It's nightfall. She hadn't even realize how late is had gotten. Riza ended up in an alley. She panted hard. Covering her face she wanted to cry again. Failing to keep her promise not to run, she barely even attempted to stop the fight. She's such an coward!
Rubbing her hand through her hair she looks at it, blood. She felt sick almost like she was going to throw up. Trying to regain her breath was the least of what she had to do. Footsteps come up behind her. She doesn't notice though, not until a voice calls to her, "Running away again?"
Immediately she turns around and stands up tall like nothing ails her. He smirks. H he can see the fear that lay behind her eyes. "What do you want? Leave me alone!"
It all became clear to Roy when he saw her run. All of it makes sense now. She's not afraid of death but she runs from him, from the fire.
Roy steps closer and she step back. He smirks as he causes a fire ball to explode in front of her. A piercing scream covers the air. It didn't hear her, but she was still shaken.
"Are you afraid of fire?" His words mocked her, playing on his lips like cheap candy. She watches his hands closely now, waiting for him to snap again so she'll be prepared.
"I love it. It lives without living, it's a mystery. I like what I don't understand," She tries to glare at him, showing that she's not afraid: hoping that maybe if she convinced herself that she wasn't afraid, then maybe he would believe her.
He steps closer again, "Then are you afraid of death?" Why was everyone asking her this question today?
"Never, it's freedom. But I can't die. I made a promise to myself and I can't die before fulfilling it."
She feels her back press against a wall. If she had known this was a dead end, she never would have walked down here. Roy knows it's a dead end though, and he uses it to his advantage. He continues to step forward, "Not all promises are meant to be kept."
"This one is."
He places his arms to the wall. She is pinned between his left arm and his body. Trying to keep her breathing steady he leans down. "What if I set you on fire right now? Left you to die, no one would know and you would never be able to keep your promise. What then?"
Would he actually burn her? The thought of the fire dancing on her body, its cruel grueling temperature boiling her blood: she couldn't take it. Her voice was shaky, scared of the very thought of the least that he could do to her. She had to act strong though, "It would be…. freedom."
Roy steps away. She looks at him confused. Whispering in a cold voice, "Fly then," he snaps his fingers. The second she heard that sound she closed her eyes not willing to see the blaze that would burn her and screams for dear mercy. But nothing came.
Trying to control her breathing she barely opens one eye. Roy smiles at her cruelly showing off his gloveless hand. He watched almost amused. "You can't love something your afraid of," His voice was still cold.
He turned around, and she started to cry. "You're wrong…," She whispers ever so quietly. "You're so wrong…," Because I love you. Roy looked back at her with pity.
He saw her eyes were broken. They couldn't see anymore. She was too far got in her own world to see. He knew she would pass out from the mental strain in a few moments. So he stayed. He would protect her from death, at least for a little while longer.
A/N: I like this chapter. It's kind of sad though. Sorry for the useless commentary. It feels like I should talk to you guys more though. This is probably the last update till tomorrow. Till then!