A Life For A Life
"Sir?"
I hear her call. In my mind behind my closed eyes, I see her standing before me, ready to work as always. Her long blonde hair clipped up neatly in her twist-flip-tuck style. Her deep amber eyes boring into my darkened soul. That bright crisp and clean blue military uniform with the shiny golden bars and black boots. Her right arm raised into a stiff salute. Not a hair out of place on her perfect figure.
"Colonel, please do your work, sir. You'll never become Fuhrer if you don't."
She was the only one, besides Maes and myself who knew of my true dream and goal. To make the world a better place. How foolish was I to think I could do it. In my mind, I hear her walk across the hardwood floor and stand behind me, folders in arms, reading over my work for errors. The only error is me. She is the picture of perfection in both military and civilian alike. I am the fool.
"Roy, is everything all right?"
I can almost here her smile, and that makes me smile. I open my eyes and look around. She's not there. She never was there and never will be there again. My foolish pride and blind ego got in the way. My smiled fades as my surroundings begin to register in my mind. A dark dirty room filled with alchemy books and transmutation circles. Blood is splattered on one wall as the light from the open windows begins to fill my eyes.
"What have I done?"
A movement in the corner of the room tells me something went right. It's Maes, he's okay. Thats good. But then something in my heart tells me something is wrong. I look around but something is missing. I'm in my office back at Central. That blood. What have I done?
"Roy... what happened?"
Maes questions as he holds his head in pain. My only reaction is to run to the source of the blood. Redness covers the far wall and floor. Blue uniform apparel lays among the blood. I reach out and hold long blood stained strands of hair. Her hair. What have I done to her?
"Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is Alchemy's First Law of Equivalent Exchange..."
"Roy, is that Lt. Hawkeye?"
A/N - Creepy? Would he really do that? I don't know. But I had to write it.
Please review. Constructive criticism accepted. No FLAMES (Thats Roy's job only). Please look in my profile oo0AnimeChild0oo for all my other stories. And again, thanks for reading.
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