(A/N) This fic seriously gives me the chills...

"When will you stop following me?" she was beggining to sound frustrated with me.

"Well for one thing I don't even know your name miss..."

"Hawkeye." she replied bluntly "Riza Hawkeye. Now if you don't mind sir I-" she was stopped abruptly when I stood real close to her whispering in her ear.

"Mustang. Roy Mustang." A disgraceful appearance of fear fell upon her face. I wondered what I could possibly have done. But when I turned around, I understood.

A kid who must have been around twelve years old by looks, was pointing a rather large looking machine gun at me. He had blonde hair... and eyes... his eyes were... an amber color, that had a certain feel to them.

"DAMN YOU!" The kid screamed at me. "You killed Alphonse you bastard!"

"What the-" I started, but Riza tried to speak calmly "I believe he's refering to the child you killed not that long ago. I remember seeing him around there. I recognize his metal limbs.

"Give me one good reason, why I should let you live?" He glared at me icely.

I reached for my gun but Riza stopped me.

"If you kill him," she said sternly "wouldn't you be just as bad as him?"

He stopped. His face warming up a bit, he slowly lowered his gun.

"Sh-she's right...I won't... not again..." he slowly broke into tears. "Dammit why did it hafta be Al he never did anything wrong!"

Riza put her hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.

The boy looked up at her. "What's your name?" Riza asked soothingly.

"Edward." he replied making my heart jolt. His name. Was that of my brothers. "And you don't hafta act like I'm a little kid," he continued "I'm sixteen."

Both me and Riza's jaws dropped open at this rather surprising new. Stupidly I spouted out "Damn kid, you're short!"

Then I remembered he had a gun on him. I didn't make that mistake again for awhile. Thank God for Riza's ability to calm people.

I still followed Riza, as did Edward. She had this sort of, electromagnetic pull to her, that attracted people. Though I wasn't sure why.

"You two remind me of starving stray dogs." she said not even bothering to turn around.

-

It'd been bothering me for awhile. That damned Edward. There was just something, something about him. It was so strange.

Edward and I had traveled with Riza for about a week so far. We just followed her wherever. Only she knew where we were going. Not that it mattered. We just wanted to understand her. Or at least I did. I had no clue what the hell Edward was doing.

Riza had decided to stay in a hotel room that night. She took the bed. Edward and I had taken to the floor quite nicely after her murderous threats.

As I layed there on the floor staring at the celing, trying to sort my brain out I heard something.

It was a crackling noise. It got louder. Suddenly there was a disgusting smell in the air. It was the smell of smoke.

I stumbled over to the window to get a better look. The entire building was a blaze of fire.

I soon noticed Edward to had been waken and looked out the window.

"We have to get out of here fast." I said looking over to Riza, then over to the door. "Oh hell." I said as I watched our only escape burning like crazy.

(A/N) Yeah not much to it yet, but please review anyway.