Edward managed to dodge the bullet at the last second. He decided on his best point of action; he ran. He started off running strait then broke off into a zigzag to throw the man off.
East headquarters was just ahead. He could very easily shake the man off in there. He could run into the halls and hide in Mustang's office.
Edward felt a bullet graze his arm. He could feel the warm liquid spill out in a rush. His teeth were clenched in pain and his automail went to put pressure on the new wound. The shock from the wound would settle in soon; Edward knew it.
He bolted up the steps of the Eastern Command headquarters. The man seemed to slow in pursuit. So headquarters was the right move.
Edwards slowed down when he came in, not by much, but he slowed. He passed the receptionist. He really hoped he wasn't putting her in danger by coming in. It was too late to turn back, though. He just hoped that creep would leave her alone.
The halls were quiet and devoid of life. He hurried in the direction of the Colonel's office. The soft thudding of feet on the floor was heard from behind Edward. He bolted as quietly as humanly possible with automail towards the door to Mustang's office. It was in sight, now. Upon reaching his destination, he ripped the door open and slipped in, flicking off the lights.
"Whoa, who's there?"
Edward had a moment of panic until he recognized the voice. "Colonel? What are you doing here so late?" Edward was confused. He knew the Colonel had a house, so why wasn't he there?
"Fullmetal?"
The door to the office was blown in, nearly hitting Edward in the process. He tried to run, but a hand grabbed him and twisted his arm until clapping would be impossible.
"Let me guess," The voice of the man from earlier said. "You didn't know I was an alchemist too?"
Roy jumped to his feet, making sure he had his gloves on. He wasn't sure if the man knew he was there because the room was almost black without the street lights that were out.
The lights flicked on, and Roy froze.
"Don't move, Colonel Flame." Fullmetal was being held in an awkward position so that his arm was twisted into a position that he couldn't clap in. A gun was held to his head. "It was so kind of Fullmetal here to run this way. Now, I don't have to go out of my way to get you."
Edward squirmed. "Get your mitts off me, you creep!"
Mustang wanted to tell Edward to shut up. The kid was going to get himself killed.
Mustang tried to profile the man. He was lean, about the same height a Roy himself. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. They still had the chance that they might escape this situation. The man said he was an alchemist, but that was one alchemist against the two most talented state alchemists in Amestris. He had the advantage of holding a gun to one of their heads, but they still had a chance.
They had an even better chance once Edward broke his arm free and clapped his hands, forming his automail into a blade. The man in that time fired his weapon. Edward dodged, luckily fast enough to get out of the way in time.
Roy snapped his fingers, sending flames at the man who dared touch his subordinate. Unfortunately a wall was formed in protection around the man. He never bent down to build up the creation, which was confusing.
Edward ducked behind Mustang.
"Hey, Fullmetal, what the hell are you doing?" He hissed. "I don't really like being used a human shield."
"Well, then duck!" Mustang ducked, and Edward clapped his hands. A collective bunch of spears shot out of the transmuted ground.
"Fullmetal, I don't want to die, but please don't destroy my office too much."
"I can put it back the way it was! So shut up!" Edward exclaimed in total annoyance.
Edward and the Colonel ducked behind one of the desks. "Fullmetal, what are you even doing here?"
Edward scowled. "Just focus on the guy trying to kill us."
Bullets filled the desk they were hiding behind. The sound was deafening. "Can't you use your flame alchemy?"
"Not when he's shooting at us," The Colonel hissed with a glare at Edward. "I need to be able to aim, and I can't if he is going to shoot me."
"Come out, and it will hurt less!" The man shouted, as he stopped shooting.
"Not shooting," Edward muttered.
Mustang shot up and snapped his fingers. The man jumped away.
"You get him?" Edward asked as he stood. "Nope."
The man built up another wall. They just sat there for the longest time, waiting for someone to make the next move.
"Colonel, we should move in. We are giving him too much time to think," Edward whispered.
"You're not thinking enough."
"He can't take us both at the same time." Roy stopped. They didn't really have much else they could do.
"Fine. On three. One, two, and three." They both jumped out from behind the desk, ready to be shot at. No bullets came. They advanced towards the wall. Edward went to the left, while Roy went to the right. Both thought they were ready, but neither were. Roy was met with another wall, and Edward was met with a man with a complex transmutation circle drawn on his hand. He had been prepared but not ready for the hand that grabbed his automail forearm and the flash of alchemic lightning.
Edward punched the man with his flesh first. "What did you d-" Edward's whole lower automail arm, from the elbow down, fell off.
"Fullmet-" The sound off a thump.
The man stood up again, rubbing his jaw. "About time you showed up."
Edward spun around and was met with another man he was tall with near blonde, brown hair and was wearing a military uniform. His brown eyes were filled with hate.
"Now, Fullmetal, meet my partner." A spike of pain erupted in the back of Edward's neck, and he fell to the ground and into an unconscious heap.
Riza had slept well with the little time that was given to her. She was up early for work and was heading towards the office when she ran into Havoc.
"What are you going here so early?" She asked her colleague.
"I got a call, didn't you?"
"No, what was the call about?" Hawkeye felt a shiver crawl up her spine, creating a worm of worry in her gut.
"An MP called and told me to hurry over. They said something about how they couldn't contact someone and they also said something about the Boss and Chief. There wasn't anything else." Hawkeye nodded and followed him towards the office. As they approached, any panic they had grew. The area was blocked off and blood was speckled on the ground in tiny droplets.
"What's happened here?" Hawkeye demanded, grabbing the arm of a passing Sergeant.
"Are you First Lieutenant Hawkeye? They wanted you, but they weren't able to get in contact. Let me take you over, Ma'am."
Hawkeye and Havoc followed the Sergeant passed the other MPs and into the office. It was a wreck. Everything was turned over and there were signs of the use of alchemy all over, but the thing the made Hawkeye the most sick was the far wall. On it were two coats. One pinned to the wall with a bloody knife, and the other with a recognisable shard of metal. Both coats were also recognisable. One was a bright red coat with a black flamel on the back, and the other was a military jacket. Both were soaked with blood.
"Boss," Havoc started; his voice breaking. He looked pale, almost as white as a sheet. "Chief..."
An officer walked up to them, and the Sergeant respectfully backed away. It was enough to make anyone worried. The blood, the knives, the coats, but also the space.
"First Lieutenant Hawkeye, Second Lieutenant Havoc, I am sorry to say this, but it seems that Colonel Roy Mustang and Major Edward Elric have either been murdered or brutally attacked."
Hawkeye felt sick. This was assurance of her assumption. She never should have left the Colonel. If she had been there...
Would things have gone differently if she had stayed? She couldn't stop thinking that. What if?
Tears stung Hawkeye's eyes because she, and everyone else, knew that the amount of blood covering everything was far too much blood to have come from someone who was still alive. Both Edward Elric and Roy Mustang were dead.
A/N: Random knowledge: If you are being chased by someone with a gun, run strait or zigzagged. Strait will get you farther away and zigzag with significantly lower your chances of being shot in the head or torso.
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