Roy/Ed 45 Themes
Don't Touch Me
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"Stop," the voice yelled, ringing out in the dark night.
A tall figure was crouched over his victim. The knife held in the air glistened against the moon. He turned towards the sound of the voice, his eyes filled with anger and shock. Anger, that he had been disturbed, and shock, that someone had found them in the lone alley.
Roy had been walking home, when he had heard the muffled screams, and the sound of hitting. He wasn't surprised to find someone being mugged in the alley. It was who was being mugged, that surprised him. It made his blood boil with anger, and all thoughts of stealth flew from his mind as he shouted stop.
"Leave him alone," Roy spoke angrily.
The man turned menacing eyes to the boy on the ground one last time before facing Roy. He held his knife at ready, and started towards him in a rush. Roy was prepared though. With a simple snap of his fingers the man was running from the alley. The seat of his pants burning bright orange and red from the flames.
Turning around, Roy made his way to the boy still crouched on the hard pavement.
"Edward," Roy spoke quietly.
"No," Ed shouted in panic. "Don't touch me!"
"Ed it's me," Roy tried again.
This time Ed slowly looked at Roy. Realization struck, and Roy soon found himself with an armful of Ed. Ed buried his face deep into Roy's chest letting the tears fall, and the sobs soon racked his body.
"Please," Ed choked out between breaths. "Please, don't let him touch me."
Roy held tightly to the small blond. Running his hand soothingly through his soft hair, trying to keep his own tears in check.
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