A/N: Omg it's a long chapter XP I had more time write, since I'm currently sitting at a booth advertising for my writing club ^_^ Please enjoy this chapter
As soon as Cyra activated the magic ring, she entered an alternate realm, the Shadow realm. The gray, blurred figures of her captors stood stock still. She smiled and took one step, which took her out of the room entirely with one great bound. Within ten steps, she was back at the hospital, in the room where she first awakened. Why do I come back here? She wondered as she looked down at Havoc's prone body. She deactivated the ring and appeared in front of the shocked man.
"We can't find her, Sir." Personnel told the Colonel.
"Search the city, immediately." Mustang ordered.
"Sir." A blonde haired, blue eyed woman said.
"Yes, Hawkeye?"
"Are you really going to play her game?"
"We have no choice." He strode past her as she took a familiar position a few paces behind him.
"Wha?" Havoc dropped his cigarette onto himself. As it burned him, he quickly brushed it off.
Cyra giggled at him, then stopped when she realized what she was doing. "Odd." She said to herself, truly perplexed.
"What? You appearing out of nowhere. I know. Not that I mind pretty girls suddenly appearing in my room."
"No…that sound I made." Her eyes looked away, deep in thought. Then, her heart skipped a beat as she noticed he said 'pretty'.
"Your laughter?" Havoc guessed.
"Laughter." She sat back on the bed, next to him.
"Is it so odd that you laugh?"
"Yes." She studied him closely, making him blush. Who was thins man who mixed up her emotions and made her feel so? The humans have a word for it, love, but I cannot love. "There's something bad coming." she said suddenly.
"What?"
Why am I telling him? She wondered. "Someone's coming…to test something." I may as well save this thing that intrigues me so. She decided.
"Test something?" Havoc wanted to know what she was doing there, without an escort, but decided there will be time for that later.
"Yes. He's a lich, and you know how insatiable their hunger for power is-"
"Lich?" He interrupted her.
"You don't know what a lich is?" She asked incredulously. "By Lolth's…" She dragged off. She stood up, closing her eyes, and thought.
"Ummm, Cyra?" Havoc leaned forward and touched her arm.
"Why?" she asked him.
"Why what?"
"Why am I telling you this? I have nothing to gain by saving you, yet I feel the urge to." She shook in frustration. "Why!? Did you cast some charm on me? I can't get you out of my head…"
Havoc grabbed her arm, and yanked her to him. When she was close enough, he placed his hands on either side of her face, and kissed her. Shock surfaced in her eyes, and she pulled away.
"Isn't it obvious? You love me." He said happily. She was an exotic beauty, and he loved it. He would chase her, no matter what problems or trials came with.
