AN: Hi guys! Thanks to all of you for the reviews! I will reply to some of the reviews because I can see they are needed. Once again thanks to you all! I never thought I'd get 24 reviews on just the first chapter!

Apparation07: Lol, yes, I am putting my other story back up. I took off ALL the author notes (except the ones that were needed) and RW Grimm is helping to fix the grammar mistakes. Once they are done it will be back up.

Anonymous: Are they really the same? The definitions are different. Isn't envy when you want to be like someone, and desire when you want something someone else has? Anyway... even if that isn't right that's how it's supposed to be in this fic. I'm sorry if you don't like it, but I really don't see another way to fix it, and a lot of other people like it. So I can't really stop for something like that.

Tempest Kiro: Yes, I read the chapters! They were great! But sad too.

Sayahiei: You don't get it at all? Well, I guess I could explain it in a few short sentences. Ed, Al, and Hughes just learned homunculi are real (that comes into play later) and while Riza was walking home from work she got attacked by a homunculus named Desire. That's pretty much the jest of it in short sentences, lol.

Daedric Athena: I just killed your story idea? I'M SORRY! I didn't mean too, I swear! I didn't even know about it till I looked under your profile! Well, it's not EXCATLY the same… so wouldn't it still be ok to write? I'm sorry your fic got deleted as well. It really sucks, doesn't it? I don't think there is anything as we the authors can do about it besides suck it up and get on with our lives. Or fix the problem and repost it. Laughs evilly.

Blind Sight Chapter 2: Witnessing the Unbelievable

There was no movement in the alley for several minutes. It was quiet and still while the little girl sat and stared at Riza. Her brown eyes were wide and her pupils were small, quivering. To full of shock to let go of any tears. After a few moments her mind let go of the numbing fear.

"LADY!" she cried as she got up in a heartbeat and rushed to Riza's side. "LADY, ARE YOU OK?" she asked frantically and knelt next to Riza's body.

Riza didn't show any signs of reply. This terrified the little girl.

"Lady, wake up!" she cried, tears now steaming down her face. "Wake up please!" she said as she put her hands on both of Riza's shoulders and began shaking her, trying to wake her. Once she saw Riza wasn't responding she stood up and ran out into the street.

She cupped her hands around her mouth and started yelling. "HELP! Someone, help me, PLEASE!" she looked around but no one came. "Please, help me!" she called again. The street remained silent, nothing moved. No one is here. They all went home… she thought as her small face became even more fearful. What do I do now? She asked herself, dropping to her knees in the middle of the street, sobbing uncontrollably. "Some….one, help….me…." she managed to squeak out in-between her sobs.

Then she got a hold of herself and looked up again. What do I do now? She wondered. Just then her eyes became teary again. "I… can't help… her… myself…" she said, sniffling. Every time she tried to think of something she got scared and frantic again. Just as she was about to bring her hands to cover her eyes and sob again she got an idea. "UH!" her eyes got wide quickly and she sprinted back to Riza.

Once at her side she traced Riza's body with her brown eyes. Her eyes squinted and her head began to hurt a little as she tried to recognize the clothes Riza wore. After a few seconds she saw the badges on Riza's chest. "SHE'S A LEUITANENT IN THE MILITRAY!" the girl shouted when she recognized the navy blue fabric.

"Oh!" she said as she looked up, then back down at the lifeless woman. Her face shaken and overwhelmed as she tried to think of what to do. Then she came to a decision. "Ok," she said as she looked down at Riza. "Just… stay here. I'll go get some help!" she said and took a few quick steps forward. Then she stopped suddenly and looked back. "I'll be back as fast as I can," she said then took off running down the street and toward the Central building.

Roy remained at his desk, still waiting for Havoc. Where is he? Roy wondered as he stared down at the top of his desk. His chin resting in the palm of hand as his eyes stared sleepily at the grayish color of his desk. He was very bored, nothing was going on, and no one was here to entertain him. He had rubbed the dark ink off the table's surface some time before. The pointer finger of his white glove was tainted grey from the ink.

"Hey," he heard a familiar voice as the sound of door creaked open.

"It's about time," Roy said his gaze went to Havoc, his body remaining still and in its lazy droopy position.

"Yeah, sorry about that, chief. Major Armstrong was telling me the history behind the famous family roots. I couldn't get away for anything. He had my cigarettes and was holding them hostage."

"Is that so?" Roy asked as he raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, he was using them in a demonstration about how his great, great, great, great…" 5 minutes later. "Great, great, great grandfather Armstrong first discovered the power of the Armstrong line when he showed a great display of courage and manpower in lifting a fallen bridge from a totaled car that had mistakenly driven off the bridge, and saved the woman and child drowning within it."

"The bridge fell in on top of the car, and the great Armstrong grandfather saved the woman and child inside by lifting the bridge, and holding it up, and dragging them out at the same time?" Roy asked, rising his eyebrow again. He didn't believe a word of it.

"That's what he said," Havoc replied.

"And how did your box of cigarettes contribute to this story?" Roy asked.

"It was the makeshift bridge."

"Hell, anyone could lift that kind of bridge," Roy replied with a smirk, "As for a real one…"

"That's the power of the great Armstrong line, I suppose," Havoc said with a shrug and a smile as he puffed on a cig.

"Yeah, sure," Roy replied, not really caring about it. "Anyway, are you ready to go yet?"

"Oh yeah, I was ready along time ago," Havoc said.

Roy's gaze went back to him. "Alright, I know a nice place not to far from here."

"Sure," Havoc replied.

At that moment Roy got up from his seat and they began heading for the front door.

"Do you think they'll have pretty women there?" Havoc asked as they neared the front entrance. It was quiet and only the clicking of their boots was heard on the tile floor. Most of the lights were off, telling the two dogs most of their comrades had gone home, and the ones that remind were working in their offices.

"I see them there from time to time," Roy replied with a smirk as he thought of the women in mini skirts. Now there's my type of woman.

Bang! Bang!

They heard banging on the door as well as muffled shouting coming from outside.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Hm?" Havoc said when his expression went from smiling fantasies to confusion. "What's that?"

Bang!

"I have no idea," Roy replied. His expression was also puzzled.

"I think it's a kid," Havoc said as they neared the door. He squinted his blue eyes, "It's a little girl."

Bang! Bang!

"A girl?" Roy asked as his gaze went to Havoc for a second, then back to the door. They could see a small figure through the glass.

"HELP ME, PLEASE!" the little girl cried. Her pounding became louder when she caught sight of the two military dogs. Her spirits suddenly lifted. A big relived smile appeared on her face as tears steamed down her cheeks. "HEY!" she cried, "I NEED HELP!"

"Hm?" Havoc's expression picked up even more. A bigger look of confusion appeared on his face as Roy ran passed him. "Chief?"

"She needs help," Roy replied as he quickly opened the door. "What's wrong?" he asked as he stared down at the frightened girl. Havoc at his side.

"I WAS IN THE ALLEYWAY, AND SOMEONE ATTACKED ME, THEN A LADY SAVED ME! BUT THEY DID SOMETHING TO HER, AND NOW SHE WON'T WAKE UP!" the girl cried, the tears still steaming down her face.

"Is she still alive?" Roy asked, not knowing if the girl could answer him or not, but he wanted to get all the information he could in these few minutes. Plus, if he knew she was alive ahead of time it wouldn't be wasted effort to call an ambulance.

"I dunno," the girl replied. Her hands were on her knees as she panted for breath. Her eyes hit the tile floor then flew back up to Roy, "BUT SHE WAS WEARING A MILITRY UNIFROM!"

Both Havoc's and Roy's eyes widened in surprise. It couldn't be… a bloody image of Riza lying in the street dying suddenly flashed before his eyes. A disgusted and fearful look engulfed his face and he grabbed the little girl's shoulders. "Where is she?" he asked franticly.

"She's in an alleyway!" the girl replied as Roy clenched her shoulders. It hurt, but she was too frantic to notice it.

"Well that helps a lot…" Havoc said with a dull expression. "There are only a million alleyways. I'm sure we'll find her after the rats do."

Roy glanced back at Havoc with a death glare.

"Uh?" Havoc snapped back nervously, "Sorry, chief, times like this make me nervous, and when I get nervous I just crack jokes. Relives the stress, ya know?"

"Hm…" Roy finished his annoyed stare then went back to the girl. He stared into her brown sorrowful eyes. "Take me to her," he said as he stood upright. It was very obvious that he had regained himself and was now in control of his emotions. I need to stay serious and calm. If I loose my nerve, it will just make things harder on everyone. Roy kept repeating to himself.

"Uh… uh-huh," the small girl replied with a nod then turned and raced down the steps in front of Central, and back the way she had come. Roy and Havoc on her heels.

"Where is she?" Havoc asked as they ran. His blue eyes traced the buildings around them as they sprinted down the street. They're shadows flashed and disappeared as they ran under streetlight after streetlight.

"She's right up ahead," the little girl informed them. She glanced back at Roy for a moment, but he didn't reply to her at all. There was only one thing on his mind.

Riza… be ok, you have to be ok…

"HERE! This one!" she blurted out and made a sharp left into the alleyway.

Roy's eyes widened when he saw Riza lying limp at the end of the alley.

"GAH!" Havoc shouted. His voice cut through the crisp darkness. His turn was too sharp, and he almost slipped on a piece of loose leaf paper while rounding the corner.

"HAWKEYE!" Roy shouted as he ran to her side. He quickly knelt down and lifted her upper body into his arms. "HAWKEYE! LEUTANINET HAWKEYE, CAN YOU HEAR ME?" he shouted.

Riza remained limp and showed no signs of reply.

Roy's eyes became wide with shock and worry as the situation suddenly began to seem real to him. He grabbed her shoulders and began shaking her. "HAWKEYE! CAN YOU HEAR ME!" he asked again, still trying to wake her. "ANSWER ME!" he repeated over and over. His voice was loud and full of shock and concern. He quickly traced her body with his eyes. No wounds? He wondered, but quickly went back to his failing attempted to wake her.

Havoc stood next to him. His eyes were too wide with shock. He had no idea what to do. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, Riza, lying there in front of him, possibly dead.

"RIZA!" Roy shouted again, now he was getting scared.

"WAKE UP!" the little girl cried. She had once again dropped to her knees in front of Riza's body and started sobbing.

Stop it, Roy! Roy began instructing himself. Get a hold of yourself! You want to help her don't you? You can't save her this way. Calm down and think! "Grrr…" Roy cursed himself as his eyes narrowed. An angry and helpless expression appeared on his face as he stared down at his Lieutenant. "Havoc!" he barked.

"Yes?" Havoc asked. His voice held much uncertainty and shock.

"The military medical unit is always open, right?" The he suddenly saw Roy's dark angry eyes staring back at him. "GO CALL AN AMBULANCE NOW!" he ordered.

"Uh… RIGHT!" Havoc replied and gave a small salute, then ran off to find the nearest phone.