A/N: Heys ^_^ So, if you didn't notice, I changed the title. I thought this one has a better ring to it, but still getting the message across like the first one…..I hope lol
"Hello." Mustang set a pile of documents on a flimsy table and sat across from his interegee. Cyra was now cuffed to her chair by one hand.
Her only response was a cold stare.
"I'd like to ask you a couple questions." No response. "Did you do a human transmutation that altered your appearance and left you unconscious on the ground?"
She stared at him for a moment. "Explain to me what human transmutation is." She decided that being in the know was healthier than her pride at the moment.
"It's doing alchemy with human lives." He sat back.
"Alchemy?" She laughed. "I leave alchemy to the alchemists."
"Then…you say you didn't do any alchemy?" He crossed his fingers in front of his face.
"I didn't." She stood up, now free from the cuffs.
"When?" Mustang jolted up.
"I'm done with this. I know what I need to know." Cyra walked to the door.
"Wait!" He yelled, causing her to pause, hand on the handle. "This is a military base. Do you think you can get out of here? If you do this, it wont help to prove your innocence."
She laughed maniacally, then turned deadly serious. "I know no matter what I say, you're going to lock me up." His eyes narrowed at the deduction, getting mentally ready for the ensuing chase. "It's because I'm not human. But you can't figure out what I am, can you?"
"Are you a homunculus?" He said under his breath, but she heard him.
"Hah!" She snarled, offended by the comment. "Wouldn't you like to know." She wasn't going to indulge everything about herself to this human. "Now I'll-" She was interrupted by a sudden burst if flame. She jumped back to avoid getting burned, only slight shock could be seen in her eyes.
"Sir!" Army men blocked the doorway, guns pointed at her. While they talked, she eyed the odd weapons. "We heard an explosion."
"Everything's fine. She was just about to sit down so we can resume questioning." Mustang said, practically ordering Cyra.
"If you can catch me, I'll answer all your questions." She smiled, and held up her hand.
On her middle finger was a band of darkness, a deeper black than her own skin, as if it was a void. She invoked her ring and disappeared from sight.
"Find her!" Mustang yelled out, as soldiers ran about to search the whole building. Mustang just stood there, staring at the spot Cyra once stood.
