Violet didn't bother knocking on the door and just went right on in. She arrived to see the Colonel fast asleep on his paperwork. Doesn't he get enough sleep during the night?

"Colonel….Colonel…COLONEL!" Mustang shakes himself awake and sees Violet in front of him.

"Well that was fast, didn't the boys want to research the stone?"

"There was nothing there for them, the man that was performing the so called mysteries was just using unsuspecting tourists as human transmutation sacrifices, using a graveyard, and the headstones within it as the circle. And permission to speak freely sir?"

"Granted,"

"Why didn't you tell me that Trinta was my hometown?"

"Because I thought it was unnecessary,"

"I see, well I have filled out the report for both Fullmetal and myself, and I think it should meet your requirements,"

"Alright, dismissed,"

"Thank you sir," Violet turned on her heel and left the office. Leaving Roy to stare at the Violet's report on it were 4 words: I killed my sister. He looked at Ed's report, and it amazingly had all the mission details in ED'S handwriting.

…

"C'mon why won't you let us treat you to dinner?"

"Because Edward, I want to go to the training facility and practice my alchemy, I haven't done anything creative in a while,"

"By creative you mean destructive?"

"Maybe," she shot him a look that held a certain devilishness in her eyes. Ed shrugged and followed Al back to the dorms to get some rest. Violet walked into the training center and walked over to the first punching bag she saw and quickly transmuted it to look like the prostitute of a mother she had, and sheeven made it so the "woman" got bruises. After about 30 minutes of letting her frustration out onto the bag, she transmuted it back into a regular one, but the private who used the bag next was perplexed at how a punching bag could get bruises.

…

Why do my feelings have to be so complicated? Why can't I like a normal guy? Not some alchemy freak that flies off the handle every time someone says something about height. Violet walked down the streets of Central, wandering aimlessly, until she was in a part of town she had never seen before. Dammit. Why me? Why am I the one always getting lost? She tried to figure out where she had come from, but she had been so lost in thought she had no idea where she was, and all of the street markers were painted over, a sign of a bad neighborhood. Violet turned to go back the street afraid to go any farther. She picked up the pace and ran out of the side street and was heading in the direction, of what she hoped was HQ.

"Oh ho ho, pretty lady? Where do you think you're going?" An arm wrapped around her neck and held her there. But she was too fast, and too pissed. She flipped the guy over her shoulder and jumped over him when two figures jumped out on either side of her grabbing her arms and pinning her between them. "Oooh, we snatched a feisty one didn't we boys?" The man grabbed her chin and looked her in the eyes, "She'll be fun to break," Violets eyes widened in fear as she recognized the man in front of her as the man who had stabbed her in the leg. She twists and struggles managing to kick the guy in front of her in the balls, and getting one hand away from a goon she takes the opportunity to hit the guy holding her other hand square on the nose. She felt her hand push the bone in his nose up and heard a snap as the man's nose broke, as he stumbled away from her she turned on her third assailant. The man's eyes glistened gleefully at the chance of a fight, and Violet decided her best chance was to run at this point. She turned tail and ran like all hell broke loose and was on her tail. Corner after corner, building after building she ran, and never once looked back. She finally stopped when her legs gave out from under her, and she realized she was in the park, almost 30miles away from the last sign she had passed. Shakily she stood up and looked at her surroundings, trying to decipher where the dorms were, so she could asses her injuries. Her breathing was ragged, but she guessed that was from the marathon sprint, her ribs ached, probably because of her heart pumping with adrenaline, but the strange thing was her wrist felt numb. She had felt something snap when the goons grabbed her, but she thought that was from the burst of adrenaline she received. She stumbled into the dorms about a half an hour later waving anyone off who tried to help her, and just when she was inside her room sinking onto her couch, she heard a rap at the door.

"Violet? Are you in there?" Sighing Violet stood up and opened the door expecting to see an Elric, but the sight that greets her instead is Roy's face.

"Colonel, I'm surprised to see you here," Violet immediately tries to hide the weariness behind her eyes and the wound behind her back. The colonel sees the movements and sweeps into the room sitting Violet in front of him, with her wrist in his hand. As soon as he touches the bruised appendage she hisses and violently snaps her wrist out of his hand.

"Violet, let me see it, or should I order you to let me see it,"

"Fine," she huffs and holds out the wrist for him to check.

"Well, I'm no doctor, but you might need a cast for this, it seems broken. Although, what I can't figure out, is how all the bones in this hand were crushed," He eyes her with concern.

"I got this when some guys jumped me in a bad part of town," Violet tries to pass it off, but Roy sees the fear and fatigue in her eyes from the adrenaline pumping too hard for too long. "I fended them off, and this is the worst of it, but why do I get the feeling this isn't the last time I'll see them?"

"This might haunt your dreams from now on, but other than that I don't know what to say. I'm sorry," Violet looks slightly hurt, but doesn't say anything for a while. Roy stands up and thanks her for letting him in, then lets himself out. Violet only nods in acknowledgement. Even in the waking hours of early morning Violet was up thinking one phrase over and over again: It's my fault, I did this to her and to myself.

…

Violet walked into the office early that morning before anyone had arrived leaving a note on one desk and one desk only. The note read:

I will find the Truth Ed, continue on the path of right, never waver, and help those in need of help whether they want it selfishly or need it , but are unable admit they are wrong. I will be found when I want to be found.

Then she walked out the front door saying hello to Lieutenant Hawkeye as she made for the train station.