The first was a small photo of a girl in military dress uniform, blond hair down flowing along her shoulders. Her wrists and ankles were tied and a cloth was in her mouth, keeping her gagged. At first glance, it looked like she was standing, but closer, he noticed she was hanging from some kind of chain. A chain came down from the top of the photo and had a hook on the end. The hook was hooked to the chains that bounded her wrists together. A brightness was coming from the bottom of the photo, shinning brightly on the captive Hawkeye.
"Who sent this?"
Mustang was furious. Who ever this man was, he meant business.
"We don't know sir."'
mustang then looked at the second photo. It was closer to her face. He could see the fear in her amber eyes as large arm stretch from the left side of the photo, holding a very sharp knife to her throat. There was a cut on her cheek showing that this man would do anything to get what he wanted. Mustang couldn't help but break down. He dropped the photos and the paper to the floor and just stared at his empty hands.
"Sir?"
Fuery stood behind the Fuhrer with concern.
"It's my fault."
"Sir?"
"I can't believe I..."
"Sir, what's wrong?"
Mustang just shook his head. He walked from his office and headed down the hallway. His mind was racing.
"My fault. If I only...she wouldn't be...oh Riza...why?"
He walked, thinking to himself.
FLASHBACK
"Riza my love."
Mustang smiled as he stood in his office, boxes full of his stuff were stacked everywhere. He was going to be moved into his new larger Fuhrer office as soon as the ceremony was over. Right now, he stood looking at his reflection in a small table top mirror which sat on his desk. He ran a hand through his black hair and smiled at his reflections. Hawkeye walked up behind him and was holding a large black box. She opened the box and held it out to Mustang. He smiled and reached into the box, pulling out all his medals, one at a time, and pinning them to his dress uniform jacket.
"Yes?"
Hawkeye smiled as she watched him prepare.
"Are you ready to head down? They are expecting us."
"No sir, I'm not ready. And they are expecting 'you'."
"Ah, but Riza. They shall expect you too. After all. You are the one who got me here."
Mustang smiled at his reflection and turned to face her. He ran his hand through her hair which was down at the moment and smiled.
"You should leave it down more often, it fits you.
"Rules say..."
"I can't wait to change rules."
Mustang then leaned down and kissed her lips softly. As he pulled back he ran his finger over the silver chain around her neck.
"I also can't wait to see you wear the ring on your hand. Right next to a matching gold band."
He smiled and she smiled back.
"Sir, they are waiting for you."
Havoc stood in the doorway. Mustang began to leave. He turned to see Hawkeye placing the empty box on the desk.
"Coming?"
"I'll be right down. I just need to do something."
She smiled as he shrugged his shoulders and left with Havoc. Hawkeye stayed behind, working her hair in the table top mirror.
END FLASHBACK
"I should have known something was wrong when she didn't come down. She never would have missed it."
Mustang continued to walk down the hall. As he approached the staircase, Edward Elric ran up to him, looking pissed off as ever.
"Mustang!"
Ed yelled as he ran up the stairs and stood inches from Mustang.
"What FullMetal?"
"Some ass outside just called me short, handed me this, then ran away before I could give him a piece of my mind."
Ed thrusted out a folded piece of paper at mustang. Mustang looked at it.
"Something 'shortly'."
He said to himself as Ed growled. Mustang unfolded the paper and read it out loud as another photo fell out.
"Your Hawkeye is okay... for now. I want the Flame alchemist to come to 452 Derksly Road tonight at 2300 sharp. A challenge between me and you will decided the fate of your lovely Hawkeye. Be late and she died. Loose the battle and she dies. Bring reinforcements... she dies. Got it? Good! Tonight then. And remember, you decides her fate now."
Mustang stared at the note then bent down to pick up the photo. Hawkeye was hanging high off the ground in what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse. Below her on the floor was some kind of red markings. They could be made out from the angle the photo was taken from. From the photo, it looked as if Hawkeye was about 25 feet off the ground. He could see if she was alive or not from the distance. Mustang looked at his pocket watch.
"2200! Shit! Edward, go upstairs and give this to Havoc quickly!"
Mustang handed Ed the paper and photo and ran past.
"But, what... hello!"
Edward growled and ran to Havoc where he handed him the paper and photo.
"Shit!"
Havoc and the others read the note and looked at the photo. They then looked at the clock on the wall.
Outside, Mustang was running quickly through the dark streets of Central. He had only an hour to get to Eastern or else Hawkeye dies.
"Damn it!
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