A/N: Last chappy: Ed's short rant was actually dreamt up (literally) by my friend Maija. She gave it to me for the purpose of this fic. And don't worry there is at least one more rant in this fic, and some else shares it with him. You'll never guess who.
Title: The title of this fic wasn't thought up by me. I got the title, again, from Maija. The title will also come up in the fic. It will be spoken by both the man (later chapter) and Riza (last chapter). This story will probably have just under 25 chapters. Maybe more, I don't know. I've almost finished writing the story sadly. I'm writing it out in a book and then typing it up. I've just written the part where the storm begins (both literally and figuratively). You'll understand when I reach about Chapter 15 or so.
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No one wanted a mini Royai sign. twirls stick of a mini Royai sign between fingers while standing among many boxes full of them and leaning on a stand Why? Why doesn't anyone want my Royai signs?
BTW, if you don't know about the almighty Royai sign, read my story 'Rain Drop Reflections'. It comes up in the Author's notes at the end.
Anyways...
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Chapter 9
His Reason, Her Prayer
Her amber eyes opened. She groaned. Her body ached but at the same time it felt numb.
One by one, she pulled her feet under herself and stood. She impressed herself by accomplishing that small feat as her mind was so groggy.
"I was wondering when you'd wake," a voice colder than the room itself spoke from somewhere in the darkness.
It was then that she sensed another presence in the room. Her eyes darted around, looking for the owner of the voice. She saw a shadow move and spotted him.
He grinned maliciously at her as he stepped closer and closer until he was right next to her. In his hands he held a black box. A fairly large, black box.
"Heh heh. I've had you here for 9 hours now. Most of which you've been unconscious for, but no matter. It just means that I've had the time to leave a present for Mustang which I know he found about 6 hours ago. I watched all of their faces as they figured it out. They looked horrified. Especially that Lieutenant Colonel of yours," the man laughed manically.
"W-why are you doing this?" Riza asked her captor.
"I told you, my dear, for revenge," he replied as he set the box down on the table behind him. He turned around and walked over to stand in front of her. He grasped her chin and tilted her head up to look directly into his cruel eyes. When he grabbed her chin she tried to back away but he held her firmly. He trailed a finger down the side of her face as he spoke. "I'm gonna make him watch as I kill you. I'm gonna make him watch as your blood spills all over the floor. I'm gonna make him watch as I destroy your life, like the two of you destroyed mine," he released her forcefully, causing her to stumble. This time she caught herself. He went to the table and picked a small knife up. He turned back around and stared into her pain- and hate-filled eyes. "Then I'm gonna kill him." He threw the knife and it lodged itself in her arm. She gritted her teeth. She refused to give him the satisfaction of her screaming.
He walked over to her and grasped the knife handle.
"Then I'm gonna mail both of you back to the military, piece by piece," he spoke cruelly. He pulled down on the knife, which had pierced all the way through her arm at about the middle of her forearm.
"Ahhahhhhahhh!" a scream ripped from her throat before she could stop it.
He grinned even wider and released the knife. He then went back to his table.
She did not have the good fortune to pass out this time. Her head fell forward as she panted, almost gasping for breath. That had hurt, a lot. It didn't help that the knife was still in her arm either. At this point, she was amazed to realise that she was still on her feet. How, she did not know.
"I've been waiting for you to wake up so that I could show you my latest acquisition," he said as the sound of latches unhooking rang throughout the room.
She looked up at him as he spoke. She watched as he pulled a very large knife from the box. The shiny silver blade glinted in the small, dim amount of light coming from a lamp that hung above the table. She could see intricate designs carved into the metal and the handle was made from a shiny onyx metal material.
"I saw it and thought that it would be perfect," he said as he admired the blade, his back still to her "Perfect for chopping up someone as beautiful and delicate, yet strong, as you. It's also perfect for Mustang. It's masculine yet feminine all at once," he turned to her and held the blade out "Just perfect. Don't ya think?" he walked closer to her.
She glared and spat in his face. It got him in the eyes.
"Ha," she smirked, her breath coming out in a puff of cold steam.
He laughed slightly and wiped the spit from his face with the sleeve of his long-sleeved shirt.
"Did you forget about this?" he asked as he reached up and twisted the knife in her arm 90 degrees.
"Nngahhhng!" she cried. Her body slumped and she was no longer standing. She could feel the warm blood pouring out of the wound and out onto her arm. It soaked through her jacket sleeve too. The blood stained even more of her uniform purple.
He set his new knife back in its box and closed it. He grabbed a large kitchen knife and walked behind Riza.
"I'll be taking these too," he told her.
He grabbed the collar of her uniform, put the knife behind it with the sharp edge facing him and sliced down the back of her jacket. He then went around to the front of her and unbuttoned the jacket. Each half hung limply from her body. He then cut a large tuft of her hair off and removed her holster.
He went back to the table and set the knife, hair and holster down before walking back over to her left side, the side closest to the table. He grabbed the left half of her uniform and pulled it hard. Hard enough to rip it off of her arm, the only thing holding it on. Hard enough to rip the knife in her arm out and allow it to clatter to the floor slide somewhere unknown.
Another scream tore itself from her throat and she went limp again. Blood seeped heavily down her arm.
The man collected the three items he had removed from her and moved across the room to the door, leaving her hanging by her wrists from chains in nothing but her uniform bottoms, her boots, her brown short-sleeved turtleneck top and half of what used to be her uniform jacket.
"I'll leave you to get some rest," he said. Then he flicked the light switch near the door off and left.
Riza was now alone in the freezing room in total darkness. There was a small window, but stars were visible through it, confirming her theory that it was now night.
Tears began to stream down her face, some freezing to her icy skin.
With her head bowed forward she prayed. "Please Roy. Please come soon. I need you to save me…to save me from…Barry the Chopper…" her voice faded out as she lost the fight to stay conscious once more.
A/N: AAAHHHHH! ducks flaming cattle skulls, rotten fruit and other objects being thrown I'M SORRY! THIS IS A VITAL PART OF THE STORY!
I apologize once more for the cliff-hangers! Honestly, I didn't mean to write in so many, but…uh…you might wanna get used to them. They're kinda at the end of every single chapter. shrieks and hides from angry fans SORRY! offers box of cookies as peace offering They're yours if you don't kill me or harm me in any way! At least until I finish writing and posting this story!
Fifth and, I think, final OC makes her first appearance next chapter.
Next Chapter: A Disturbing Package
Preview:
Private – Um, a woman in a green dress with brown hair came into the building and asked if I could deliver this to you, sir. She handed it to me and walked off before I could ask anything about it.
Roy – And you brought it here! It could be dangerous!
Private – But it's soft, sir. It feels like cloth.
in booming TV voiceover guy voice like heard in old shows Tune in again in the next few days for Chapter 10 of …Every Dog Has Its Day.
Yours truly,
E.T.