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Riza's Anger
She throws a vase against the wall. It breaks into thousands upon thousands of pieces. Their resting place for all of eternity. Each piece represents one girlfriend her love has had. She collapses to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. With her head in her hands, she grabs at a jagged fragment. It cuts into her skin as if it were merely putty. She doesn't scream. She doesn't yell. She doesn't feel. All she feels is the release of pain that she has harbored for so long.
Composing herself, she felt her anger arise again. Scanning around her, she looked at the damage she had done. Chairs flipped, papers strewn all over the place and at last, her mother's vase; broken for the billionth time. She didn't like doing this to her house but it was the only way to release the anger. She flings the sharp porcelain against the wall where it makes a small dent in the wall. She walks over to the phone in the kitchen. She dials a few numbers and puts the device to her ear. It rings a few times before a woman's voice is heard.
"Tell the Colonel that I need to see him immediately. At Lieutenant Hawkeye's house, please" She gritted through her teeth.
Slamming the phone down she saw that it was stained crimson. Apparently she had forgotten all about cutting her hand. She takes a look at her wound. She presses on it harder and harder, daring the blood to rid itself of her veins. It oozes faster and faster as she pressed harder and harder. She felt faint. The world around her began to look dizzy, fuzzy. She struggles to get to the couch but fails. She can't move any further. She then fights to stay conscious. She doesn't want Roy to barge into her apartment and discover her in this condition.
She inhales deep breaths to regain her vision. Riza rises to her feet and stumbles her way to the bathroom to clean up her self-inflicted wound. Tying some surgical tape around her wrist after the blood stops, Riza manages to wipe up the massive amount of blood staining her kitchen floor. There is no evidence of her cutting, just a broken vase and sad looking furniture.
Riza hears the ring of the phone and stomps over to the phone. In her cold, strained voice she answers the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Lieutenant? Are you ok?" a masculine voice answers, Roy Mustang.
"I'm fine." She replies. She can hear giggling in the background. Disgust rises in her body, threatening to break her cover.
"Ok, well I'm kinda busy so how's about I come over tomorrow?" The disgust is accompanied by hate. How could he just be so inconsiderate? How could he abandon his subordinate for a slut? For sex? Why were all the men – no, boys – she knew all horny, sex-driven mongrels! Her upper lip curled in loathing and her nose scrunched in distaste. It's ironic that she calls him to have him come fix her house when she wishes he could fix her heart. He's too busy for everything, even helping someone he's known for a very long time. She stayed quiet for sometime, angrily listening to the noise on the other end of the phone.
"Lieutenant?" he asks.
"Fine. Good night Colonel." Riza says stonily.
"All right." He doesn't even realize the damage he's done. He doesn't notice… anything at all… that monster. She waits for the sound of disconnection, the annoying beeping. She pulls the telephone from her ear slowly. She looks at its sleek cover. Its blackness fading into the shadows. Her head snapped to the window across the room to see the last rays of the sun just peeking over the horizon. As the light fades everything becomes cloaked in darkness.
With a scream she violently throws the phone to the ground where it shatters on impact. Stepping on the pieces in her combat boots she makes her way to the front door. Not even bothering to grab a jacket for the cold night she steps out of the house to the shooting range, slamming the door heavily behind her.
Rizahawkeye21A/N: I don't know where I was going with this but if you like it, great, if not tell me and give me a legit reason. Have any questions just ask and I'll answer. Review please.