She had to escape the kingdom if she wanted to survive. But how would she do it? Word was already going around that the Prince was missing, so all the major streets were cut off by guards. They would catch her before she made it to the kingdom's wall. That meant she was secluded to alleys only. Riza hated taking the alleys; men of the lowest forms would hide there waiting for anyone.
"Hey, you there," A voice calls out from behind her. The alley it was. She runs towards the alley not even bothering to look back. The sounds of his footsteps were enough to let her know he was still following.
Panting as she turns a corner a hand grabs her and covers her mouth. She's taken into the dark shadow of the alley, but before she screams the guard runs pass the shadow. Was this person helping her?
The hand releases her. She breathes relived as she turns around to thank her savior. His face is still in the shadow, "Thank you so much for helping me."
The man stepped out of the shadow, his face was cold with dark precise eyes, "A favor for a favor."
Riza steps back for a moment, she recognizes him. Kimbley, he was known for leading a troop of men into an unauthorized suicidal mission. He was the sole survivor. Before he was court martial he disappeared. Until now, "Kimbley, what are you still doing in Central? We all thought you would have left by now."
He smiles manically, "There's no honor in running is there?"
Honor, the nerve of that man is unbelievable. "There was no honor in what you did!" If only Roy hadn't taken my gun, this man would be dead, and the world would have been better for it.
"You sound as if you were directly affected by the battle. Tell me, what's your name?"
"Riza."
"Oh yes, Havoc's sister. He talked about you quite a lot. I was glad when he died. There was finally some silence." My eyes water, how could he be so cruel?
"How can you act so coldly they were your men? They treated you as their final hope!" Before my brother volunteered for his army, he was my final hope too. I wanted to see him fulfill his promise, but when Havoc joined the army I realize my chances of losing him. I realized their chance of winning.
"Would you like to know how?" Her eyes started to water. What was he saying? "Would you like to know how you're brother died?"
Her heart skipped a beat. Of course she wanted to know how he died! But she didn't want to hear it, not yet. She isn't strong enough to hear it. Shaking her head no, she knew he would tell her anyways.
He walks up to her, then leans down as he whispers in her ear, "…I killed him." She takes a step back. Havoc… He trusted him. They all trusted him. He made them believe that, that one fight would end the war. Why… Looking at him with tears clouding her vision she attacks. Aiming one punch directly at his face he catches it. She sends the next one as his stomach and he catches it again and pins her against the wall.
"I hated that man, loathed him to the very core. So I made him my puppet." He leaned in licking the lobe of my ear, and he said almost laughing, "I made him watch his comrades die before his eyes. I wanted him to suffer, so I killed him last."
"You know I love the color red, don't you? I loved it so much I wanted to see it before the battlefield, so I cut them. I cut them all up, before the battle ever began." She was scared, afraid of what he might do to her. "You're too pretty to cut though. You're brother talked about you so much in war, I felt like I knew you inside and out. And now I will."
His strength was undeniable compared to her. She only thought of one thing, "Help me! Some one, anyone please help me!"
He slapped her, "Shut up!" But she didn't, she screamed again and he hit her again. This time he covered her mouth with his own. Shoving his tongue down her throat she began to gag. Undoing his pants, he drops them around his ankles. Riza freezes, is this really going to happen?
She tries to push him away, but can't. Shutting her eyes as if imagining this isn't happening would make it true, she begins to hope. Havoc I'm sorry. Roy, please help me. A sole tear rushes down the side of her face. Just as it drips from the bottom of her chin a blaze of heat flashes by her, the weight that kept her pinned to the wall is now gone. She opens her eyes, and there he stands.
He looks at her. Her shirt is torn, her lips bruised, and she's seem utterly defenseless. He wants to tell her he's sorry, but can't, he won't. He's too damn proud to admit anything he's done wrong so he just turns around as he hears her sob. Her misery, her pain he can hear it all but he just stands there turned away, letting her collect herself. Even with him so near, she felt alone. Abandon, is that how Havoc felt when she told him not to come back?
Life does these cruel things to us. Unable to draw new paths it circles itself again and again so when you think you've finally escaped your past… you relive it.