'Hello, sorry my chapters have been coming late. (Whispers) I had homework.) Oh… sorry about the last chapter, I kind a rushed, but I promise you this chapter will be awesome because… hey I can't tell you. You just have to read it. XD

Chapter Six

"Well, Colonel I would never expect you down here." Fuhrer President Bradly said, smiling ear to ear.

Roy stayed silent. He was a total wreck, his jet black hair was n a mess. His gray-black eyes drooped with the lack of sleep. A red line had appeared around his wrist from the tight ropes around them.

Roy was pushed into a small, gray room, followed by the Fuhrer. One light hung from the ceiling, giving off a vagent stream of light. One cold gray chair was placed behind a long white table.

Roy sat down, the chair felt cool through his torn, blue military pants. He stared blankly at President Bradly; nothing crossed his mind, not even if he was sentenced to death.

"Hello Roy, Do you remember my name?" President Bradly said sarcastically, taking a seat across the table from Roy.

"President…Fuhrer Bradly" He tried to give Bradly one of his famous smirks, but kept as a sleepily frown. Roy's lungs felt like fire with every gasp of breath.

"Very good." Bradly was treating Roy like a preschooler. Roy smirked slightly, strangling Bradly in his mind. It made him feel good.

Bradly's huge smile turned into a frown. The air in the room changed dramatically, every breath was vigorously.

Bradly took a breath and asked, "what did you do to Edward Elric?'

"Nothing…sir…" Roy was trying to sound professional even though his lungs were on fire.

"Roy, the flame alchemist, tell me…What did you do to Edward Elric?" Bradley tried to stay in order, staring into Roy's dark eyes.

Roy said nothing. All he did was looking deeply into The Fuhrer's eyes, hoping to find a hint of what was going on.

Bradly motioned his self up, standing straight like a military officer would, and walked over to where Roy was currently sitting. He bent low over Roy, but Roy just peered at the other end of the table not even flinching at the cold stare he was getting.

"Okay Roy, since it seems you will not talk, I'm afraid I have no choice…" Bradly backed away, drawing his sword, and pointing it at Roy's head. Roy didn't move. All he did was staring at the chair on the other side of the table.

Bradly swung the sword at Roy's head, hoping to cut it off. Right before it hit a flash of light spread through out the room. Roy fell back, barley missing the blade.

Bradly stood straight, turning to see the untied Roy behind him. A crimson liquid fell from the shoulder wound Roy had just received from Bradly's attempt to kill him. Roy stood, leaning a gents the wall behind him, making sure not to loose too much blood.

"A pleasant display, Mustang. I would have never thought of you drawing a transmutation circle, and then trying to escape."

"Well, since I have no meaning of being here, I thought I should let myself out," Roy said finally giving Bradly one of his famous smirks.

"Well you thought wrong." Bradly charged at Roy, blade firmly grasped in his hands.

The blade hit the wall with a small sound. Blood slowly dripped on the floor where they stood.

"You're to slow, Colonel," said Bradly as he slowly moved the blade up, closer to Roy's heart.

Roy screamed in pain, he tried to move, but Bradly just turned the blade, giving out more jolts of pain though Roy's body.

He slowly stared drawing a flame transmutation circle on his right hand. Making sure Bradly wouldn't notice he stated talking.

"I'm not to slow, you're just to fast."

"You do have a point." Bradly rubbed his chin thinking Roy was right.

"So Roy, how does it feel to be on the verge of death?"

"I don't now, but how about finding out." Roy finished the transmutation circle, activated it, and snapped.

Bradley went up in flames. He let go of the blade. Roy hastily pulled out the sword letting it fall to the ground.

Clutching his wound he snapped again, making a whole in the wall. He dove through, not even worrying if he would get caught, and ran.

The flames let up around Bradly's body. He lay motionless on the ground; a flash of light filled the room. He slowly arose from the ground; long green-black hair fell down his back.

He brought his hand to his head, rubbing the pain away and said, "Oh man, you made me die once, Roy Mustang."

'Okay, there it is the sixth chapter. I hope I made my readers happy, because Roy was suppose to die, but I got lots of reviews telling me not to, so I did. Oh yeah, I have to ask, what do you think Al should do to get revenge?