I know it's been a ridiculously long amount of time since my update, but I finally have time to type and write. Also I've started writing my own story, if any one wants to read it I can email it to you ( I really need some feedback.)
Ling tugged on the rope again, he didn't want to rush but they had to set up camp before it got dark.
On the other side of the rope Roy felt the tug and sped up a little, they had been climbing this mountain for the last seven hours without rest. Two months ago when the young Xinganese boy agreed to teach him how to read auras he didn't think he would climb up the famous Briggs mounting range. For the last two months he had been learning the art of the Xinganese fighting style, Ling had taught him the basic movements and then set him up to spar with RanFan, this worked both as Roy's training and as rehabilitation for RanFan. This also set aside some time for Ling to speak to Riza.
Ling sighed and checked his map; they were nearing a clearing where they could set up camp. He was surprised by the quick process Roy had made in his training, at least the physical part, a man like Roy would have a harder time during the mental portion.
Reading auras was a difficult thing to learn, depending on the person it could be the back breaking martial arts, or the mental arts. To learn to read the auras it was best to go to a secluded area and concentrate on one aura (preferably a human) for several days. For Ling and RanFan they had been left in the desert around the land of Xing at the age of seven.
Roy felt the rope drop.
"This is it." Said Ling
"Great, so what now." Roy asked rubbing his hands together.
Ling sighed. "Now this."
Feeling extremely sadistic he turned around and gave a quick jab to Roy's neck. He sighed again as the man fell unconscious and fell to the snow littered ground.
Roy groaned as he tried to get to his feet but found that there where bonds at both his ankles and his wrists. In front of him he could feel a small fire.
"The ability to read auras is the ability to accept everything as it truly is, to accept the truth of the outside one must accept the truths within one's self."
Roy stopped struggling against his restraints.
Ling considered taking them off, but he remembered how he had reacted during his training and decided against it, a blind man running around a mountain range wouldn't be good.
"The next seventy-two hours will be hell." He hated the sound of his own voice. "You will leave yourself bare for yourself to see, anything you have felt, you will feel again."
Roy wore a puzzled look on his face as Ling pulled out a notebook Riza had been writing in for the last two months.
"January fifth 1891." Ling read. Roy stiffened .
"You are six years old, living in Central. Your mother is front you, do you remember what happened?"
"Mum!"
A gun was held at her forehead, the man behind her held the gun laughed as he pulled off the diamond necklace she wore.
He could only crouch in fear as the trigger was pulled and the mugger ran off into the shadows leaving him staring at his mother as a puddle of blood formed around her.
Ling watched the man shudder and continued to read. "Years have passed, you joined the military, you wanted to make a difference, you didn't expect to go to war.
The land was quiet for a second, then an explosion rang in the distance and the air became a wall of bullets, every second was death that nearly missed him.
Ling watched as Roy closed his eyes tighter, as if though trying to block out the memories. He kept reading.
"You are underneath laboratory three, the homunculis Lust if coming after you, you are powerless."
She had torn his gloves, Havoc was lying there bleeding, he couldn't let anyone else die before him, not again Dammit!
Ling sighed again and closed the book.
"Wow kid, what the hell are you trying to do to him?" asked Greed.
"This is what a person had to do in exchange for the ability." Said Ling.
Roy still sat on the ground, a drop of blood fell from his tightly clenched hands where his nails had dug into his palm.