"Words waste time,action solves problems,huh?" he gritted his teeth while mocking Lust's comment,"I would have rathered we wasted the time,skiped the part where the one man bonfire torched us,and ran away with the blonde!"
His fingers stifly held his sides as fleashy pink skin replaced the black that his body was covered in.
After the regeneration process was complete,he lazily brushed the dead skin of his shoulder.
A small sound made him jerk his head up.
He was quite surprised to find the sound was Lust chuckling.
Envy continued to stare as he watched her shake from the slightly painful process.
Cocking his head to one side,he wondered what had made her laugh.
"My dear Envy" her voice as cool and calm as ever,"It was not a total waste of time"
There was a smirk on her lips as she explained,"We've injured the woman,that's one down.Now the other has to attack,as well as defend."
Smoothly she slid up on an unburnt desk,and crossed her legs in a very sultry manner.
The way her body was positioned made it possible for her dress to climb up her legs,showing lots of cleavage along the way.
Her eyes closed for a moment,then slowly reopened as she finished,"We now know what he cares about"
"Riza" Roy slipped,accidentaly calling her by first name,"Riza can you hear me?"
He gave a little jump and swirled around at the tiney dog's bark.
Black had finally caught up with them,and was now at Roy's heels.
His raven black hair flew everywhere as Roy shook his head in exasperation.
'If those homuculi couldn't hear us before they sure can now' he glared at Black.
Turning his attention back in front of him,he spotted a set of double doors.
Roy relaxed quite a bit as they drew nearer.
Beyond those doors would be at least forty soldiers ready to fight.
There would also be doctors who could take care of Riza.
Pushing through one of the doors, everything came to a halt.
He felt his lungs sharply released air.
He'd been holding his breath without even relizing it.
Slowly,Roy dipped his head,trying to focous on anything else but the mess before him.
All around the room,countless soldiers lay dead.
Not just dead,but tortured almost.
Bodies falling to the floor in the heat of battle,didn't land they way these did.
Someone put them like that.
Probably by breaking bones and twisting joints,the murdurers deformed thier victims.
The once clean walls were now stained with blood,and wrought with bullet holes.
His oynx eyes skimmed over them like they were a book.
Thier story about battle,pain,and ultimatly death.
Yes this was one bedtime story he knew all to well.
As he scanned the room once more,old memories resurfaced.
He now saw the Ishbal battlefield.
As he stood in the center of it,he could see a lone figure.
The dark blue over jaket the person wore,waved as they walked closer.
Flashes of white could be seen at either side of the person;and were greatly contrasted by the dark hair.
Roy shook his head,he knew what was comming.
He thought about turning away,but didn't.
Through the years he discovered that if he didn't watch these little flashbacks,they would only come more frequent and show even more horrifing scenes.
A small movement to his right,made his eyes shift to it.
There at his side,was a boy.
He couldn't possibly be more than 12 years old,but there he was defending his people.
He sat on his knees,struggling to summon the strenghth to sit up,and not cry at the same time.
Roy could quickly tell he had a bullet wound on his side.
The pool of blood beneath him made it obious it was his own.
The heavy footsteps of the lone figure he had seen before drew
nearer,then stopped suddenly.
A shadow stopped,bathing the boy's image in a dark outline of the mysterious man.
Red eyes shook violently,and the child quickly sucked in air.
Fear was coursing throughout his tiny body.
'Snap!'
There was no more boy beside Roy;only a black scorch on the earth.
The room faded back into view.
Roy had never physically left the building at all.
But that was different from mentally.
And mentally...
...He had never really left the battlefield...
The emotionally tortured Colonel stood motionless for a few seconds;
Remembering his little 'clean up' mission he had just relived.
The memory,although many years old,still a fresh wound.
Fresh,and bleeding.
He sighed,quickly pulling himself together.
'Well,at least we know why no one came to help us' he thought back to
the brief fight he had just been in.
A small stir in his arms made him look down.
Riza squirmed slightly in her sleep,her face making it clear she was in pain.
Faintly her eyes fluttered as she atempted to see.
"Mmm"she sleeply tried to speak,"Colonel,you stoped...why?"
Suddenly fully remembering where he was and what was happining,Roy spun around.
He positioned himself so that his body was blocking her eyes from the heartwrenching mess behind them.
"Just stopping to make a plan of action" he lied,quite horribly,behind a boyish smirk.
"Establish headquarters,tend to material needs,form stratigic plan of action,acomplish mission." Riza flawlessly recited an old 'rule' they had learned as cadets.
The 'Way to win!' some called it.
"Right" Roy was taken aback at her determination.
'Wounded,but not broken eh Hawkeye?' he said it to himself silently.
"Just don't wear yourself out" he really didn't have to warn her.
She was already fast asleep again.
Her honey blonde hair had totaly fallen from it's bun,and was now clouding her face.
Honestly,she didn't look like Hawkeye to Roy anymore.
She looked more like iRiza/i.
He pushed back through the doors at a fast pace,hoping Black would keep up.
A small 'pitter patter' told him the pup had made it.
Sharply he turned left to a narrow hallway that lead to an old 'panicroom.
There was food,water,and medical supplies stored there for situations just like this.
Not to mention the reinforced walls.
But how long those walls could actually hold three homuculi,he wasn't to sure of.
