Death of a FullMetal Alchemist
Side Note: This takes place when Edward is a little bit older, now for this story to work you kind of have to disregard some things that happen in the last few episodes. For the sake of my story, Al has a real body. I know some of the things I say in here might not be true but, if I kept everything the same, it wouldn't be very interesting. So if u think there's a mistake, its not…
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA, sadly.
Chapter 1: Guess Who?
Tensions at Central were high due to the recent outbreaks of wars. It was physically impossible to have a civil conversation with anyone without biting their heads off. Around the offices, in a quiet hush, people were gossiping about the newly appointed Fuhrer, formerly known as Colonel Roy Mustang. In recent days, before the reign of Mustang, everyone knew he was on the way to the top. The day he reached it was not a joyous occasion. What should have been a day of festivities, turn into a day full of tactics, strategies, and overall hatred. Apparently someone had not been too happy with the change of Fuhrers. Or perhaps it wasn't the change. Could it perhaps have been the individual appointed? Well, naturally it was looked into. Mustang hadn't thought much of the attack at the time, but once an investigation was held, and the attack was suspected to be that of an alchemic reaction performed by a very powerful alchemist, Roy started fearing for the well-being of his life.
Weeks, months, were spent looking into it, but everyone was so tense and preoccupied with the recent war it was no longer the high priority of Central headquarters.
Mustang was sitting in his office, with his face in two months of paper work. "I think I deserve a little break." Mustang mumbled to himself. He got up and looked at the file that contained the report on the incident at Central a few months before. He was glancing at the report, when something caught his eye. He whispered, "That's interesting." He started looking through the report faster and faster, eyes wider with every page. "It can't be!" Roy rummaged through the filing cabinet looking for a specific file. When he found it and opened it, he turned pale and white. He just stood there holding the papers. The rage started bubbling up inside him. Roy couldn't move. Scieszka walked by with a stack of files and saw him just standing there.
"Sir, are you okay?"
No Answer.
"Mr. Mustang, sir?
Roy was standing there, teeth gritted. His breathing increased.
"ROY, ROY, are you okay?" Scieszka dropped her files and put her arms on Roy's shoulders and shook him. "ROY! Say something! PLEASE!"
Roy blinked his eyes hard, and looked at Scieszka with confusion. Then he looked down at the papers in his hand and brought it up to his face, rage continued to bubble
"HOW--DARE--YOU BETRAY ME!"
Then Roy crumpled the paper and lit it on fire and stormed out of his office yelling, "I'M GOING TO KILL HIM! I SWEAR TO GOD I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!"