Yay, I have written the 2nd chapter of my story! After haven been told that my grammar was awful in the first chapter by Inuchron, I have read this over and over again to check for errors, but hopefully there won't be as many as the first one. There will hopefully be another chapter, and I am very surprised at how far I have got and how much I have written. This is a miricale for me!! ^-^
Enjoy!
An eye for an eye, a tear for a Roy.
Hawkeye's heart began to pound heavier and quicker. Her breathing was heavier and the ability to breathe was decreasing. Another tear screamed down her face and fell on the floor. Her body was still frozen and her brain wasn't engaging what just happened. More tears began to fall from her face until she finally moved from her frozen position into a heap next to Roy's injured body.
"Colonel. Wake up, Colonel." She sobbed over his lifeless body. She had no response from Roy and this only panic her more. "Someone, help!" She yelled, hoping that one person could hear her cries.
Footsteps were emerging from behind Hawkeye until a familiar voice was heard.
"Hawkeye, what happened?" Armstrong was standing opposite Hawkeye and looked at Roy's gun shot wound. "We need to get him back to Central. Hawkeye please gather the others and meet me back at Central." Hawkeye was just sat there crying over Roy. She was clutching his lifeless body trying to get him to talk to reassure her that he was still alive.
"Come on Roy, please wake up and say something." Her tears were more recurring.
"Hawkeye. You need to let go of him so that I can take him to the hospital. If I don't get him to the hospital soon then he might not live." Armstrong informed her. At this point, she slowly released him from her grasp and allowed Armstrong to take him to hospital. "Now go and gather the others." Armstrong ran away from Hawkeye with Roy over his shoulder. Hawkeye stood there staring at Roy and wishing that he would make a recovery.
She turned around quickly and began to run in hope of finding the others. Due to the tears in her eyes, her vision was restricted and all the objects in front of her were blurred.
"Falman, Fuery, Havoc, Breda. Where are you?" She shouted into the air.
"Hey, did you hear something, Breda?" Havoc asked, with his cigarette waving in his mouth.
"Falman, Fuery, Havoc, Breda." The voice shouted again.
"It sounds like Hawkeye." Breda responded.
Breda and Havoc decided to follow this voice to see who was calling their name. Both of them walked up towards the exit of the alleyway they were in and saw a person stumbling across the gap.
"Quick, follow that person, it looked like Hawkeye." Havoc told to Breda. "Hawkeye. Hawkeye."
They reached the top of the alleyway and turned left to follow what they thought was Hawkeye. The person began to enlarge as Havoc and Breda continued.
"Hawkeye." Havoc shouted again. The person didn't turn round. The person had a grasp of their left arm and was slowing down with every step. Breda went ahead of Havoc and realised that this person didn't have the same clothing as Hawkeye. He pulled the person's right shoulder back towards him. The person fell to the ground instantly. Breda stared down at this mysterious person and pulled his gun out towards the person.
"This isn't Hawkeye." Havoc said to Breda, looking very confused. "Who are you? And what happened to you?"
The person was lying on the floor crying in pain from their wound.
"The name's Sven, and I was shot by this crazy women in blue uniform."
The two boys looked at it each other and then name thought was running through their minds. Hawkeye.
"You must have done something pretty damn awful to make her do that to you? Why don't you tell us what happened?" Havoc explained.
"I'm not saying anything. You are on her side." He shouted in agony.
"Listen, you can either tell us what happened or you can tell us down at Central in front of her." Havoc responded.
Sven made a run for it. He obviously didn't want to have his head chopped off for trying to kill a Colonel. Breda started to run again and quickly caught up with. This time he grabbed the back of Sven's jacket and pulled him to the ground, but he didn't let go this time.
"I take it we will take this to Central then." Breda told Sven. Grabbing him by the collar of Sven's Jacket, Breda dragged him to Central.
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Hawkeye continued running through the city to try and find the others. She still thought she was trying to find all four of them, so she continued to shout their names. She could feel herself running out of energy and her pace was slowing down. She had to stop soon otherwise she would end up in the hospital as well. She reached a shop and went in to find a drink. The shop was a little Café that was almost empty. She went in and searched for a seat and a table. She peered round and saw two people in Military uniform hiding in the far corner. She headed over to them and took a stood next to them.
"We have to back to Central now." She informed them. She turned around instantly and headed out the door without a drink. They both stared at each other thinking what was that about? Falman finished his last sip and followed Hawkeye out the door.
"Have you seen the other two?" Hawkeye asked.
"No." Falman responded.
"If we keep walking we might find them." She said with little emotion. She was too fixated on how Roy was and if he had made a recovery.
"Has something happened, Hawkeye?" Fuery asked sheepishly. Hawkeye continued walking for a bit before she eventually stopped and turned to face them.
"Roy was shot in his left shoulder by a mysterious figure. I shot the figure down and I have no idea where that figure is and who it was. Armstrong has taken Roy to Central to be checked." Her voice was shaking at the end and Falman and Fuery noticed this.
"Maybe you should go back to Central to see if Roy is recovering. We will keep an eye out for this figure and the other two." Falman told Hawkeye. Hawkeye nodded back at him walked towards Central. As she walked on further, she wiped a tear that was running down her face.
She could see Central building drawing closer. She started to run so that she could get there quicker. Her pace quickened and the building was getting closer. She reached the steps by the main entrance and sped up. When she got to the doors, she stopped for a second, took a deep breathe in and opened the door. She looked around the entrance and everything looked normal. She didn't know if she should be relieved or worried. She took a few steps in and heard her name being called from her right.
"Hawkeye, did you find the others then?" It was Armstrong.
"I located Falman and Fuery, but I didn't find Breda and Havoc. Falman and Fuery are still out there looking for them." She replied.
"There's no point. Breda and Havoc are here with a suspect who has a gun shot wound to his left arm."
Hawkeye's face widened and she headed in the direction that Armstrong just came from.
"Hawkeye, don't go after the man. He is in enough pain as it is. Plus he's being questioned about Roy's injuries."
Hawkeye stopped in her tracks.
"How is Roy?" She asked.
"He is in theatre at the moment. They are trying to remove the bullet and to stop the bleeding. The doctor's are doing all they can to keep him alive. They say that there is a higher possibility of him not making a recovery, so be prepared."
Hawkeye fell to the nearest chair and sat there with her head in her hands. She started to cry.
"It's my entire fault. I should have gone to him quicker. I should have never let him out of my sight for one second." She sobbed into her hands.
Armstrong walked over to comfort her. He sat on the chair next to her on her left.
"It's no ones fault. We couldn't have predicted this. This might have been a random attack on the Military for all we know." He was trying to reassure her and to try and stop her from crying. He gave her a piece of tissue to dry her eyes.
"So how long before we can see him?" She asked.
"They didn't tell me anything. All they told me was what I have told you. We will just have to be patient." There was a moment of silence between the two of them. "So, how are we going to retrieve Falman and Fuery?"
"One of us will have to go out and search for them." Hawkeye wiped her eyes with the tissue that Armstrong gave her.
"I will go out. You are too emotional at this point and I think that Roy would prefer to see you first when he comes back." With those words Armstrong disappeared out the doors.
Hawkeye sat there for what felt like years. She got up a few times to have a look for any sign of Roy or a doctor. When she didn't see him for half an hour, she decided to go up to the office. When she was walking down the corridor she peered out of every window and viewed the city.
This is what got Roy shot.She thought to herself. She reached the office and on the door it had 'Colonel Roy Mustang' engraved. She brushed her fingers across the name and went in. She looked around the office and her imagination was creating a Roy ghost sat at his desk smiling at her. She shut the door and sat at her desk, which was right next to Roy's. Seeing this just made her cry again. This time her head was against the desk and tear drops were forming on the desk.
She shortly began to reduce her tears and stared out of the same window as earlier. When looking out, she could see Falman and Fuery. They were still wondering around the city trying to find Breda and Havoc. She also found Armstrong. He wasn't far from them. She continued watching them for another twenty minutes until they found each other. They started to head back to Central. This is when she decided to go back to the chair she was sat at so that Armstrong knew where she was and didn't have to go out on another wild goose chase.
She walked past many people in the corridor and she occasionally bumped into a few people without knowing. She found the same seat as a minute again and decided to sit there and wait for the others.
What if he doesn't make it through? How am I going to continue working for the military? It won't feel the same; I will have to find another job as I cannot stand being apart from Roy. She thought to herself.
The main entrance doors opened and the three men walked through the doors. Armstrong saw Hawkeye sat at the same chair and headed over towards her.
"Have you heard anything yet, Hawkeye?" Armstrong asked.
Hawkeye didn't say anything.
Dun dun daaaaa... what will happen next... tune in for the next chapter.... when I have finally written it!!! but who knows when that might be as im far behind on coursework and exams are coming up shortly EEK!!