A/N: ok people here is Ch. 2 of Killing Pride. Ok here are some rules that I am setting up:
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ok so let the story continue
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A few days pass…………

The day finally came, Roy Mustang's funeral.

The military held a funeral march for Mustang. His Casket was carried throughout Central for the people to give there last respects Black banners were hung off every lamp post and a black flag was hung in all the windows. People were crying in the streets. The sky seemed darker than normal and was on the verge of crying. The day was truly melancholic.All of Mustang's closest friends and his superiors, excluding King Bradley, started filing into the church. It was an old church that had been there for centuries statues of biblical figures were everywhere, the church had a grim feeling to it. Light barely came through the great stained glass windows. They depicted great battles and emotional times. The church had draped black cloths and banners throughout the room and on the pews. The nice maroon carpet was replaced by a black one.

In the back of the church was the body of Roy Mustang in a half open casket. The casket was made of black maple with smooth red velvet interior. Roy was wearing his military uniform. After a lengthy sermon everyone formed a line to walk by the body to bid their final respects. Havoc, Armstrong and the others place a group picture of them in the casket.
"We'll miss you Roy "said Havoc.

The gang walks away slowly with tears in their eyes.
Next in line was Riza . Who was dressed in her uniform but had a black band around her arm and had a black veil across her face. She approached the casket. "I guess I couldn't protect you then sir. I'm sorry." She bent down and kissed him on the forehead. Her eyes shot open in surprise. The body it was warm, not the normal room temperatures that dead people are suppose to be, he was warm. She sent a glance to the Elrics. Edward who was a few people down the line caught her glance and nodded a bit in understanding.

Gracia, Mrs. Hughes, placed a picture if Maes and Roy smiling, arm in arm at Maes wedding. Both of them looking like it was the best day of their lives. Maes's daughter Elisia, who was still young at the time, placed a drawing of Roy. It was drawn with crayons, yet it still had some charm to it.

Just before Alphonse walked up to Mustang, Riza ran back to Roy and places his favorite gun. "I'm sure that you'd want this buried with you." She said weakly. As she looked at his face she swore that she saw the corners of his lips curl up into a small grin.. She quickly did a double take but his face was as normal calm face of one who was about to be but to rest."I must be imagining things "she whispered to herself. " I guess my mind is thinking of him." She looked at him one final time and walked off.

Alphonse patted her back as she walked away. Al stood there looking down upon Roy.
" I really don't know what to say to you. We've been through so much Anyways, thanks for everything." Al closed his eyes for a moment of silence the walked off to join Riza who was on the verge of an emotional breakdown.

Finally it was Ed's turn. He walked up to the casket with his eyes closed , when he opened them he looked down upon Roy who looked as though he was just sleeping.

"Oh Roy, why did you have to leave? We still want you here….I need you here." Ed looked down absently. His vision blurred and tears threatened to fall. He wiped his eyes and pulled out a sealed envelope. "This is a letter retelling all the times we shared the good and the bad". He smiled weakly. He was just about to place the envelope the sound of thunder reached Edward's ears.

The day really did mourn him. There was a brief pause then the church doors slammed open revealing a man drenched to the bone. One could not tell his face but he wore a navy coat and shirt and brown pants that were all plastered to the man's body. Edward turned around to see who had intruded the funeral. He looked at the man whose face was covered with a slight black stubble.

The man started to walk down the center aisle. Riza stepped in front of him.

"what are you, and what are you doing here?" she barked angrily.

"Riza, move out of the way." said the man sternly. She recognized his voice and backed away immediately.

A moment later the man was in front of Ed. Ed looked up at the man and studied the part of the man's face that was visible. He reaches up and pushes the man's wet hair out of his face.

"It's you, how can this be?" Ed asked.

"It's a long story" the man replied.

Ed eyes widened quickly. Just as he turned around to face the casket, the corpse of Roy Mustang sat up gun in hand and pulled the trigger. The man shoved Ed out of the was nearly missing the bullet.

"Damn" cursed the corpse.

Ed backed away both the man and the corpse with a confused look in his eyes.

"wait, what's going on, I'm confused" he stuttered as he backed into a pew. "You're Roy Mustang "he said as he pointed to the corpse. " and you're.."

"Roy Mustang " said the man " The true Roy Mustang."" Can you prove that?" asked the corpse as he climbed out of the casket.

" Yes I can" stated the man.

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ok that was Chapter 2 .

Find out next time so see how The Man can prove him self.

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