"It was GREAT! I was so PISSED at that BASTARD for what he did to me! I sunk the knife into his chest cavity- it took away all the pain he'd put me through. The stupid FUCK, doing what he did, he deserved to die- ALL OF THEM DESERVE TO DIE!"
"I'M NOT GUILTY OF ANYTHING, HAVOC! DON'T YOU SEE, I DON'T NEED YOUR FORGIVENESS, BECAUSE I DON'T FEEL ANYTHING! THAT MONSTER DESERVED TO-"
At the sudden noise, the guards ran in, a pistol in hand and Havoc was too shocked to do anything when they fired two shots at Edward's convulsing frame.
When he'd awoken, the gnawing feeling in his stomach had finally ceased; his release of his built up emotional torment had made the guilt that ate away inside of him finally leave him the hell alone.
Edward's eyes registered his position, currently his spinning head prevented him from focusing on the bright white sheets he lay in, the color reflecting the bleak lighting straight into his glazed eyes. Nevertheless, he'd registered that he was in a straight-jacket. His gaze darted around the room, not understanding his location.
Or...had he been here before?
"I see you're your thirty-two hour concussion enough to clear your mind, Fullmetal Alchemist?"
Ed's pupils finally rested on a white figure in the corner of the room- a matching outfit to the blank room. His top hat made it quite impossible to spot a face, though he observed a few sparse, long black hairs poked out from under the accessory.
"Who are you." Ed heard his husky voice demand dryly, shakily. He'd felt this sensation before- an uncomfortable, unfathomable recognition of his suddenly fast-beating heart and his aching shoulders, tired from the struggle of attempted escape. He tensed.
"Well, well, Mister Elric, I don't think we really need to waste time with introductions, do we? You and I are quite similar, actually: Getting straight down to the point. Correct?"
Edward, despite his recent display of insanity, still had a good sense of emotion: And by God, this man was pissing the shit out of him, telling him he wanted to get to the point when all he seemed to do was dance around the truth for his own amusement.
"Can we cut to the chase, here?!" Ed projected with apparent irritation after a long, uncomfortable silence that during his time in jail, he'd become accustomed to.
"Alright, mister Elric, no need to hurt yourself. Why don't I introduce myself, hm?" Ed rolled his eyes, remembering tat just a second ago the man had announced he didn't need to waste time with introductions.
"I'm Solf J. Kimblee, and I will be participating in your interrogation.
Havoc, like Edward, had also woke with a slight headache, although he supposed it must've come from the loud ring of the two shots that were fired into Edward's left shoulder. Snapping straight up, Jean noticed that he was still in the jail, but that someone had the courtesy to lift up his mangled body and place it on a -dreadfully- wooden bench.
He arched his shoulders, only stopping when he heard a loud, satisfying crack from his upper spinal column. Glancing around, his eyes widened slightly at the sight of none other than Riza Hawkeye.
"Lieutenant! What are you...?"
"All officers were informed that two shots were fired in this sector of Head Quarters, so I naturally came to check it out." She stated cooly, Havoc simply nodding his head in understanding.
Riza leaned a little closer to Havoc, waiting for him to notice the implications in her statement. Eventually the not-so-bright soldier, noticed and uncomfortably shifted away, to which Riza glanced at him with a raised brow.
"...Is something wrong?" He asked her.
Riza rolled her eyes noticeably, gesturing to a chair that stood beside the bench, with a small, fitted military jacket loosely hanging over it.
...and he still didn't get it.
Riza decided to get in touch with her playful side, to test how much of a complete idiot her teammate could be.
"Havoc," she began dramatically, trying to spark his interest and attention, which noticeably, it did. "I actually have something to tell you."
He jerked his head to look at her. "Well, shoot."
"It's about that jacket, though I'd rather not say it aloud." She said quietly, seeing his face light with anticipation.
"Oh," He responded, taking a quick glance around the room and noticing the shadow of two guards not so far down the hall, and figuring Riza had some sort of secret to tell him that nobody else should know, "I'll just guess then."
He studied the jacket carefully, surveying the many military weapon pockets that he also wore at the moment, examining it up and down and still not seeing the so obvious significance of the jacket. After a moment's pause, he smashed his fist into his palm, to which Riza's eyes lit up, but then drew his finger to his chin in another dive back into contemplation.
"Jean," Riza cried, exasperated. "Why don't I just tell you."
He turned to her, completely ready.
"When Roy and I first met, it was at my father's funeral. It'd been a sad evening, just the two of us however, because as an alchemist and a mentor for Roy, he was not all that social. At the time, it'd seemed like a good idea to look to one another for comfort, since he and I were feeling the same way about the unfortunate death of my dad. There was a point toward the end of the funeral where I began to cry, and Roy tried to console me."
She did some sort of dramatic pause, Jean's eyes wide with demand for more of this memory.
"And...One thing turned to another, and suddenly we were in his house- it was a nice, homey, two-story building with a large king-sized bed. His hand around my waist, I asked him to take away this silent pain that I was bearing."
Tears brimmed at the corner of Havoc's eyes, in a soap-opera fashion. He was always one for tragic dramas, though being a soldier, that feminine feature was not properly embraced.
"We would embrace, and one day, I felt a kick in my stomach. He became quite concerned with my distress. Suddenly, we had four kids. But I realized that being an officer didn't provide the proper life insurance to provide for four kids, so ...so I gave them up to the orphanage!"
Jean was stunned, the tears that were once brimming in his eyes were stilled, and he was too shocked to say anything but-
"Really?"
Riza rolled her eyes, and declared, "No, Havoc-the-ignorant, I've rejoined the military!"
She honestly couldn't believe he hadn't caught on to her obvious sarcasm.
Havoc honestly couldn't believe she had been joking at all, and that he'd believed her!
He chuckled, and soon he was in a fit of booming laughter, both from the humor and relief that Hawkeye finally was an officer again.
"I- Wow, I must be an idiot." he said, calming himself.
"Yes." She said, regaining her composure after her silly actions.
He wiped his eyes, and gave her a crooked grin, nodding his head at her. She smiled at him softly, but still held a stern look on her face: Finally, she was returning to being a Lieutenant again.
It was only after the two had sent their regards and parted ways that Havoc had deeply felt moved by his conversation with Ri- er, the Lieutenant.
Hawkeye was never the kind of person to open up, he thought while he continued his 'lax' strides from the old building. She had always kept a serious, monotone voice, although all the team knew she had a soft side for Roy, as well as the desire to protect them.
But, today had been different: She, without the continuous obligation to protect the Colonel, had been able to engage in social activity, and the burdens of her stiff personality had been lifted for a time. Havoc had found that Riza had actually been quite humorous.
It was as though- without Roy- Riza could finally let loose, and dare he say, be free.
He stopped in his tracks, briefly noting that Roy had never asked her for protection, that Roy was not intending to bind her to anybody. But, he did acknowledge that Riza had cared enough to do so anyway: To give up the course of her life, her freedom of her own choices and possibly a more simple life, all for Mustang's protection.
He grinned for a moment, remembering the ridiculous story that Riza had made up on the spot. Perhaps that's what she wished would have happened, perhaps she actually loved him.
He'd never know, now.
However, one thing was clear to him: He would dedicate more time to Hawkeye, and help her with her dream of solving Roy's murder. He felt as though, after the case began, the team had split, and yet somehow he and Riza were closer than ever. The sound of her small chuckle crossed his mind as he continued down the now empty street.
He would be her friend- something he didn't seem to do well with women, but still, he felt the need to protect her like she had to Roy.
He passed another street corner, noting the slight flicker of the lights and the emptiness of the dark street, and sketchiness of the entire scene.
"Well well well, who have we here...Jean Havoc?"
An eerie, dreadful voice shrilled behind Havoc, his shoulders snapped back as he reached for the gun in his holster.
He whirled around, his head whipping from side to side as he couldn't find the origin of the voice.
"Up here." It said with a disgusting giggle.
His heart skipped and he could hear the beating in his ears, when he squinted up at the tall building.
"Bye bye, Havoc. Don't take it personally, you just know too much."
And suddenly, a large boulder came crashing down on Havoc's frame, an obvious red tint to the grey sidewalk creeping across the pavement.