Author Note: Back to the high numbers… Sorry this update took so long, I have been busy. I actually finished writing it a few days ago was being lazy and waited until now to type it up. R&R
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As Roy strolled down the halls of Central Command, he listened to the echoing of his footsteps. He was all alone in the hallway and each step rang out like a gunshot. No longer would there be another set of footsteps watching his back, he had lost her.
The repetitive sound came to a stuttering halt as Roy ceased his movement. He could her two more sets of steps echoing down the corridor in front of him, one of them familiar.
Roy snapped into a salute as Fuhrer Bradley stepped around the corner with Riza following close behind. Bradley nodded at Roy and paid him no more attention he would pay any other soldier.
Roy's eyes met Riza's as she walked by, making note of the small horizontal scratch on her cheek. His heart filled with panic as he thought about the phone call they had shared the other night. She had sounded shaken and scared. Not much scared Riza Hawkeye, so if she was afraid then the rest of the world should be too.
Her footsteps carried on as Roy's mind raced, running through possible ways to gain a scratch of that nature. She might have just tripped, but that would not explain the phone call. Roy glanced back at her retreating form and inconspicuously checked for other injuries as the scenarios in his mind got increasingly worse.
By the time Roy took a deep breath to calm himself down, he wanted to strangle the Fuhrer. But he did not. Asking Riza what had actually happened would be more efficient. But Bradley was still with her and Roy resisted the urge to blurt out his many questions as she disappeared down the hall.
Roy held his tongue and listened as her footsteps faded away.
As Roy resumed walking, he made a silent vow to himself. He would find out what had hurt Riza, and kill it. Be it Bradley, a bookshelf, or another one of the Homunculus, he would do everything in his power to keep her from being hurt by it again.
Even though this was an unreasonable vow, Roy was determined to keep it. It would keep him sane in these dark times and make it slightly bearable to just hear his own tortured footsteps echoing through the halls.
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End note: Not much for three weeks, I know.
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