You know how this works. I don't own Roy (don't I wish), I don't own his staff, and I don't own Central. Pretty much the only things I do own are the plot, my character (General Ree), and the academy (yeah, that was me). Quick background, I brought Hughes back (yeah, saw that coming, didn't you?) because he's too awesome to die. The grave can't stop him! Well, that's enough of that, let's get this party started.
Arika
and Roy went on their first date that night. It was perfect. They had
dinner at the finest restaurant in Central. They went dancing for
hours. They even took a walk through Central Park. They were on their
way home, when they walked into an alley and some soft music started
to play. Roy pulled her close and started to dance. Arika laughed,
"Roy, you're a madman!"
He smiled. "So?" was his only
answer.
He dipped her and he spun her and something was wrong.
There was a pain, in her stomach, she guessed. She put her hand to
her stomach, and when she pulled it away, it was slick with dark
blood. She knew this should probably upset her, but she was more
interested in the buildings that seemed to move around her. Wait, a
small part of her thought, the buildings aren't moving, I'm
falling. She expected she should hit the ground soon, but it didn't
bother her. It didn't bother her, either, that she couldn't see
anything anymore. She could hear a voice, a man's voice, from what
must be very far away, calling out a name, over and over. It sounded
muffled. "Arika," the voice seemed to say. I do hope she answers
soon, she thought, so he'll quit shouting. The small part of her
mind spoke up again. Wait, she thought, that's my name. He's
calling me. Then the distant voice faded out, and all thought went
with it.
Something was wrong. The look in Arika's eyes told Roy that something must be wrong. And then she fell. He caught her in time, but she was bleeding. Her stomach was bleeding badly. He took his jacket and tried to stop the bleeding with it. He started talking to her, but then her eyes closed. He had to keep her alert, focused. He started shouting her name. Her body sent limp in his hands. He felt her neck for a pulse, but she was gone. He stood up. He walked over to a wall in the alley they had danced in, and he started to hit his head against it, softly at first, but with growing force. He started to shout as he hit his head on the wall. THe alley randg with cries of "Dammit! dammit dammit dammit!" When he stopped, he turned his head to where she lay, now with a small crowd around her, and he found that he couldn't look at her. He turned his head in the other direction. He spotted something, something familiar. He walked over to it, and he stood there, in front of it for a long time. When, at last, someone asked him what he was staring at, he pointed to a small white mark over a cracked brick.
The End
Yes, good readers, that's the end. Feel free to read, review, and check out the sequel, Reqiem for an Alchemist.
