Red Ink, or Blood?

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He was driving down the slippery road in the rain. "I've gotta get to lab five...or else they'll convince Riza that I'm the bad guy here..." he sobbed. The windsheild wipers were on heavy, and wiping as much rain off the glass as possible. Unfortunately, Roy didn't have a windsheild wiper for his eyes. Instead, he let them run down his face gently, and new ones were born, just as new rain dropped on the glass of his car.

"Damn..." he said quietly. "It's all my fault. I'm such a dumbass...sure, Fullmetal lost his arm, leg, and his own brother's body. I thought I maybe had gotten away with it without equivelent exchange...looks like I was wrong. I don't believe that Hawkeye killed them. It was a set-up. Hell, that's not even Hawkeye. It's just a confused, poor thing. It was meant to be her. With her memories, and her same eyes, and hair, and smile---"

He stopped in the middle of his sentence. "But instead, she turned out to be a creature with few memories, gray eyes, longer, darker hair, with an emotionless, but gentle face." he stopped the car. The lab entrance was smashed. He ran; ran straight to the rubble, and started moving rocks. Grunts, and sighs came out him as he did so, these weren't pebbles!

Roy snuck through the hole he had dug through. This is it... he thought. "Now, all I need to do is---"

... "Strange...I thought I heard something..." he said to himself.

"Dumbass..." said a familiar voice. Roy looked straight ahead, from where the noise was coming from. A figure appeared from the shadows. It was garbed in black cloth from head-to-toe. "Who are you?" Mustang asked. "Shut up..." said the figure.

Roy took a step closer. "Wait, are you---"

"I know who you are, and you are my enemy, my miserable creater, damn it, when something dies, that means it's supposed to STAY dead!" the shadow screamed. Mustang lifted his hand. "Don't you understand! I did it because--"

"SHUT THE HELL UP! Damn you and your excuses! Your time is up, and nobody is going to resurrect you!" the figure tore off the black cloth, and was presented as the same Hawkeye Roy saw in his office less than an hour ago, dressed the same. "I knew it was you..." Mustang said. "Of course you did! You're a freakin genius! Now, kill me once and for all!" Hawkeye demanded. "If...that's what--"

"Roy...that's what I've wanted since I saw you enter here looking for me...don't you see? I'm not Riza, the one you're looking for. She's dead! Long gone, instead, you've created one who looks like her, and barely remembers you!" she said quietly. "But..." Mustang started, and just sighed, never finishing his sentence. He lifted his hand again, and got in a snapping position. He snapped, and watched his creation burn. Much to his own surprise, he heard another laugh. Turning around, Roy saw nothing. "Who's there?" he demanded. Nobody answered. When Roy turned around to leave, he stared down at the ashes. Clenching his fists, he started out. BOOM! A bullet at his feet. Roy looked at it with curiosity. Slowly, he turned around and looked up. "Guess who?"

The last thing he remembered were those words. The next thing he knew, he was back home, sleeping on his couch. "Wha..." he asked himself. "Was that...was that a nightmare?"

He stood from the couch, and stared out the window. He was staring into nothing for quite some time. Then, he turned around, and saw an oddly placed rose that he didn't remember putting there. When he looked at it, a note was neatly tucked under it. What's this? A prank? Oh, please make this all be an April Fool's joke, or an early Valentine's Day present. he thought as he picked up the note, putting the rose aside. The writing was in black ink, very messy, and the paper was burnt. Roy's eyes widened as he read the message, which read:

Roy...

I did it. I killed them. Every single one. And here you sit, thinking this was all a bad dream. This is as real as it gets, Mustang! Face the facts...you've created a monster, and you can't even destroy it with your best attack, making you completely hopeless. I understand that you created me because you care about me; but I shall not die...until I see you dead.

Elizabeth

Mustang was crying so much, he couldn't breath. The words 'until I see you dead' were written in red ink. No... he thought. Not red ink...blood...Armstrong's, Havoc's, Breda's, Feury's, Falman's...she...she did kill them...

"And she goes by Elizabeth now..." he sighed. "Now I know how Edward and Alphonse feel, to try something ridiculous, blinded by love, and then fail, and not only fail, but have your creation despise you, and talk about you dead, and attack you, and make you feel foolish and stupid!" Roy picked up a bottle. "DAMN IT!" he yelled as he threw it across the small room. "And not only that...but flames won't work...she can reconstruct herself." He picked up the shards of glass, grabbed a pistol from his room, and went off to lab five once more without another word.

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