Chapter 5: "Skyscraper" – Demi Lovato (no judging).

Ed was in shock as he watched Song willingly vanish with those men. "Don't follow, I earned this," she said as she left. Tears began to form at the corners of his eyes. How could she allow this, this thing to happen? Why would she ever go willing with a bunch of terrorists? Then he realized it was the moment he was pinned down, that she made that arrangement. It was his fault, all his fault. "Armstrong, I need a phone now," Ed demanded.

Armstrong led Edward to a secure line, and Ed dialed Mustang's home number that was given to him. "Who is this at this hour?" asked a sleepy Mustang.

"Colonel Mustang, it's Ed. We have a problem."

"Are the Burkhardts okay?"

"They're safe, sir, but it's Song. The ones who attacked must've found out who was guarding the Burkhardts or something, I really don't know. Song has been captured by fellows of Buren. She claimed it was her that killed Buren, is that true?"

"Yes, Song went after them after you were hospitalized. What matters is getting her back. Can you describe these men?" asked Mustang. Ed gave a description of the ten men plus their leader, who took Song. "I'll get Hughes on it as soon as possible. Time is of the essence, she's probably somewhere in Central. Don't worry we'll find her." But will she still be alive thought Edward. This event had really shaken him up. Why did Song feel the need? Was she really not willing to risk his life? She did not know him that well, or well enough to sacrifice herself.

"Mustang, why would she do it?"

"Do what?" Ed explained what happened to Song that night; "It seems to me, from what I've read about her, that she feels the need to protect everyone on her team. She knows she's strong and takes on a protector role for the group. You've earned her respect somehow, to warrant this kind of response. Well I need to get started our time is limited, and Song doesn't have much time right now."

Song awoke in a warehouse, her wrists bound, but for some reason her legs were not. Either they were very sure about their security or something she didn't want to think about. The leader approached her. She then got a good look at him; he had sandy blonde hair and light brown eyes. He had the look of being unwashed and unkempt. Something about the way he looked at her unnerved her deeply. "You're so lucky you're so lovely," he whispered huskily into her ear, "Our men have been so lonely for so long, and you really could be of great assistance to us. You get to be our little toy. The more cooperative the longer your life will be. The more you struggle against you, you will be killed without a second thought."

Her mind began racing, she needed to survive long enough to be found. The thought of what she would have to do sicken her greatly, and nausea was beginning to rise in the pits of her stomach. "Since you held me against my will, killed my partner, and killed my friends, I get to be first to break you," he said in her ear. Chills swept down her spine, sweat began to appear on her forehead, "Don't worry you might enjoy it," she as he reach to strip her of her black shorts leaving her almost naked. He then undid her top and she sat completely bare in front of him. "So beautiful," he muttered as he took her breast and invaded her body. She let a scream as he invaded her. Song retreated into the darkness of her mind and began thinking of different fire jutsus to occupy her mind. Please find me, she thought to herself.

"No one's seen anyone who matches those descriptions in Central. We've been searching all over, and still no signs," informed Hawkeye to her superior officer, Mustang. It had been a week since Song's disappearance. They needed to find her soon, Edward was close to a complete mental breakdown from the incident. He was blaming himself and putting a lot of pressure on Mustang's team. "Nothing seems to be coming up at all."

"She could be dead, Hawkeye, we need to find her, now. I highly doubt they left Central, and therefore that greatly limits their potential locations," then it hit Mustang, "Has anyone checked the Warehouse District?"

"Those are military controlled, sir, there was no possibility, so we haven't checked them," replied Hawkeye. Why would he suggest military buildings, they were under the command of the military no civilians could get in.

"That's what they want us to think, Hawkeye, inspect them immediately. Take ten men with you," Mustang said as he entered his office.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm pretty sure, Hawkeye," he said as he shut himself up in his office. Mustang had a hunch and rarely his hunches were wrong.

Song was gasping for air, her lungs felt like they were on fire. Her body covered in its own blood from the almost daily beatings from when she was being disobedient. The pain was intense on her back where the whip marks lay open to the air. "You're going to give in yet," said a tall burly man. She nodded, what he was going to do was not as bad as the beatings she had received. Why could she not remember that fact? She cursed as he laid into her body, which was now completely submissive to his lustful desires. She lay there in her bloodiness and nakedness, hoping that this would just end. She had been visited every hour by one of the eleven men, and some of them had the sickest sexual desires.

The man had finished with her, whispering, "You're so lovely," as he got off her. He left the warehouse, where she was kept. Song pulled her knees into herself and wrapped her arms around them. Her body shaking so hard, after she had to use most of her chakra to heal herself after the beatings. She barely had enough chakra to hold herself up in a sitting position before collapsing on the ground again in a heap. She began to shiver in the cold, due to her nakedness. Song pulled herself into a tight ball and began to weep. She should have saved some her chakra for an escape, but it had allowed for her to live longer.

Soon another man came in. He had long dark hair and was very rough with her when he visited. Song was too tired to struggle against his attacks, and submitted without struggle. "No struggle today? Ah, but that's what it makes it fun for me. You should know by now that submissive types aren't my style. I like a little fight in a victim." She refused to give him what he wanted. It gave her satisfaction knowing that she was depriving of him of something that he really wanted from her. He ignored her attitude and then went about violating her. Song had begun to feel numb; she would let her mind wander to separate herself from her body. Though it really did not work completely. After another ten minutes, he got off of her. "You know, you being here is so stress relieving, and you get to live longer. It's a win-win scenario." Yeah right, she thought.

Mustang and his team approached the Warehouse District of Central. There were twelve active warehouses; she could be in any one of these warehouses. The team took the warehouses one at a time, because dividing their force was a bad idea not knowing how big the other force was. The first six checked out, nothing there. The seventh and eighth warehouses were completely empty. "Are you sure about this, Colonel?" asked Hawkeye.

"Don't give up we still have four warehouses to go, First Lieutenant," Mustang said with a frustrated voice. They already had to keep Fullmetal out of the loop, and now there were not any signs of a kidnapping of their comrade in arms. Mustang could feel the strain from the past week of trying to hunt down Song and her captors, and he still did not even know if she was still alive. He was also betting on them using the military warehouses as a cover, when they could not even be in the city. He could show no weakness though, his men did not need to know how much he was doubting himself at the moment. "Let's just pushing ahead, Hawkeye."

Then ten man unit headed into the ninth warehouse. The ninth warehouse stored uniform equipment, and therefore was the most unused warehouse in the Warehouse District. Hawkeye opened the entrance to glance inside. The warehouses were divided into three parts like the rest. The first part was a small entrance and then two doors leading to two separate chambers. This layout was supposed to improve organization of the warehouses, though it barely did. The front entrance was empty so Hawkeye ushered the rest of the men into the room. Behind the left door there a lively conversation going on. Mustang signaled for them to enter the door.

Hawkeye entered first her gun drawn, "Where is Second Lieutenant Uchiha?"

"We have no idea what you're talking about," said a man with long dark hair. Hawkeye shot just above his head.

"Next time I won't miss," she warned. The rest of the group had put up their weapons. Colonel Mustang stood behind his team.

"Colonel Mustang, Flame Alchemist, where is she?"

"That bitch killed Buren, she deserves everything that's happening to her," another sandy blonde replied with steel in his voice. She is still alive, thought Mustang.

"You are all under arrest for the illegal capture of a military officer," stated Mustang. Lucky for him and his men they were currently unarmed and his men could easily round them up.

"You're missing one," spat the dark haired one, "He's in the other room with her right now," as he laughed.

Mustang and Hawkeye left the captors to the others as they headed to the other half of the warehouse. There they found a disturbing site. A burly brunette was humping their companion, who was unresponsive. "Get off of her now!" shouted Mustang as he brought his fingers together. Hawkeye aimed her gun at him. The burly man stood up, and glared at them.

"You're the ones this bitch works for. So it's your fault they're dead!" he began to run towards them and Hawkeye shot him in the chest. Hawkeye then approached Song, who was naked and coated with blood. She took off her jacket and covered Song in it, and her shaking began to lessen. "You're safe," Hawkeye whispered to a hysterical Song. Song turned her head to her.

"Riza…" was all she could get out before passing out in exhaustion. Mustang radioed for an ambulance and military cars to the warehouses immediately. He took off his jacket and covered the rest of body that Riza's failed to cover. He was relieved to have finally found.

Eventually, the ambulance arrived. They loaded Song inside to assess her injuries and potential risk. After that Mustang along with Hawkeye followed to the hospital. There they waited for several hours, until the results were reached.

A haggard doctor came out and said, "Are you responsible for Lieutenant Uchiha?"

"I'm her commanding officer."

"Great, well there are some serious injuries that we have to deal with. One she was raped repeatedly during her capture, and fortunately for her she has contracted no diseases or is pregnant. Though her entire lower body is bruised and she has vaginal tearing. We're starting her morphine to help with the pain and to help her sleep through it. She has been violently beaten and has severe blood loss. She might not even wake up for several days. We're going to keep a strict eye on her for the next several days for any infections, but as a preventive we are starting her on antibiotics just in case."

"I would like to have someone here with her at all times, is that alright with you?" asked Mustang.

"No that's fine, sir."

"Is there a phone I can use?" he asked. The doctor pointed him toward an open line. Mustang picked up the phone and began to dial Edward's number; he needed to know. "Good afternoon, Ed, it's Mustang."

"What do you want?" he said grumpily.

"We found Song Uchiha. She's at Central Hospital, and I want to have someone with her at all times until she wakes up. I want you to take the first shift."

"I'll be down there soon. Give me like ten minutes!" he sounded excited to have his new partner alive. Mustang knew he carried a lot of guilt for what happened to Song that night, and that's why he needed to give Ed time with her, whether she was alive or asleep. Song also would need to explain to Edward what happened that night in Homsfield with Buren and his comrades.