I LOVE HER AMBER EYES
Chapter 2: Gun Smoke
Summary: Riza reflects on her first mission as a field agent. Why is there so much blood? Why did he choose her to back him up?
WARNING: MAJOR AU! GORE! SHORT CHAPTER!
DISCLAIMER: Please, do I even HAVE to post this? You can very clearly see I'm not the creator, and that I don't own the characters. ()
NOTE: I forgot to save this when I was half-way through, so it's sort of----not how I wanted it.
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SEVEN YEARS AGO
Around Seven AM Staff Sergeant Riza Hawkeye was roused out of bed to answer the door. When she got there she was amazed to see Sergeant Jean Havoc. Blinking off any drowsiness she went over to get her coat, only to realize she was half naked. After a moment or two, she went to her room, changed into her uniform. And walked off with Havoc. She was about to ask him what was wrong when he answered for her.
"First Sergeant Mustang wants to speak with you." he started off. "It seems they have a field mission for us. You know the new recruits."
She nodded as if telling him to continue; only he didn't. "It's hard to believe it all started when I was away at war. I mean, impersonating an officer to get aid to my family."
Havoc nodded and looked out the window of the car as it was being driven too headquarters. There wasn't much to talk about, but she realized she forgot to put her hair up, and pulled a clip from her pocket twisting it into the usual place, and pinning it. They stopped outside the building, and met up with Mustang in the hall. A moment or so of navigating through the sterile halls of Headquarters and they landed themselves outside of the Lieutenant Colonel's office. All three of them saluted, in witch he returned, and they stood at ease as he spoke.
"As you know, all lower-class men are required to take a field test to see if they can become top-notch militants. The Furher has chosen two, lead by Mustang, the only rule is that you have to Do as he commands, being as he's the superior. If you should not listen to his command, then you shall be demoted one rank. If you can follow the rule, you shall be promoted 2 ranks. Is it clear?"
He waited for no response, as they saluted and left. Havoc was working on stuffing guns into his pockets, and various places on his body, as Mustang slipped on his gloves. Riza stuffed a single gun into her boot. With that done, they walked off. As they were walking Roy was going over the commands, and then muttered "No one will get hurt on my watch".
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They stood at different posts among the shambles of what used to be a library. Within the confounds stood a single man walking through the ash, with three others standing guard outside. As the ash cleared Mustang realized that they were out numbered. One alchemist, and three gunmen, against one alchemist and two gunmen. They would surely lose a man here. Mustang looked up enough to see, and weigh his options, yet came up with no plan. Hawkeye looked up and immediately got a plan. She crawled over to Mustang and Havoc. "I have a plan, Sergeant."
He nodded and listened as she spoke. "There's a single pillar on each side of the building. If you can manage to get enough flame for us to run by, I can take one side, and Havoc takes the other. Then you can go for the alchemist. He specializes in Ice. I can tell by the way his hands are shaking. It's not much of a plan, but it might help."
"No, No, I like your thinking, Hawkeye." he put a finger to his chin and looked at her. "We're going with her plan; don't move until I give the signal."
They both nodded and took positions in various spots. As soon as he flicked his fingers, they moved out. Havoc was the first to react. He took out a pistol and took out the middle gunman, then the other one on his side. Mustang ran into the dust, being spotted by one of the gunman and shot him in the side. Mustang grimaced as the blood seeped down his uniform making it a purplish color. Due to the fact he heard something crack he was quite certain it was a rib that it hit. He winced but continued at the man. Taking his time wisely, the man drew a circle and made a wall appear, to which Mustang quickly melted.
Riza held the gun in her hands but couldn't shoot.
When Mustang finally got the man pinned, he heard a single gunshot from Havoc that hit the ice alchemist in the leg. When he had a chance to look up after pinning the alchemists hands down, he saw Riza still hesitant. He cursed and watched as Havoc tried to take the man out. After a moment or two, Mustang finally cuffed the man and shoved him with the police. In a moment of difficulty he watched Havoc put out a cigarette and aim his pistol at the man again. In a flurry of bullets, he realized the man wasn't there.
Havoc tried to shoot again, but was out of ammo. They both looked at Mustang, as the knife connected with his flesh. The gunman took Mustangs arms and pinned them behind him, and the other two watched in horror. The guy was holding his hands so tight he couldn't even snap!
"Havoc, shoot him!" Mustang yelled.
Havoc gave him a sympathetic glance and looked down towards his gun implying he was out of ammo. His only other option was Riza. She wouldn't shoot. He felt himself being dragged by the other man.
"Someone, Do something!" he yelled frustrated.
He felt the knife penetrate his flesh, and looked down as blood trickled down his neck. The man then spoke.
"They call me Sully. Sully the Sullen. You know why? Because I kill people. Just like I'm going to kill this here friend of yours." Havoc shook his head glancing at the man. Rookie Mistake. You don't give out a name unless you intend on killing the person.
Mustang looked to Riza, who got a glance from Havoc who instructed her on how to hold the gun.
"Shoot him, Hawkeye!" Mustang shouted at her.
She got the gun up, and leveled on Sully, but couldn't pull the trigger. Even if it was easy for her, she wasn't going to shoot with First Sergeant so close. "I Might hit you, Sergeant!"
"Don't worry about it, Hawkeye! Just shoot!" She blinked, but still couldn't do it. Then she remembered what her last name meant to others. Always the watchful one, with a heart of ice, a soul of fire, and the aim to match. She held the gun up, steadied it, and fired. She had just barely nicked his ear. The man felt it, and dug the knife deeper into Mustang's neck. She fired again hitting the man's leg, and again for the other leg.
He dropped to his knees letting go of Mustang, who put a hand to his neck in an attempt to stop the bleeding, but it only wound up burning from the sulfur on his hands. The blood slowly slipped through his fingers, and dripped off of them. Riza then aimed her gun, and fired one last time. She hit Sully, square in the ear. The bullet traveled through the mans head, severing many bodily functions, and came out the other side covered in blood. Sully fell face first into the ground.
Mustang on the other hand was still holding his neck a bit disturbed at the sight. He began to get dizzy, and fell backwards into Riza's hands that carefully took a piece of her undershirt and wrapped it on the wound. He blacked out shortly after that seeing those piercing amber hawk eyes before doing so.
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After pacing the waiting room a couple hundred times, Havoc stopped when Riza asked him firmly. He congratulated her on her aim, and eagerness. For once she killed a man...but why? The nurse looked too the two, and called for the one in command. Since he was in the operating room, Riza took the call.
"Staff Sergeant Hawkeye." she heard the other line, listened intently, and nodded solemnly. "Yes sir, I understand."
She went back over to sit beside Havoc. Her hair was disheveled, but it was never really up to begin with, and her uniform wrinkled from Mustang grasping it. It scared her that he almost died in her arms, but it seemed as though something inside her clicked. For some reason she felt like she could trust the man. She was beginning to think she had a crush on him!
The doctor walked out from Mustang's room after situating him, and looked at Havoc and Riza. "Hawkeye, Havoc?" They both came over and bombarded the man with questions. He answered them and looked to the two. "You may visit him now." He then nodded gravely. "One at a time, please." With that said he hustled off.
Riza and Havoc did Rock, Paper, Scissors only to lose to Havoc. She sighed and waited her turn.
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"How you doing, First Sergeant?" Havoc mumbled as he walked into the room lighting a cigarette.
"Fine. Thank you for caring. Has the Furher called yet?" He asked brushing away smoke.
"Yeah, but Hawkeye won't tell me what he said."
"We probably all failed."
"Nah, getting hurt in action is an honor."
"Yeah, you'll be lucky if you die of Cancer before either of us dies in combat."
"Why are you so ticked?"
"I made an oath that no one would die on my command."
"And no one did."
"No, but I got hurt. So did Hawkeye."
"Hawkeye isn't the one in here, you are."
"You saw the look in her eyes. She couldn't shoot."
"But she did."
"Anyway, man, I hope you get better." Havoc crushed out the cigarette and walked back out to the waiting room signaling for Riza to go next.
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"Hawkeye." he whispered.
"Sergeant." She whispered back. She took a seat in the chair that Havoc was straddling and looked at him.
"It makes me feel so weak being here."
"It shouldn't," she whispered.
"Why not?"
"It was my fault."
"No, it wasn't, Stop lying."
"Yes it was."
"What ever." He tried to get the glass of water by the bed, but couldn't, so she held it for him. "Thank you."
"No problem. So, your not allowed to go back to work, which is a bummer, and your stuck here for...Oh, lets say...a while."
"Yeah, nice prospect isn't it?"
"Well, Command Sergeant Major, what's the next step in your master plan?"
"It's First Sergeant."
"Not anymore. You got promoted."
"What about you, and Havoc?"
"Us too."
"Wow."
"Oh, and Sergeant?"
"Yes?"
"I'll stand by your side. Through all the good and bad times, forever watching your back."
"Thanks. I'll gladly take up arms with you any day, Master Sergeant."
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AWWWWW isn't that sweet? I wanted to point out a few mistakes on my part. My ranks are by Army, I can't remember what order they go, and what are skipped. The only thing I know is that in my old JROTC Corps., CSM was the leader of Color guard. I think that can be safely assumed for any JROTC. If my ranks are wrong, please don't correct me, just go with it. Another thing I wanted to point out is that I can't tell what time-frame it's set in, so if I mix real and unreal please point it out. I mean, I won't put in TV or anything, but it's weird. They have Color photographs, and cars, but they don't have an internet? Well, then again, I guess it would screw up the storyline if Ed bought the Philosopher's stone on eBay. Anyway, for those interested in seeing my old corps, go to http/ www. pvhsjrotc. Org (Just get rid of the spaces)
Thanks again, R&R X2! (Read and Review/RizaXRoy)
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