Author's notes: Alrighty! Sorry to keep everybody waiting so long, but you guys were all very patient and I salute you for it!
Yoky: (aka my beta tester) Things are a lot different in this chapter then in the original I sent you, so you might wanna re-read it. It's like a completely different story….
Mustang bent, lowering Riza gently to the ground. Willing himself not to collapse as well. His knees were buckling and his head was spinning. The sound of the gun shot rang through his ears – defining, blocking out all other noise. It took on its own rhythm; playing over and over until it turned into some sort of twisted war song.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Again and again he heard it, then a new sound began, one worse yet; Laughter. Somebody was laughing. Cold and merciless; the sound split the other wise silent night, and for Mustang it mingled with the pounding noises in his head.
Bang. Bang.
"Heahea –"
Stop. Stop. He thought angrily to himself, not being able to get a grasp on whole sentences.
Bang.
"Hea" Bang "Hea hea –"
Go.
"Ha ha"
Bang. Bang.
Away.
"Haha ha!!"
Please...
"Alright pretty boy." As if in answer to his silent cry; Tony stopped laughing and put on a more serious face. "Ya' got five seconds to run before I let you get the same thing as your girl-friend." He pulled a small pistol from his jacket, the moon light reflecting eerily off the perfectly polished steel. He waved a hand dismissively at the man behind him.
"I'll be back to pick you up." The gorilla like man droned in a deep, monotoned voice. He turned and began walking away, disappearing into the darkness after a few seconds.
"Now," Tony looked down adoringly at his gun, cradling it like a child. "Let's finish this."
Roy ignored him for the moment. Riza was all that counted for now. Still bent, he brushed the hair from her paling face. Her eyes were closed, as if she was only sleeping…There was nothing that he wanted more in the world then to be laying in the snow next to her, slumbering as well.
"What's wrong?! You deaf?" Tony jeered. He waited for Mustang to respond.
"It's my fault." He told the body before him, in a vain hope that it might hear. "I could have done something – All I could do was stand there like an idiot." He closed his eyes, trying to block out the pain. "If this is a dream then why can't I wake up?!" He hit himself hard on the head, but the pain that followed was a real as he'd ever felt. His skull was throbbing and he felt dizzier then before.
"What's wrong you cheating little coward?! Afraid to face me?!" Tony strode over to him and poked him with the barrel of his gun, like an animal playing with its pry.
Mustang continued to look down at Riza, blood had begun to stain the snow around her, and it was only then that Roy realized that his gloved hands were covered in the sticky substance as well. The brilliant red stood out against the simple white cotton. It had soaked through making them damp and useless. His only form of defense – or attack – was gone. As was his only hope for revenge.
Tony DeMancii was unnerved by the pale, dark haired man at his feet. Never before had somebody ignored him so completely. Always his captives had been filled with fear, he'd taken pleasure in watching them beg and plead for another chance – even the ones who'd acted so tough, who'd told him they weren't afraid of death – they'd been lying. He could tell. But this man…
"Any final words?" He asked, hoping to coax him into looking up – so he could see his eyes, perhaps a glimmer of fear lurked within their dark corners…
Still the man didn't turn, he didn't even move. Tony poked at him with the toe of his leather loafer. "Okay, you wanna die tight lipped – I'm not about to complain." He cocked his gun, his finger on the trigger, he wasn't going to pull it until he got his victim to say something though – he was sure there'd be fear in his voice.
Mustang heard the click of a gun being cocked and felt the stab at his shoulder blade as Tony pressed the weapon into him.
The craving for revenge burned inside him, revenge would make him feel better some how; some how it'd stop the pain. But even as he thought it, he knew deep inside that it wasn't true. Nothing that night had been farther from the truth; not even Tony's accusations about Him and Riza. He ignored the voice inside him and clenched his fist. He couldn't just sit back and do nothing; he had to do something – anything.
With out warning Mustang spun suddenly to face Tony, catching him off guard - And in one swift motion he let his fist collide with Tony's jaw.
What came next was a blur. There was a sharp cry - then a gun shot. Mustang became vaguely aware that there stinging pain in his right arm, but it felt distant and far away. He swung wildly with his left arm, having lost control of his right one. He felt his fist hit something hard and heard another cry. The sound gave him a grim satisfaction; he'd managed to hit Tony again.
There was a string of vile curse words and the sound of a gun being cocked once more. Mustang reached out blindly – trying to take the weapon away before it could do anymore harm. There was another gun shot – and then…silence.