Yay, the second chapter is done! Please review after you read this story so I can improve my writing and you will not have to suffer long!
Disclaimer: Like I said in the last chapter, I do not own FMA. Sheesh…. Stop bothering me!
Later that night, Roy soon arrived at his house. He really needed to get his mind off of everything too many things happened today. First, all of his subordinates get transferred, and then the strange phone call to Hawkeye's house. 'I really need a vacation,' he thought. As he fumbled for his keys from his pocket, suddenly, he felt something both strange and familiar. He had an odd feeling that something was going to go horribly wrong. The only thing he could connect it to would be the unusual conversation he just had with his Lieutenant. Cold sweat lightly slid down his stressed face; his eyes had a concentrating look in them. With his brow furrowed, he slowly clenched his hands in fists. 'Could Riza be hurt? The last time I had this feeling was before Hughes died. I also had a similar feeling that time with Hawkeye sensei 10 years ago. Wait. Could it be he's come back?' He sighed softly and shook his head. 'No, that's not possible,' he reassured himself and slid the key into the lock. Still, he couldn't get rid of that strange feeling, but he decided to worry about that in the morning. He was dead tired from all of that damn paperwork! Even with Hawkeye gone, he still can't escape from the accursed pile of paper. As he stretched out his tired muscles, he slowly, but surely, made his way to the bedroom, one foot in front of the other. He laid eyes on his messy bed he hadn't bothered to fix this morning, the object looking more comfortable by the minute. He decided to change and take a bath in the morning. His eyes started to droop as he dragged his feet to his resting place. Collapsing on it, his body slightly bounced as he swiftly fell asleep before his head even touched the pillow.
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He was suddenly in front of an unknown house. Shocked, his wide eyes flew wildly from side to side, trying to find an explanation. 'Why the hell am I here? And more importantly, where the hell am I? ' Deciding to be a little more cautious at the strange turn of events, he gradually made his way across the stone pathway, his eyes still looking around curiously. On both of his sides were twin patches of healthy-looking green grass with not a single weed to be found. The house itself was made of stone and looked extremely costly. The size was fairly large and had twin pillars on the sides of two wooden doors. He gazed in wonder, as he was slightly impressed with the entire property. Suddenly, he stumbled slightly and looked down to see what the offending object was. While he was looking around, he seemed to not have noticed the small flight of stairs that lead to the doors. Roy slowly stepped up the stairs, one at a time, not hurrying in the least. Soon after, he stood straight, right in front of the twin doors. His vision started to distort and he started to feel sick in his stomach. 'What the-? What's happening?' His eyes were wide open and he gripped his stomach, attempting to help calm the uneasiness. He looked up again, and his jaw dropped to the floor. 'Wait a minute I know this place! Could it be his house?' Then suddenly out of the blue, there was a scream from behind the two doors. 'Riza!' His mind was frantically trying to think up a plan to help his Lieutenant, but he didn't know what was going on. Beads of sweat made his clothes cling to his body as his mind was panicking. He finally came to a conclusion, to open those doors and see what lies behind them. 'Please Riza. Please be okay!' He pleaded in his mind. He couldn't possibly let Riza die after he failed to protect his closest friend. As his arms extended towards the doors, it started fading into the distance, getting farther and farther away from him. 'No-' he started to think. 'This can't be happening!' Helplessly, he watched, as his only way to save his Lieutenant faded into the everlasting darkness.
"RIZA!"
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He awoke in his bead, covered with layers of sweat. Looking around, he noticed he was back in his room. The sheets below him were soaked in his sweat as he realized he only had another nightmare. He must have been yelling in his sleep because his throat felt raw. Thinking back to his nightmare, he quickly jumped out of bed, ran to the phone, and dialed his Lieutenant's number. He had to make sure she was all right and there was nothing to worry about. He wouldn't forgive himself if anything ever happened to her. Even though it was her job to protect him, he couldn't help but feel responsible for her safety as well. He put the phone to his ear and listened carefully. No one was picking up. 'Damn it, Riza! Hold on until I get there!' He quickly slipped on his thick coat and ran out the door.
Ha ha ha! Are you mad at me for making another cliffy? Well, click on the little button on the lower left side of the screen if you don't want any more of those! I could also force you to read flashbacks… ooooh, shut down… Heh, bribing is fun…
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