Drabble
Rating: G
Status:
42/100
Word
Count: 200
Theme:
Roy Al #6: "Holding Hands"
Roy tried to take rational stock of the situation. He tried to think clearly, but all he could see was Alphonse's face, twisted in pain and disappointment, the latter at the knowledge that he had failed so utterly.
The older man scooped Alphonse into his arms. He had to get the boy to a hospital, that was the first step. There was one nearby, he could go there. It was within running distance, though at this point, anywhere would be in Roy's running distance.
He ran out of his house and dashed down the street, not caring about the stinging rain or the shocked expressions of the few remaining pedestrians. Roy's mind, however, was going even faster than his feet.
He had to make up a story about what Alphonse had done. Perhaps... he could say that the boy had been attacked. Yes, attacked! Possibly by a serial killer! He'd have to send his entire unit to investigate, so that it would seem legitimate... He'd need to return to the house and alter its appearance to fit the story... erase the arrays...
...but first, he needed to make sure that he never let go of Alphonse's remaining hand. Never again.