Disclaimer: I do not own anything FMA... I only own the plot...
Ah, welcome to the second chapter! I read through the first and saw that the plot could go a long way, so I decided to continue. Plus, I love writing RoyRiza. Its just so cute!
Thanks to all my reviewers! Here's the second chapter you asked for! There may be a second chapter to Collide... but I'm still undecided on that one.
Now, on to the story!
Roy looked at Hawkeye still confused. "Roy, I think that bullet hit her harder than we're thinking," Havoc said, glancing over at Mustang from where he was sitting by the door. Mustang glanced back at Havoc and somewhat glared, not really in the mood for jokes. "I'm just sayin'," Havoc shrugged, turning back to his post.
"Sergeant, we need to get you back right away. I'm not sure how long that tourniquet may hold under these conditions," Mustang said, tightening it a second time. Hawkeye continued to lean against the wall; the words her father said pounding in her head. "Hawkeye, can you hear me?" Concern filled Roy's face as he noticed no response from her.
"I need a bottle of unaltered alcohol," she stated blankly, shifting her gaze to Roy. He blinked, not quite understanding what the alcohol was for.
"You really shouldn't be drinki—" he started to say but was swiftly cut off.
"It's not for me to drink. I need it to clean the wound and the knife," she answered, reaching into her ammo pouch for the knife she carried. It was a bit hard for her to open it with one hand. Seeing her struggle, Roy opened it for her.
"Havoc, do you have that flask on you?" Roy asked, turning to his friend. Havoc blinked at him with the look of "when do I not?" and pulled it from his inner coat pocket. Turning back to Riza, Roy held the knife in one hand and the flask in the other. "What next?"
Riza reached for the knife but Roy pulled away. "Let me do it, I can see directly into the wound," he said, pouring contents from the flask onto the knife.
"We don't have enough light in here sir… We need to move somewhere else," she said, wincing again. The blood had finally soaked the sleeve of her uniform straight through, giving it an off purple color. Roy looked around; trying to think of where they could go that was more lighted. An idea finally struck him.
"Havoc, get ready to bolt… We need to get to the far side of this town…." Havoc looked at Roy in utmost shock.
"Are you pulling my leg, sir?" Havoc inquired.
"No, Jean, I'm not. We need to get to the far side of town where, if I remember correctly, there is an old catacombs system that leads several miles out of town. If we get down there, we could make it towards Eastern Headquarters," Mustang explained, standing up.
Hawkeye looked between the two men. They were doing all of this for her. If she hadn't been so stupid and tried to shoot at the enemy from the doorway, they wouldn't be in this position right now. "Sir, that is a rather far distance… Are you sure she can make it?" was Havoc's next question.
Standing slowly, Hawkeye pulled out her other gun and held it with her left hand. "I can make it. I'll shoot with my left hand. It may not be as one hundred percent accurate as my right, but its good enough," she answered the question before Mustang could open his mouth to answer.
"Then we should get going. We want to get in there before day break, or we'll be dead for sure," he said, turning and heading for the back of the building. "We're going to stick to the alleys. It's the best way to ensure we stay out of site."
"Which direction are the catacombs?" Hawkeye asked, glancing out the window.
"They should be directly opposite us, on the other side of town. We're on the South side, and the catacombs are in the North, or at least the entrance is. From there, they head in all directions for several miles, and normally end in the next city." Sergeant Hawkeye nodded, and walked after Mustang; Havoc following the both of them with his gun ready.
Mustang closed the knife and flask, sliding them into his own jacket. They found a small section of the back wall that had a hole in it big enough for the three of them to crawl through. It was in a very dark section of the alley, giving them the perfect opportunity to start on their way to the North side of town. All three made sure their footsteps made as little sound as possible so as not to attract attention. The buildings luckily were about ten or so feet apart when the time came for them to move to the shadows of the next building.
They crossed the gap together; quick, swift and silent. It continued like this for two or three hours. Just as the reached the North area, the sun started to creep it's away above the horizon. Hawkeye and Mustang exchanged glances as they thought of how this could possibly get any worse. Right as Havoc was about to cross the next section of alleyway, several bullets flew past the opening, and lodged themselves in the adjoining wall. He froze, turning his gaze to the wall. His thoughts instantly went to those bullets were for him and that could have been him.
"We need to just make it past this last building, and the catacombs opening is right under the bridge," Roy said, checking on Riza's bandage again. Her skin had become rather pale, though she still kept pace with Mustang and Havoc. "Havoc, help me make sure Hawkeye gets across," he whispered to him. They each stood next to Riza, and together they all ran across, gunfire raining down on where they once were.
All three continued to run and soon made it to the opening under the bridge. It was a small opening that the two men could barely fit through; though Riza's smaller form easily slid between the two cracks. Havoc followed next and then came Mustang. They quickly headed away from the crack and further into the labyrinth of tunnels. After about an hour, they sat and rested; drinking very little of the water they had left.
"Sir… How did you know these were down here?" Hawkeye asked from where she sat against the wall. They were using a stick with several strips of cloth wrapped around it to light their way.
Roy smiled lightly. "I grew up in this town. I've explored every inch of these tunnels. I'm rather surprised the Ishbalans haven't been using these," he explained. Hawkeye closed her eyes, listening to Roy describe his childhood. She wondered what it must be like seeing your hometown in ruin. Mustang looked over at Hawkeye, noticing her eyes closed and her breathing slow. Standing, he went over to her side and kneeled. "Sergeant Hawkeye, you need to stay awake, its not much farther now," he said, shaking her gently.
Riza continued to stay the way she was. Mustang's mind raced; he knew if she fell asleep she might not wake up, especially after losing so much blood. "Jean, bring the light over here. I have to take the bullet out," he said, taking off his jacket and sliding it under Riza's head as he lay her down. Taking the knife and flask from the jacket, he then poured some of the contents on the knife and then the wound. Hawkeye flinched from the sudden alcohol that surged into the re-opened wound.
Havoc held the light at an angel, as Mustang started to dig cautiously for the bullet. He soon heard the sound of metal as the knife hit the bullet. Wincing himself, he carefully worked the bullet out with the knife. Ripping part of his uniform into strips, he poured the remaining alcohol on them and wrapped Riza's wound. Sitting back, Roy sighed with relief.
"Will she be alright, Roy?" Havoc asked, looking down at Roy.
"We'll have to get her to a hospital to find out," he answered. "Here, put her head in your lap so I can get my jacket on and then I can carry her." Havoc did as he was told, and then helped Roy get Hawkeye onto his back.
"You sure you can carry her?" Roy nodded, and they started to walk off once again. The eerie sound of water dripping got louder and louder as they proceeded down the catacombs. There were several puddles, showing that leaks were a strong point in the underground tunnels. A huge wall suddenly stopped them from passing any further. "What do we do now, Roy?"
"We go up," he said, pointing with one hand to a ladder in the shadows. "I don't really remember where this comes out at, but let's hope it's at least a town," he muttered, heading for the ladder. Roy started to climb up first, followed by Havoc; making sure Riza wouldn't fall, they tied her to Roy. Reaching the top, Roy pushed onto a large metal cover. It gave way and Roy slid it to the side, and continued to climb out. He looked around, seeing where they were.
"Dublith," Roy muttered, recognizing much of the town's surroundings. Havoc soon joined him, dropping the now barely lit stick into the cavern below. He untied Riza, and also dropped the rope where the stick was. They started to walk towards a local meat store to ask for where a doctor was. Havoc opened the door for Roy and Riza, and then followed them inside.
A large, muscular man was standing behind the counter wearing a brown shirt, black pants, sandals, and a white apron. He looked at the three, the expression on his face still unchanging. "Excuse us sir, can you tell us where we can find a doctor?" Havoc asked, hesitating at first.
The man just looked at them, despising the military, he continued to remain silent. "Please, sir. Our friend was shot, and she needs to see a doc—" Havoc started to say, but was cut off by another voice.
"Honey, what's going on in here?" A woman asked, walking in behind the large man. She stepped next to him, and saw Havoc, Mustang and Hawkeye. Her expression was rather cross once she noticed the military uniforms. "Follow me," she said, turning and walking past her husband and back through the door she entered. Havoc and Mustang exchanged glances and then followed her cautiously; nervous that the woman's giant husband would harm them.
She led them to the back of the store where a house was attached. They soon reached a room with a twin sized bed. "Lay her down here. I'll tend to her wounds," the woman said, gesturing to the bed. Roy nodded, and lay Riza down gently with Havoc's help. Both stood around, unsure what to do next. "Go wait in the kitchen…." Not waiting another second both left the room quickly, closing the door behind them.
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