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AN: Thank you for all welcoming me back, well here it is: THE PLOT LINE. I know you've all been dying to see what is going to happen to our dear sweet Roy! Well it will be told!

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS BLOOD (AND LOTS OF IT)Actually from here out this story is going to contain a lot of blood! If you don't like blood, DON'T READ! (It is rated M after all-)

Also I know I just updated yesterday, but I have so much of this story done, I might be updating everyday from here on out!

Please Read&Review Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Scarlet Horror

Fullmetal's Return…

The doors swung open, "Where is he!" asked Edward Elric the Fullmetal Alchemist.

"I go all the way to East City to see that damn sponsor of mine, and they say 'Mustang's out, you should wait a couple days'! And then what happens, the bastard's been moved to Central!" Ed growled walking down the hall.

He came to the outside of Roy's office door, and kicked it open, "MUSTANG!" he yelled.

He saw Roy sitting at his desk looking pale, glassy onyx eyes looking at the floor. A glass of crystal water stood in front of him half of the contents gone.

"Mustang?" asked Ed walking toward his sponsor, "What the hell happened to you?"

Roy laughed quietly, "I'm not feeling well, Edward," he answered a faded smile on his pale face, "but I can assure you, it will get better!"

Ed now stood face to face with the Flame Alchemist, was he dying?

"Where were you, Colonel?" asked Ed.

"It's not polite to ask your elders where they were," he giggled, "and by the way, that's Brigadier General to you, kid!"

Ed sat down on a chair in front of Roy in shock.

"Where's Al?" Roy asked.

"He's with the Rockbells." Ed answered noticing Roy jolt when Rockbell was stated.

Roy took a small sip of water and looked directly at Edward, "I know what you're going to ask. I was in Laronya recruiting some old friends," he placed the cup down gently; "ever hear of the Saints?"

Ed shook his head.

"They were a group of State Alchemists who defied Gran's control, seven went AWOL, one has disappeared, and you're looking at the last one!"

"You were a Saint?" he asked.

"I hated it there," Roy continued, "I wish I never went in the first place, but we were necessary!"

Roy took another sip of water, "It was a massacre that lasted for seven years, until Bradley deployed us there!"

10 Years Ago….

Ishbal Massacre…

A small group of State Alchemists trekked down the sandy hills to where the State had set up camp. Most of them were adults, experienced in the art of war, except for one, Roy Mustang.

He was young, only sixteen at the time and he never saw an alchemist at war in his life. He was also very fragile; his body was not as well developed as everybody else, nor was his mind.

They arrived at camp, Roy walked into one of the tents; three men occupied the vicinity, all of them clearly older than him.

"They get new ones everyday don't they?" one asked, "And they always look younger too!"

"They look young, but Bradley knows better," another answered, "he wouldn't send a child into war!"

The oldest looking and tallest man stood in front of the child, "How old are you sprout, eighteen, twenty?"

"S-sixteen, sir," answered Roy quietly, "I'm sixteen!"

They backed away in shock.

"Holy shit," one whispered, "Vino, he's just a kid!"

Roy looked up with a smile, "Vino, as in Ryan Vino, the amazing Twilight Alchemist?"

"The one and only!" answered tallest man who appeared to be Ryan Vino.

Roy's smile expanded, "I've heard the most interesting stories about you!" he said shakily, "A natural born alchemist!"

Ryan smiled crookedly at Roy, "It's true, I don't need a circle!"

Roy looked around at the other two, confusion on his face as they stared at his gloves.

"R-Roy Mustang?" one asked, "The Flame Alchemist?"

Roy froze, how did they know?

"I've only heard of one alchemist with gloves like that and that's Flame!" he continued, "I'm Sascha North, Aqua Alchemist!"

"And I'm Deveau St. Croix, the Terra Alchemist!" concluded the final one.

Roy wiped the sweat off of his forehead causing the back of his igniter glove to get wet. The heat had gotten to him; it was well over 102 degrees Fahrenheit.

"Such a shame," he explained, "it's a shame that we have to die out here like this; I mean if they don't kill you the heat will!"

"Most deaths have been of dehydration and disease," North responded, "not actual battle wounds!"

The conversation was broken when another man entered. He was short and younger looking then the other three and he had a glowing smile across his face.

"I've got water!" he laughed, "None of us are gonna die!"

"Ryce," Deveau asked, "you didn't steal that from Gran did you?"

"Where else would I get water?" Ryce answered his eyes moving toward Roy.

He looked at the gloves, "Flame Alchemist, eh?" he asked, "I'm Ryce Richards, Volt Alchemist!"

He handed Roy a bottle of water, "Here you go kid!"

"Thanks," Roy murmured quietly starting to slowly drink the rare liquid. It was warm and sandy, but it was still water, and without it they would perish.

Present Day…

Roy slowly drank another sip of water, his hand shaking uncontrollably. After he swallowed the liquid he coughed hard, making it difficult to breathe.

"Sir?" asked Ed, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Edward," he replied hoarsely with a faint smile on his face.

"You are you dying?" he asked.

"They think its tuberculosis," Roy answered, "there was and outbreak in Laronya, I pray to God that I didn't catch it!"

Ed looked into Roy's eyes, "Then what happened?"

"Days later, we ran out of water," he took a deep breath, "and matters only got worse!"

10 Years Ago….

The four men fell to the ground breathing heavily; they had not seen water in days. On the verge of dehydration Roy fell onto his back, breath rattling in the dry tissues of his throat.

Then it came, a sudden sharp pain deep in his throat. No tears came to his eyes; there was a lack of water in his body. He coughed once, a splash of blood making its way out of his body.

"Blood?" asked Vino, "He's dehydrating, Sascha can't you alchemically make any water?"

"There's no moisture in the air," North answered, "I can't make a drop!"

Vino held Roy tightly in his arms, "St. Croix, go get a doctor!"

Deveau St. Croix stood frozen looking over at Roy, he couldn't move an inch.

"NOW!" yelled Vino hoarsely causing the Terra Alchemist to run away to get a doctor.

"You'll be alright, tyke!" soothed Ryce, "You'll be alright!"

Present Day…

"Dehydration?" Ed asked

Roy coughed softly, a drop of red dripping onto his glove.

"Mustang?" Ed asked water coming to his eyes.

"Oh Edward," Roy smiled "It seems as though I'm gone! I did catch the disease!"

Ed ran to the door, "RIZA!" he screamed at the top of his lungs.

Captain Hawkeye ran into the office and looked at Roy, he was pale white, his eyes were a glassy light grey, and on his glove was a stain. A bloodstain!

AN: Welcome to "The Flashbacks", they'll be going on for around the next ten chapters, so learn to love them! Also to answer Cherry Juisse, the OC pairing is coming up soon! Get ready for it!

Be on watch for the next chapter "Crystal Blood"! Please Review!