Promises and Guns and Flowers, Oh My
Chapter Six
"Who are you...and where is Riza!"
Mustang turned and raised his hand, ready to snap. He was tired, yes, but seeing that man made his blood boil. (no pun intended).
"You'll see her soon enough."
The man laughed as he tossed a photo at Mustang. The photo caught the wind and landed right in front of him. He picked it up and looked at it. It was a picture of a dark cement floor with a large red alchemy circle on it.
"Death! That circle is alchemy, ready to kill instantly any thing, person or animal that touches it. Would hate to see your lovely Hawkeye fall 25 feet to her 'death'. Instant Death! Dead from the fall mixed with death from alchemy equals a dead little Hawkeye and a sad little Mustang."
The man laughed as Mustang snapped his fingers and sent a wave of fire streaming at the man. He jumped and dogged the attack perfectly. When he land, he tossed his cloak off to relieve his buff chest. Large muscles covered his chest and arms. He was so muscular, he had no neck. His head had some white hair in the back tied into a ponytail. The rest of his head was bald. Dark red eyes shot out into the night. On one arm, was an alchemy circle tattooed in red. It was for water. The other arm had another red alchemy circle, this one for earth.
"Who are you?"
Mustang readied his hand again.
"I am Garth. I call myself 'The Quicksand Alchemist'!"
He flexed his muscles, looking very similar to Armstrong, and showed off his tattoos.
"Are you state?"
"No! All thanks to you!"
"What are to talking about. I don't control the exams. I only just today became Fuhrer!"
"I know. I've been watching you. Monitoring your every move."
The man stopped flexing and stood very still, telling his tail. Mustang could only watch.
"I signed up for the exam the same time you did. I studied many years to take the test. Then one year, I did. I was smaller then. I was also weak and a nerd. But, I passed the written part with flying colors. The interview was a breeze. Then came the last part. The physical part. I created a very large, very strong statue of Fuhrer King Bradley. It was a spitting image of him. Just enlarge. Composed completely out of dirt and water. It was almost hard. Almost dried and permeate. Then you. You came up with your snobby attitude and blew it down. Flames everywhere. Blasting through everyone's exams. Including mine. You were named the newest state alchemist. The Flame Alchemist."
Garth took a step forward. The full moon ahead cast a gently light onto the street. As clouds moved about, the moon disappeared as did it's light. Then reappeared. It did this all night for it was a partly cloudily night. Mustang took a step forward.
"Not my problem. You didn't pass. Don't blame me."
"But I will. I took break. Did more studying. Thought maybe it was my fault at first. Then I retook the exam. I was about to test, then I saw you. Standing next to the Fuhrer. Looking all proudly. You kept your eyes on one tester. A small boy with long blonde hair and a red jacket. He had a metal leg and arm and he had a grin that showed he was a smart-ass. Just like you. I was up all that night studying and practicing. I got no sleep. I was tired. I was the once who created the large pillar. The one who was completely drained after creating it. The one who's pillar was destroyed by that stupid kid's flower power."
Mustang stared. This man was starting to seem familiar. He now remember this guy. Of course he changed ALOT in the years gone by.
"I had no say."
"Don't lie!"
"I was only there for protection of the Fuhrer."
"You had your hand in on it. You wanted that kid to win. You probably poisoned the Fuhrer's mind!"
"No, your wrong!"
"Don't lie!"
Garth then pulled a small box from his pocket. It was black and had a red toggle switch on it. On the back, written in red was Mustang's name. But his name was scribbled over. Below his name was Hawkeye's name.
"Ah, this little thing was meant for you. But I decided to are with Hawkeye. I figure, id I can't kill you, I'll make you suffer. Thats the reason I attacked today. I attached you get all comfortable with her. I almost decided to sneak the Fuhrer a secret memo warning him about your fraternization planning with your lieutenant. But then decided, I would wait for your heart to really get involved. Then I would strike! Hitting you harder then ever by harming your angel!"
Garth tossed the box in the air and caught it. He repeated this a few times until a flash of flames rushed by his head. He looked over at Mustang who was very pissed.
"Don't toy with me Garth! That's human life your playing with! Leave her out of this. It's me you want!"
Garth laughed. He turned on his heels and walked away, entering a warehouse door. Mustang ran after him.
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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