Author Note: I was sitting in my stats class, trying to think of what I could do for this one, and suddenly went Eureka! Not out loud, in my head. R&R
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Roy stood with his back against a solid brick wall, praying to a god he didn't believe in not to get caught.
He let out a sigh of relief as the person he was following didn't seem to notice the teenage boy a few feet behind her.
Roy did not usually worry about his master's daughter, but she usually did not go out shopping in the middle of the night either.
Roy was so busy sneaking from alleyway to alleyway that he did not take the time to make sure the alleys were empty. He was not paying any attention to the people around him. While Riza was in the store, Roy was peeking out of alley and felt someone ensnare his arms from behind.
"What the hell you doin' kid?" A gruff voice questioned, booming in the dim light, "you lookin' for trouble in our alley?"
A couple of other voices laughed in return as Roy squirmed in the grip of his captor.
"Let me go." He said as calmly as he could manage in the situation. If only he could get his arms free, he could easily beat these thugs.
They were not going to give him that chance, and the one that addressed him pulled out a pocket knife.
Roy's struggles grew more frantic as the sharp object came closer. He was totally going to die. Hopefully Riza wouldn't notice his rotting corpse in the alley on her way home and decide to investigate. He closed his eyes and waited for the pain. It never came.
Roy's eyes snapped open as a gunshot rang out. The thug with the knife stared at the hilt of his blade in confusion because that was all he had, a hilt. The blade itself had been shot off.
Everyone in the alley turned to the entrance and gaped at the figure standing there.
Riza Hawkeye, 12 years old, four and a half feet tall, with a bag of groceries and a smoking gun, was livid.
"Scram," she said in her boldest voice, "Or the next bullet will be between your eyes."
The thugs exchanged an uneasy glance, even though there were more of them, they didn't have a gun. Knifes were no match for guns and this teenager was not worth getting shot.
They dropped Roy in an undignified heap and left through the back entrance of the alleyway.
Riza ran over and helped him up as soon as they were gone. Roy thought he saw a hint of concern in her eyes, but it may have been a trick of the light.
20 years later, Roy felt a sense of déjà vu.
After following Riza to ensure she would not be attacked by Barry the Chopper, Roy found himself corned by none other than the criminal he was attemting to avoid. In the rain, without a gun.
Riza saved him yet again and they laughed about how things never change, she would always be skillful and he would always be clumsy.
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End note: So yeah… I finished writing the assassin story; it is 53 pages in all. I still have a whole lot to type though.
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