Gwg: Another update coming with a break in school. Sorry it took so long, but I hope you guys enjoy it! And just in time for the New Year! Yay! Happy New Year (Year's Eve) everyone!
When I Was Gone
Chapter Three
Musings of the Captive
A week missing from his life...minutes and hours drifting by without notice. In this world of pain everything was numbed, everything but his thoughts. And in that dream-like haze it felt as if he'd never see the light of day again. The sun could not reach him any longer...and therefore his thoughts were all of what lay within the damp darkness surrounding him. For once Roy was afraid of that which was beyond his sight.
It hadn't been like this since the Ishbal Massacre, when if you weren't careful a single off beat step would cause your demise. He'd watched comrades and enemies fall like flies...and the death seemed to be unending. A single turn around a corner could result in injury or death...he'd witnessed it first hand. Friendly faces were soon buried beneath the sand while some had only the debris of fallen buildings to protect their bodies from the birds of prey...
Why the hell did I have to survive such a massacre? he asked himself mentally as he remembered the Rockbells and Doctor Marcoh. Without the man he wouldn't be here today, for he surely would've taken his life in a druken bout of guilt and regret. If the whiskey had been unattainable, even with the gun, he wouldn't have even thought of such a drastic measure as suicide. So to justify his life and his reason for living...he'd let the good Doctor Marcoh leave with his research.
Roy Mustang had a lot of regrets in his life...but something he regretted most was justifying the kills he made. Mankind always tried to justify their mistakes or their motives...when they were never justifable in the first place. A sigh escaped the Colonel as he closed his dark onyx eyes. Edward must be worried sick about him. At the thought of his lover, something in his chest started to ache. He wondered how many letters were just waiting for him with Hawkeye. Roy also wondered about how the war was going...if it was still being fought at all.
Damnit...I hate being helpless... he thought to himself with a glare at the bars. Maybe God just wanted to give him a wake up call of some sort. One that required being the play toy of an insane homunculi. Speaking of which...he could hear the faint clicking sounds that registered with Envy's steps. With a tired glare he closed his eyes again, knowing that his break was over.
Author: Yes, I know nothing very interesting happened in this chapter (even though you guys waited forever for it). I hope to add the next chapter quickly, because I think I know where I want this to go now. Anyways, I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I had writer's block for so long it wasn't funny. So please forgive me because the next update should be quicker!