A/N: Hi ppl! Sorry it took so long 2 update but I had major writers block. Thank u for reviewing. Oh, and for those of you who were wondering about the dude in the last chapter…sorry. I know that James was totally random but I was trying to introduce the three sins through the eyes of someone that had never seen them before…and about him dying…well I was mad and James needed to die , but other then that I needed to put out the point that Envy, Lust, and Gluttony have no mercy. Once again this is my first fan fic so don't be too hard on me. Oh, I don't know why I have to say this every chapter but I don't own any FMA characters. Thank u 4 reading Oh and I will be using the word "she" a lot and I will be referring to two thinks no…three woman. So please pay close attention to who is who cause if you don't, I don't think it will make much sense…
She cupped her left hand over eyes, shielding them from the rain and squinted through the darkness. Her eyes were met with nothing but the emptiness of the deserted city streets. She called his name again, stopping to listen for any reply. If there was any, it was drowned out by the insistent pitter patter of the rain hitting the ground. She cursed under her breath as the rain began to come down harder. She called his name again, this time answered with a low mumble. She twisted her body to where the mumble came from, in the ally behind her, gripping her gun tighter.
"Colonel!" she called again. Her call was echoed with a moan. She drew a sharp breath, and then ran towards the ally, stopping to peer around the wall with her gun at the ready. She squinted through the rain, scanning the ally for the source of the sound. There in the shadows, hunched in the corner, was the colonel. He stood motionless, hunched over with his arms around his stomach. He slowly removed his arms from his belly, using them to support his weight against the wall. She looked to where the colonel's hands were once covering and gasped. His once blue uniform jacket was now a crimson red; the source of the blood seemed to be a stab wound below the colonel's chest. He turned and placed both of his hands on the wall, dropping his head between his arms and coughing up what little blood he had left. She swallowed hard as a feeling of hopelessness enveloped her. If I would've been there, if I would've been there to help him….protect him from whoever did this… She mentally slapped herself. Stop it! She told herself. You may have not been there to help him then, but you can now…
She shook away the feeling and took a deep breath, composing herself. Then began to run towards the colonel, but stopped dumbfounded at what lay ahead of her. There, standing above the colonel, was a woman. Her clothes were identical to the colonel's once blue uniform and her seemingly long blonde hair was pined up….with an oddly familiar clip. The woman looked at him with cold hazel eyes, a gun held in her outstretched hands, pointing towards the colonel's turned back.
She gaped at the woman. Wh-what is this? She thought. No…she…it can't be. Her thoughts were interrupted when the colonel's worn face turned slightly to the woman, revealing a swelling on his left eye and his bottom lip slashed. He turned his body to face the woman, still leaning against the wall for support. "Lieu- Lieutenant……help me back to headquarters…I've got a lead on-" He dropped his head, coughing a heap of blood on his already blood-drenched uniform. He looked back up to the woman, and then turned his attention to the gun in her hands, pointing to his chest now. His jet black eyes searched hers.
"Riza?" He said in a confused voice. The woman's lips curved in a smile, as her forefinger longingly caressed the trigger of the gun. "Yes, Sir." She said in a cold, hushed voice. She chuckled softly at the colonel's confused expression and then raised the gun so that it was now pointing towards his head.
No! She thought, still standing there, gaping at the woman with the gun. She raised her own gun and pointed it towards the woman. The feel of her finger against the trigger was natural now and she sure as hell she wasn't going to miss her target. But as her finger began to pull back the trigger, a sharp throbbing pain began to form in her stomach. Without realization, the gun fell from her hand .She held back a scream, in fear of making the woman standing over the colonel act sooner. She clenched her teeth and looked up. Standing before her, was a second woman. She wore a long black dress and her long wavy black hair fell pass her waist, covering the left side of her face. Her gloved hand was outstretched towards her way. But her fingers… they stretched forward piercing her stomach. The woman's purple painted lips curved in amusement. "Lieutenant Hawkeye, I presume? It's a pleasure to meet you. I would shake hands, but as you can see mine are a little tied up at the moment." She held back a moan of pain and looked over to where the Colonel stood, still oblivious to her presence. He stood, still looking at the woman with the gun with a confused and...some what hurtful expression
"Colonel…." She whispered, biting her lip to prevent the scream of pain that threatened to escape her lips as the second woman raised her arm higher, driving her fingers even deeper into her stomach. She bit her lip even harder, causing a trickle of blood to drip down from her lip, and rest on her chin. The first women still stood facing the colonel, her eyes piercing his, as a sickening smile spread across her face and her finger pulled back the trigger.
"Nooooo!" There was nothing she could do….she was stuck…useless…She squirmed, attempting to free herself from the woman's fingers, only making them drive deeper into her stomach. "Nooo! COLONEL! ROY!" Her calls were never heard, for they were drowned out by the sound of gunshots…
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"No!" Riza Hawkeye sat up bolt right up in her bed, panting. Her pajamas clung to her sweat drenched body as she looked around, realizing that it had just been a dream. She took a breath of relief then cupped her sodden face in her hands. This was the 5th time she had had that dream …and each time it seemed more real and horrifying then the last. She didn't understand why she kept having it…it felt so real each time yet…it made no sense. But…the details…the faces…..the expressions…the feeling of hopelessness that had so completely enveloped her…it all had felt so real. It had gotten to a point when the dream was all Riza could think about every second of every day. She had even attempted to return to work, in hope of getting her mind off the dream, even after the colonel had noticed a change of her behavior and given her a vacation. Alas, her attempt failed and she had relived every terrible moment of the previous nights dreams in her mind.
But Riza wasn't new to nightmares...no…horrific memories of the war in Ishbal continuously haunted her dreams…but…this was different…The Ishbal war had already happened, and it was normal to have nightmares of people or events that had left an emotional scar in your life but…the dreams she had been having lately had nothing to do with the war…And the woman…the one who had been standing over the colonel…she was…
Riza's thoughts were interrupted as she heard a low whimper. She looked up to see Black Hayate, sitting patiently at the foot of her bed, with his head tilted to the side looking questionably at his caretaker. Riza looked at the small canine and couldn't help but smile…She yawned then rubbed her head. "I suppose your wondering why I'm still asleep…"She pushed the blankets off her then slid her legs to the side of the bed and sighed. The colonel himself wasn't aware of the dreams Riza had been having lately, and she didn't plan on him finding out either, but he had noticed a change in his subordinate's behavior, and had made it a 'direct order' for her to take the day off and get as much rest as she needed. Riza smirked to herself then stood up. Realistic dreams or not….it was going to take a hell of a lot more then that to keep her from doing her job…
Riza arrived at Headquarters an hour later. She was greeted by the salutations of her fellow officers, walking down the hall. She returned their greetings and nodded her head in response as she reached the colonel's office door and turned the knob and walked inside. She was not surprised to see him in the middle of the room, heading towards the door with his coat in his hand.
Roy stopped dead in his tracks and sighed. "Back again, Lieutenant?" Riza strolled passed him to the coat rack, hanging her coat. "It's good to be welcomed back, sir" She said in a calm tone, without turning around. Roy rubbed his head then turned to face his lieutenant. "I hadn't meant it in an offensive way, Hawkeye. But this is the second time that you've disobeyed a direct order from your superior officer. I clearly remember telling you yesterday that it was an order for you to stay home until you have received the proper rest. I can not afford to have any of my men lose an inch of sleep if it's going to affect their work habits. Now I'm go-" Riza turned around and crossed her arms, interrupting him.
With all due respect, sir, you even said yourself right now that it was an order for me to stay home until I felt that I've had enough rest. As you can clearly see, I am an hour late, meaning that I have gotten as extra hour of sleep and I feel that I am fully rejuvenated." She turned her attention to the colonel's desk and the pile of paper work on his desk. "And speaking of work habits, Sir…forgive me for asking but, if I remember clearly….the due date for a good amount of those papers is exactly an hour from now….have you even touched them?" Roy opened his mouth to object when the door opened again to reveal warrant officer Vato Falman, Sergeant Kain Fuery and second lieutenant Heymans Breda.
The three officers walked in saluting to the colonel then turned their attention to Riza. "Lieutenant, Hawkeye, your back. The colonel said that you were going to be out for awhile. I was starting to worry…" Breda said, leaning in towards Riza, whispering, "He hasn't put a dent in that paper work." Riza nodded then cast a warning glance to the colonel then returned to her own desk, followed by the her fellow officers to their own. Fuery sat down at his desk then looked around questionably. "Huh? Where's second lieutenant Havoc?"
The colonel sighed then walked to the coat rack then hung back up his coat, apparently forgetting about his previous plans of leaving the office early. "Lieutenant Havoc will be back next week, he's taking a break from the office chaos." This caused a mixed reaction among the three men officers. "Havoc gets a vacation? Hey boss, I want a vacation." Breda spoke up, with Falman nodding knowingly in agreement and Fuery nodding shyly. Roy walked passed their desks to his own, and sat down. "All three of you will get a vacation as soon as I feel you deserve one." This answer received a mumble from the men, who all looked at Riza, who was already starting on her own paper work. "With all due respect, Lieutenant Hawkeye, why would you pass up a chance to get out of work?" Falman asked.
"Because I didn't fell it necessary Falman." She replied, without looking up. This received a smirk from Breda, who was still sulking…"Women…" Riza looked up at him, with eyes that threatened to kill, causing all three men to cower in fear.The colonel laughedthen quickly looked back down to his papers under the glare of his subordinate female officer…
Lily:Srry, I think this was pretty short butI just got off writers block and I promise it wont take me that long to update this time. Review please Criticism ismore then welcome...