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Notes: I am so very sorry for not updating faster, whenever I would get on the computer something would happen. Like when we moved the computers inside…do you know how hard that is??? 6 computers inside while trying to connect the wires and stuff almost drove me nuts, and then we had to move the T.V and lounges from the lounge room into the study room and all.
Shouldn't be Love chapter 4,
God forgive him, Roy Mustang had enjoyed that kiss with his young charge far more than he should have, in fact he shouldn't have liked it at all, but he did and it only made him feel worse.
His 'friend' went home as soon as she woke giving him a kiss and telling him to look her up next time he wanted a good time. He almost begged her to stay, not wanting to be alone even in the same state with his Riza, not trusting either of them, him or her, to keep away from each other.
He had showered and changed into his military uniform and couldn't help but wonder what his Riza was doing. His black hair combed into perfection and the small bags under his eyes hidden well, the only thing that even showed the smallest hint of not sleeping was his eyes. His dark eyes were slightly glossy, and a little red.
'I feel bad about last night,' it was true, he did feel bad; he knew he shouldn't have said such horrible words to her innocent face.
He had been enjoying the kiss, it had felt like he was taken away into his own world where there was only her and she was his, but it was broken the second she moaned.
He had shoved her away and said some rather cruel words, now he could only hope she talks to him but he knew he was hoping for too much.
He had to reason with himself, on one hand she was getting married to someone and it didn't matter that she didn't love the man or that he was a real cock but he was still going to be her husband.
And on the other hand he wanted her, he wanted to feel her pretty lips against his, to feel her heart pound with his, to feel her and hold her close to him but he knew that was never going to happen.
Her blonde hair, her golden eyes, her soft pale skin and slightly calloused hands pressed hard against his making them almost one…
He shook his head, knowing that if he continued thinking like that there would be trouble.
Giving a sigh that made him look rather tired and old he buttoned up his jacket and walked out to wait for Jean.
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Riza, looking carefully emotionless, walked down the hall towards the front door where Jean and Roy were already waiting for her.
She was wearing and small black t-shirt that was rather snug around her curves, and black pants with a small flair at the bottom, along with a pair off black sneakers.
Everyone could tell she wasn't in a good mood.
Her eyes like glass and her beautiful face framed with hardness while the air around her have off a dangerous energy making Roy and Jean keep silent on the drive to work.
However the outside may have been seen by people inside Riza hated herself and Roy for what happened, but she knew this day was going to get worse…after all her soon-to-be husband as come to see her.
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Jon walked down the street leading to the one place he knew where his little Riza would be, he had gone to the house just over an hour ago but they had already left.
Jon was just a little unhappy, the woman he had had sex with last night had turned out to be just another slut. He had seen her walking down the street, so alone and scared, and he had seen the way she pulled her jacket close to her body.
He had thought she would be at least a little something like his Riza, but when he had gotten her up to his room his was disappointed at her willingness for him to use her body.
He kicked her out of his room the second it was over, he didn't care that her top was still in his room because it wasn't like she really had anything under it anyway.
And right now he was walking the steps of Central ready to take Riza on a desk or cupboard if he had to.
A dark disgusting smirk crossed his handsome face, a smirk often mistaken for a smile, and it made a few of the women near him swoon and wink at him, but he didn't want them, oh no, he wanted Riza Hawkeye.
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Riza couldn't but at that moment hate everything.
She hated the sun shining as it was.
She hated her coffee for tasting so good.
She hated those dumb birds for flying happily.
She hated Roy Mustang for being such a jerk.
But mostly she hated…
"Hello little Riza." She hated him.
Turning in her seat she look to the door, she couldn't but feel fear as her mind flashed back to that night, her body trembled slightly as he looked at her with those piercing eyes of his.
Everyone in the room turned to look at him as well, without looking Riza knew Roy was sizing him up; he always did when he considered someone a threat.
The others, as well as Maes, who was sharing the news that his girlfriend's parents were coming to town (loudly), was glaring at the young man who was ignoring everyone else and looking lustfully at the young woman at the desk.
Trying to find her voice for a few seconds, she finally let out, "What are you doing here?"
She had thought he would go to the house later that night, not come to Central where people who knew her would be.
He smirked; it sent shivers down her spine, as he leaned against the doorway, "I came to see my soon-to-be wife, that a crime?" he asked sweetly.
Her eyes were downcast as she whispered, "No," she was scared, though she said to herself this morning that she wasn't going to be.
"Get your stuff, I'm taking you out." Everyone turned to her expecting her to decline but instead with shaky hands she grabbed her bag and stood.
Jon's smirk became even crueler, darker, as Riza got up and walked towards him. He looked as though he had won something by getting her to go out with him.
To everyone else in the room it looked as though Riza was dying right in front of them, it was almost too painful to watch.
When she had reached the doorway her head was high and she was glaring at her husband-to-be, there was a hate in her eyes.
He threw an arm around her shoulders making her give a small growl, before they left Jon looked back and gave a cocky smirk.
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"Roy you have to do something," begged Havoc just a few minutes after their little friend had gone.
Roy, for one was doing his paper work, and refused to look up at his friends knowing that if he did he'd feel even worse for letting her go.
A small moan came from the blonde as they kissed, his eyes opened and he pushed her away, he jumped up off the bed panting and flushed.
"Hawkeye," he saw the pain flash through her eyes as he said her last name, "We can't, you're going to be married." He said as he tried to think of reasons not to grab her and make her his, but he knew that he couldn't.
"Why no-"
"Hey, Roy." He was brought back from his memories by his good friend, Hughes.
"What?" he snapped.
His tone didn't affect Hughes but it made the others in the room push themselves away slightly.
"Happy Birthday my good friend," he said with his ultra happy face and voice.
Roy narrowed his eyebrows, "What are you talking about, it's not my birthday."
His dark eyes widened as he looked at his calendar, 'Oh God,' he thought as he looked at the date, 'I forgot my own birthday, I'm 23 and I had forgotten.'
His friends were all smiles when he looked at them with confusion, Falman spoke first, "We had a feeling you would forget so we all got together and arranged something."
Roy didn't know how to feel, his friends had known he'd forget and they didn't remind him…but they had done something for him.
Clearing his face of confusion he nodded once, "Well then are you going to tell me what we're doing?" he asked.
With a lit cigarette hanging in his mouth Jean answered, "Just something formal, you know."
For a second Roy felt a tingle of fear slide down his spine.
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Riza and Jon were sitting at a table in the middle of Central at a middle class café. The place wasn't full but it wasn't empty, seven or nine people sat at the glass tables eating or drinking, some both.
They sat at the back far from the window but close enough for the sun to light up their table, a small bowl sat in the middle filled with plastic fruits, and a menu.
Their chairs were hard with a small padding on them but not enough not to fell the hard plastic beneath them, a short plumb woman in her 40's with dull copper hair and many freckles came over to them.
She spoke in a gentle loving voice filled with warmth and kindness, "What can we get for you two youths today?" she made Riza feel safe and warm, is that possible to feel like that? Like a woman you had met for only a few seconds, whose waiting your table no less, and want them to be…like a parent, a mother?
Riza closed her golden eyes and dismissed the thought, she didn't need parents, she had a father and he wasn't any good at his job.
"May I please have a white Latté with cream two sugars and a chocolate ship muffin?" Riza asked nicely, for awhile now she had a taste for the bitterness of Latté's, at first she had hated them but after a week of getting her drinks mixed up with Falman's she had gotten use to it.
The lady nodded, strands of hair, which was done in a small bun on her round head, came loose and fell around her aged face framing her muddy brown eyes.
She finished writing Riza's order down before turning to Jon, he smiled charmingly at her, she seemed to be unaffected, "And you dear?"
"I'll just have a black coffee with three sugars and that will be all thank you." He spoke in a way that made him seem nice but his words were rather rude.
The woman noticed and raised an unshapely eyebrow, "I'll be back in five minutes with your order." And with one last warm look at Riza she left and disappeared behind the door leading to the kitchen.
Their table fell into an awkward silence, Jon watching Riza and Riza looking anywhere but at Jon, but she could feel his dark eyes almost striping away her flesh and making her blood boil.
"I'm not a bad guy," he said breaking the silence and startling Riza, "I'm really not." He said his voice oddly like a child saying that it wasn't him who painted the wall and yet had the paint on his hands.
Her ivory face lost all traces of emotion, "Is that so Archer?" She asked, "If you're a good guy well then I must be a cherry pie," she hissed at him sarcastically while rolling her cold eyes.
She saw a small smile begin to start at the edges of his lips, and for a second, just a second; she thought he may be telling the truth.
"I've been given orders by our fathers," he said not looking at her but rather at their table, "I was to get you to like me and then bed you but it didn't go as planned."
He sighed and continued, "I was to marry so that my father could gain from your family," he ignored Riza as she muttered 'nothing new there.' "If you and I were to marry and have children…" he stopped for a second and wiped his forehead which had small drops of sweat, "I would get everything your mother had left you." He finished in a quiet voice as he searched her eyes.
She was shocked beyond, bed, bath and beyond….that's how shocked she was. She went right past bed and bath without a glace and entered beyond.
Her mouth was parted in confusion, her eyes wide and slightly scared and sad, "W-what d-do you mean? My mother didn't leave me anything." She whispered.
He eyed her with what seemed like pity to her; "Your father wouldn't tell you because when you turn 18 you can claim it is yours but if you didn't…" he trailed off.
"He would be the one to get it, and if I were to marry you I wouldn't have any claim to it at all because I am younger than 18 and would no longer a Hawkeye." She whispered. "You would, or better yet, your father. And if our fathers really are working together then they would have had some kind of contract drawn up right?" She asked him.
He nodded his head, his hair falling in to his eyes only to get pushed back, "Yes it was drawn up two nights before the ball, the night we were told that we were engaged."
Riza couldn't help but so very betrayed by her father. Her own father had not only kept the will from her a secret but had also planned on never telling her and forcing her to marry this, this, man whose father would get half of her mothers money.
It sickened her to her stomach.
The copper haired lady came out carrying a tray holding their drinks and Riza's muffin.
Setting it down on the table Riza gave her the money for the drinks and snack.
"Thank you Miss." Riza said as the warm lady left their table and went to another's.
"Why would a father of all people do that?" she whispered more to herself than to the man sitting across from her.
"My father spread rumors about me; it was disgusting to have women looking at me like meat. When I was fifteen I was given to my father's ex partner's wife and then later his daughter, and only because he walked out on a deal that wasn't even that good. Father just wanted to get him back." Jon said while giving a shrug, almost like it didn't matter.
"I-I didn't know about the deal ours fathers' made until just this week, I was going through my fathers papers trying to find my travel papers, but instead I found the contract."
'Oh God,' Riza thought, 'How am I going to stop everything from happening?'
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Roy was alone with his pile of paperwork; the others had some important things to get done, meaning they were going to a bar, he sat there watching the clock, 3:48pm, where was Riza?
She had left with that brat at around snack time, 11:12am, and hadn't returned. Roy was starting to worry, had he killed her?
The thought didn't raise any kind of panic but the next thought did…'did he sleep with her?'
Suddenly it felt as though he couldn't breathe his mind twisted until he could almost see Riza on a bed covered with red roses, her breasts heaving, her mouth parted with her teeth biting her bottom lip, her golden eyes clouded with lust, bits of her blonde hair stuck to her forehead by sweat. Her hands clutching to the white sheets and small whimpers escaping her, her long firm legs warped around Archer's fucking waist as he pumps into her, his lips working her neck, her eyes close and her mouth opens as she…
Roy's angry, and wishful, thoughts were thrown from his mind as the woman he was thinking about walked into his office….with the man he wanted to kill.
Archers arm was casually thrown around Riza's shoulders and the thing that made Roy mad was that Riza didn't mind.
She was giving a small smile, but Roy saw something in the smile that made him sneer at the man, she was smiling, true, but she didn't trust him all that much… but she trusted him enough to sling his arm around her.
"Col. Mustang?" Riza asked with a mixture of emotions showing through her voice no matter how hard she had tried to conceal them.
"What is it?" he snapped, she didn't cringe but instead raise an eyebrow at his snappy tone, Archer just smirked knowing full well why he was like he was. "I would have been out of here ages ago if I wasn't made to stay behind and wait for you."
She took a deep breath, "Thank you for waiting for me Sir, however no one would have had to, Jon would have given me a ride home."
Roy felt like any second his chest was going to burst and he was going to snap his fingers and burn that fucking brat, Jon Archer, God how he hated that guy.
"Fine, you do that, I'm going to find the guys at the bar." He got up and stormed out of his office ignoring his Riza's confused look.
Just as he was passing them Archer's tongue darted out and looked as though it was going to lick her neck, suddenly Roy had flashes of his…um … thoughts.
He stopped outside the door, Riza already heading towards her desk, and Archer grabbed the door knob and started to slowly shut the door.
Before he did he whispered, only so Roy could hear, "Don't worry I know just how she likes it, hard and rough." He gave an evil smirk as he shut the door on Roy's shocked face.
He turned and started to walk down the hall, 'Are you going to just leave her there?' one side asked.
'Well why not?' the other asked.
There was a growl from his first side, 'He HURT her you dumb ass, he hurt her and you're leaving her there in an empty room with him.'
'She didn't seem to mind. Maybe she was lying to me before'
There was a sad voice entering his mind, 'you're going to hate yourself if he does, you know this right?'
Roy shook his head and walked through the door leading outside, giving only one look back at his closed office door.
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There was a ball to be held that night in honor of Roy Mustang's 23rd birthday, however Riza being underage wasn't allowed to attend, and Roy wasn't sure that he wanted to go.
As Jean drove the car Roy couldn't help but have even more sinful thoughts about his young charge and Archer, though Archers face seemed to keep getting replaced with his own face and Roy wasn't sure if that as better or worse.
The car stopped and Roy got out, "Thank you Havoc, I'll see you tonight then?" he asked politely.
With a burning cigarette that was taken from his mouth to flick off the ashes he turned to his friend, "Well yeah. Why wouldn't I be there when I help set it up?" he asked with a smile.
Roy gave a nod before closing the car door and walking inside his house.
Sitting at the kitchen table he stared into his coffee cup.
'Havoc you were always so damn laid back.' Roy thought to himself with humor. It was true, no matter the problem he seemed to be fine, keeping a level head about it… until it turns towards the 'danger zone', in other words… getting shot at or losing his job.
He ran a hand through his black hair and gave a wearily sigh; there was something that was nagging at him, slowly eating away at him. When his Riza had gone back to her father's home for the summer he couldn't wait for her to come back, to run with him in the cold mornings, to eat dinner with a comfortable silence hovering above them.
But mostly he had missed her.
Her coldish warmish attitude and her beautiful golden eyes that could shine at night like a… a torch guiding him home, he had missed her.
And he knows that if she marries Archer his Riza would leave and she wouldn't be coming back… back home, back to him.
A thump echoed through the empty halls of his large house as he let his head hit the table.
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"I'm still not marrying," the blonde hair female said clearly to him, "I don't want to get married yet and even if I did I wouldn't marry you." He watched her shrug her small shoulders and he felt anger rise in his chest, he pushed it away knowing that if he wanted her to marry him she mustn't see his old self.
He had chuckled inwardly when he had told her about the money her mother had left her, it was true, the woman did leave her money to her daughter but Riza wouldn't get the money. His father and her father had planned this out since the two were fourteen and he had known.
Riza was known as the 'untouchable' and it excited him to no end that she would be his, at that time he had tried to coax her to him but she had always looked at him like he was nothing and then would walk away. And now he was going to marry her.
Ironic.
Jon watches her as she gathers her stuff and places it in a bag which she slings over her shoulder; she looks at him with her lukewarm eyes and asks when they were leaving.
"In a minute," he tells her knowing full well that his little woman's heart was beating oddly fast.
He could tell from the way her eyes flashed with fear for less than a split second what she was thinking, and God he would love to but he must keep himself from going near her like that, after all he was meant to be someone who was pushed into the marriage as well.
Clearing his throat he asks her gently with a little uneasiness in his voice, "Where is the bathroom?" he sees her body relax and her eyes grow gentle.
"Down the hall three doors to the left," she tells him, relief clear in her voice.
He gives a tiny, almost unnoticeable, bow and whispers a 'thank you' before going to the male bathroom all the time giving a deadly smirk.
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'Oh God what do I do?' Riza asked herself, 'is he telling the truth or is he, could he be, lying?' she wonders.
Riza had known that her mother had a will but she had thought everything was to go to her father, after all that was what she was told.
Right now she was safely sitting in her room, Mustang had left over an hour ago saying only 'Don't leave the house' it hurt her for some reason.
She had her journal and was writing anything, just anything that could get her mind of Jon and Roy.
A dangerous snake slithered up to the girl,
His eyes gleaming,
His voice harsh,
His moves careful,
He tells the girl he is good,
The girl wonders if that is true,
The girl wonders if he is the same snake that hurt her before,
The girl wonders if she should trust him,
The girl thinks,
There are only two roads for her to travel,
She could believe the snake and get bitten harder and worse than ever before,
Or,
She could move away from the snake and wonder for a long time if it was the right thing to do,
There is an eagle near by watching the snake and the girl,
He'll sit there on the branch and watch them carefully,
If the snake makes the wrong move the eagle will swoop down upon the snake and the snake would no longer be.
Her eyes narrowed as she re read what she, herself, had written. Placing the pencil back on the table she closed her worn eyes and sighed, somehow she had still ended up writing something that reminded her of the two men.
Leaning back gracefully in her desk chair she thought about running away, packing her bags and getting the hell out of there, away from Jon Archer and his arranged marriage, away from Roy Mustang and his 'I don't care about anyone but myself' image.
She wanted to run away like any normal teenager would, but she couldn't, she was after all Riza Hawkeye and she wasn't like any other teenager, she was stronger and smarter and, hopefully braver, than others and she would make sure that she got through this in one piece.
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Roy was sitting at the bar in the ballroom, in a tux nevertheless, with his nonstop talking date, note: never let Havoc set him up again, and all he could think about was if his Riza was with the devil wannabe or the underage drinking brat.
"And I said "No way could your boobs ever pass for real," right, right, and then she said "Well at least mine aren't from the 99cent store," can you believe her?" his date didn't even wait for him to respond before she went on again.
He wondered if he could tell the police that he was doing the world a favor when he killed her, he chuckled.
Looking around the small ballroom, the walls were a beautiful ivory color adding to the multi colored lights coming from the small wall paper lanterns which were in the colors of green, purple, blue, red and orange.
He looked at the green and wished it was a few shades darker… a dark green color, his Riza's favorite color.
His jaw clenched, 'I AM NOT MEANT TO KNOW THAT,' he screamed in his mind.
Even though he wasn't meant to know it, it didn't change the fact that he knew her favorite color, or her favorite foods, or the way she likes to eat her dinner… always starting with her vegetables first and then her mashed potato and then lastly her meat.
He shouldn't know that she chews three to five times before swallowing her food, and that she eats slowly so she could fill herself up.
He downed a rum and coke and then ordered an other; it's going to take everything he has to get through tonight.
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She was sleeping, curled up under her warm blanket, her head resting on her softly firm pillow when she heard it, a loud crash coming from the kitchen. The sound of falling pots and pans had awoken her from her dreamless sleep and her first thought was that someone had broken in.
Getting out of bed in a pair of female boxer shorts and a black tank top she grabbed a vase from the table outside her bedroom, slowly she crept through the scary silent house almost trembling from fear and anger that someone had woken her.
The door to the kitchen was opened more than a crack and the lights off, oddly she saw no light coming from the room at all, no even a torch light, Riza found it odd that someone would break into her home and not bring a torch.
Taking a deep breath she readied herself, her foot came out and kicked open the door… which sadly came back at her and smacked her in the face pushing her back into the wall… it was that very moment Riza learnt to hate swinging doors.
Holding her newly bruised face she kneeled on the floor, the people inside the kitchen would have figured out someone was home and had woken up, parts of Riza were scared they would walk out and kill her, and the other part was pissed off at herself for not remembering about the door.
She heard light tiny footsteps walking towards her and she closed her eyes but she had opened them up when she felt something wet and rough licking her knee caps.
She gasped and pulled her self away and looked down at the one in front of her… a puppy, a cute black and white stray thin pappy was sitting in front of her and wagging its cute tail.
She stayed on the floor with her legs tucked under her as the puppy pounced about her, nipping and licking and playfully growling, Riza watched the pup with confused gold eyes. She wasn't aware of how long she had sat like that until she was overcome with a painful amount of pins and needles.
Snapping out of her confusion she slowly moved her legs, ignoring the pain, until she was standing up on shaky her shaky legs.
Licking her lips as she looked the pup over she noticed how thin it was, how the coat was slightly matted and the way its paw was off the ground, she sighed, 'Mustang isn't going to like this,' she picked up the pup, careful of its hurt paw, and went to get it something to eat.
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The next morning woke to find Riza sleeping soundly under her warm covers with a small black and white male puppy snuggled up against her chest listening to her heart beat.
The pup woke with his belly growling slightly and the need to use the bathroom. Gently removing himself from Riza he stretched himself out and walked out the door, which Riza had left a little opened for the pup, towards the kitchen.
Pushing himself through the swinging door the pup walked up to the bowl Riza had given him last night, filled with full cream milk, and walked past the wearily man who was walking around the kitchen sluggishly.
The small pup walked up to his bowl and started to lap at the milk until a loud yell scared him, letting out a yap the pup ran from the kitchen as the man continued to yell, scaring the pup.
The pup, with his injured paw, ran as fast as he could to Riza's room and pushed her white door opened with his small head, running to her side of to bed he tried to climb in but alas being so small he was unable to.
Riza woke to the feeling of her blanket being pulled off of her and the shouts of "THERE'S A GAINT COCKROACH IN THE HOUSE."
Confused beyond belief and then looking down to where he blanket was being pulled she saw the pup. Smiling Riza bended down and picked up the pup care of his paw.
But that still didn't explain why Mustang was in her room wearing only his jean which were falling down and holding a cucumber and screaming about cockroaches.
Sit wasn't until she saw him looking at her in and odd way that she noticed her state of barely any clothes. Looking down she saw she was only wearing a black wife beater and a pair of black knickers, a strange heat flew to her cheeks as she blushed for the first time in a while.
She looked up from herself and saw Roy still looking at her, his own cheeks aflame, his mouth dropping slightly and his dark eyes wide "Get out," she cried.
Dropping his cucumber he ran out the room, slightly tripping as his jeans came down a little, slamming her door on the way out.
Riza turned her attention to the pup shaking with fear against her chest. She patted him slowly and whispered gently calming him down but gasp as she felt something wet make its way down her shirt.
Cursing herself she got up and placed the pup down on her bed as she went to take a shower.
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'A dog. A dirty disgusting dog,' Roy thought as he paced his bedroom floor dressed in casual clothes, 'This is about what happened between us the other night, I know it has to be. This is her way of getting back at me.'
Roy knew that was a little low for Riza but many women sink low when he rejects, um, tells them he's not interested in them and Riza could be the scariest person on earth at times.
He sat on the edge of his bed and closed his eyes, 'What happened last night?' he wondered, he knew he didn't bring his date home with him nor did he go to her house, he remembered barely anything but he does remember a sudden feeling of anger.
He remembers the feeling of flesh hitting flesh but he doesn't remember who hit who, he knew from the large bruise on his side that he had gotten hit but why?
His eyes flew opened as he recalled his Riza's face and the large bruise planted on her face.
'Oh God please tell me I didn't hit my Riza,' he jumped up and went to her bedroom.
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Jon Archer was sitting in his hotel room covering up the cuts on his face; his body was badly bruised as his ribs were broken. Moving felt like he was being dragged over a bed of nails, one black eye, a cut and puffy lip, and bruises along his torso.
'That sick fuck is going to die,' Jon swears as he washed the blood from his stomach careful of the sickly yellowish marks.
"I'll rip open you throat," he screams out loud to himself.
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Zach Baker was sitting on a chair looking at the man in front of him, a tall silent man wearing jeans and a black polo top carrying a backpack, "Let me get this right," he asked the man, "All I have to do is get her to marry me and you'll set him free?"
The silent man gave a short nod of the head, "He'll be set free with all his fingers and toes and ears, it's the word of my boss,"
Zach nodded his head, he had to admit he was enjoying it slightly, "And what news of my dear friend Jon Archer?"
"Your cousin has already made his move."
A sick sweet smile spread across his normally kind and warm face, "Good, I say this will make a fun game." He laughed.
The silent man felt the need to hit the younger guy sitting in the chair.
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"Riza?" Roy yelled as he banged on the bathroom door, when he had gotten to her bedroom he had heard the shower running, normally he would leave it at that but he needed to know.
"What?" he heard her call out from beyond the door.
He was starting to sweat, his eyes downcast almost fearing what she would say, "What happened to your face?" he asked.
The shower turned off and the door opened slightly, enough so she could pop her wet blonde head out.
"I thought someone had broken in and went to the kitchen door," she smiled here and it made his heart leap and then beat like a drum, a giddy feeling ran through him, "And the door came back and hit me." She gave a small giggle and a wave of dizziness almost knocked him off his feet.
As he turned around and walked out he discovered he hadn't heard her whole story, he was transfixed by her shining golden eyes and her warm smile.
'The only reason you were transfixed was because it was very out of place,' Roy nodded his head to himself and walked to the kitchen.
Now what to do with that large cockroach of hers?
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Another chapter finished, written by Jessica.
Ok this was meant to be up way, way earlier but things kept getting in the way.
Anyway since the holidays are coming up (I live in Australia) I'll have a 6 week break to finish everything.
And everyone will be happy to know that I past year 10 without handing in any work
And my cat (Bella will be a year old on Dec the 19th )
Hope everyone has a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year