Chapter 2: The Watch

Roy helped his parents take in all the boxes and trunks, trying not to get his hair totally soaked (It always got ruined when it was soaked). He finally rushed inside just as the rain started to pound harder. He sighed, it was damp. It was one of those days where even if you were dry, you felt wet and sticky. CONSTANTLY. Roy Mustang hated those kinds of days. He hated them with a passion.

He wandered around the new house a bit, it was almost completely made of wood (oak, he presumed again). There was a grand staircase that he didn't trust, it was damp and looked like it was rotting, so he decided to stay on the first floor. There was a giant green carpet layed over most of the floor at the bottom of the staircase, there was a kitchen, dining room, bathroom, living room, and just a few empty rooms with some old things left behind from the people who used to live there.

Roy decided to test his luck and slowly moved up the stairs, and he ended up on a platform-like structure, attached to the walls, you could see the downstairs in the middle. Like a box with a smaller square cut out of the bottom. He went in the closest door- on his right- and saw it was a bedroom. There was an empty rotting bookcase with a small box on it. Roy walked over to the box, which was full of books, mostly on 'Alchemy'.

Alchemy.

He'd heard of that before, hadn't he...Some strange ancient, science based practice to change impure substances to gold by giving tributes to spirits, or something along those lines...

He tossed the books back in the box, but something caught his eye. It was metallic, whatever it was, shiny and silver. He emptied the contents of the box onto the floor and a pocket watch fell out. It had some sort of dragon carved on the front, he opened it up- It still worked. Strange, it looked really old, he thought it would have stopped working long before now. It looked too old to belong to the family here before him, probably the family before, or even before that.

He took it and put it in his pocket, maybe he'd use it later. He stood up and observed the room, it looked like it hadn't been used by the last family either- More like a storage room. It was fairly large, it had a teal colored carpet, light blue walls. This would be his room. He turned around and screamed out the doorway;

"I call this room! You can't come in here!" He hated having to say that, he felt like a child. But he knew if he didn't, one of his barbaric brothers would come and kick him out, and he liked it for some reason. There was something about the room he just found comforting, secluded.

He went to go get his mattress from the moving truck, dragged it to his new room, and collapsed on it without anything else said.

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The next morning Roy woke up and put the rest of his items in his room. He didn't own much;

His bedside table, with his portable radio on top of that, a few books he never read, alarm clock, a small TV, some Cd's, CD player, a pocketknife or two (or five...).

His mother had come up at some point during this and brought his bed-frame, and put all the sheets on already. He turned on the TV, flipping through the channels. Suddenly he stopped.

What was that noise?

He ignored whatever was making that (kurchhhhhhhhh) noise, but it wouldn't go away. He shut the television off to see where it was coming from, and found it was his radio. He hated it when it picked up random signals, it was battery-operated, so it did that. He popped out the batteries, and to his amazement, and fear, the radio continued to fuzz. He turned the volume up and down, but it made no effect. Then there was a high-pitched squealing noise all of a sudden, just lasting for a moment, and then there was a voice. At first he couldn't make out what was being said, but it repeated, and then he heard it: It was not the voice of a radio anouncer, it was definately male. But he knew no more detail than that, a cold chill ran up his spine, and he finally heard the message the voice was saying;

Roy Mustang.

This was not good.

This was definitely not good.

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Grhrhrhrhr! Cliffhanger! Cuz Im mean. Don't worry, Ill be posting soon. Just as soon as I get home from blockbuster I think. Im on a writing frenzie tonight. Review and Ill update sooner! I live off of your reviews, they make me hyper inside. Just review!! What's happening? Is it a homunculus!? REVIEW!!!!!!!!