A/N: Yesh Another continuation. Sry for the short chapter.
"Lt. Hawkeye, is there something the matter?" Winry asked.
"Huh? What are you doing here?" Hawkeye asked.
"Well, Roy actually asked me to see what was going on with you. He says you haven't been yourself for a little while now." Winry said taking a seat next to Hawkeye's desk.
Hawkeye muttered.
"What?" Winry asked.
"Nothing. Nothing is wrong with me. There is nothing-" Hawkeye was interrupted by a commotion outside the building.
"Excuse me," she said getting up and leaving the office. She left her military jacket on the back of her chair.
Surprisingly enough there was a group of Ishballan supporters protesting outside the military building. There were even a few Ishballans in the group with them.
"What is all this?" Hawkeye asked Roy.
"They're protesting the Ishballan war. Have your weapon ready, Hawkeye. They're not getting any nicer." Roy said pulling on his gloves.
Hawkeye nodded and loosened the strap on her holster.
"Wait, what are you going to do?" Winry stopped and asked Hawkeye.
"Anything that is necessary," Hawkeye replied automatically, then she stepped around Winry and went outside.
"You damn military dogs! You slaughtered hundreds of innocent people!" One protestor said.
Roy and Riza stood outside and too their verbal beating quietly, although the pressure was beginning to weigh on Riza.
One protestor got out of hand. "DIE YOU MILITARY BASTARDS!" He pulled out a rifle.
"Get down sir!" Hawkeye pushed him back.
"Dammit Hawkeye I can handle myself!" but she was already poised to shoot.
"You think that stupid pistol will stop this?"
Hawkeye flinched, he was right. She closed her eye to aim.
"Riza!" Roy cried out, but it was too late.
A couple of the protestors jumped her; causing her to drop her pistol.
"Dammit!" She shot one through the shoulder and jammed her fist into the bottom jaw of the other one knocking him unconscious.
"Oh, so that's how it is?" He charged Hawkeye with his bayonet.
Hawkeye was late in turning to see the charge. Her adrenaline fueled her movements and her body. She gritted her teeth for the attack.
The blade cut her upper arm, but she hit the charger harder. Her clawed hand struck hard into his chest. He froze and the look of death in his eyes staring Hawkeye in the face. The protestor's blood spilled on her hand and her arm.
Hawkeye came out of her fighting trance. She won the fight. Then she realized what she had done. All eyes were on her too, she could feel it. She killed him. She hadn't done that in a long time. Hawkeye pulled her bloodied hand out of the man's chest with a sickening sound. The man's body dropped and Hawkeye dropped her own head.
The protestors dispersed with the help of the military police. Hawkeye stood there. The blood dried on her hand. The man's body was taken away, and the injured protestor
"Hawkeye…" Roy started. She flinched at the sound of her name.
He stooped and picked up the discarded pistol. "Hawkeye, you were under attack. There's nothing-" he started.
"I killed him." She said quietly.
"Riza, listen-"
"Roy! I killed him!" She turned around and shouted at him. Tears started streaming down her face.
"Hawkeye, I have seen you shoot people before. It hasn't affected you like this." He reasoned.
"Roy, I've shot people before! I killed him! I killed him with my hands!" She cried out at him. She showed her dirtied hands. Then she turned and ran.
The rain began to pour.