Roy’s Perspective:
“The only way we can track down that serial killer is to split up.” I announced. My soldiers, 1st Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye, 2nd Lieutenant Jean Havoc, and Alphonse Elric were helping track down Barry the Chopper. He’s committed many murders by chopping up his victims with a butcher knife, I guess you could say that’s how he got his name.
“Yes, Sir.” replied Riza. Her and Alphonse started to walk down the dreary tunnel in the opposite direction. We were underneath laboratory five, originally looking for something Barry had lost. Barry’s soul was attached to a suit of armor, and he was used as an immortal slave. When he caught sight of his original body, he quickly realized there was a soul of another creature inside it.
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I kept shooting and shooting, but the homunculus would only regenerate her wounds. No matter how many bullets I fired, there was no way to get rid of her for good. After three rounds, my hands continued to shake violently, but I still aimed the gun at her. The tears burned as they stung my cheeks, and I forced myself to believe now was the time to give up. My legs gave out from under me, and I collapsed to the floor. Lust could care less about how broken I felt, never knowing how it felt to lose someone you love.
“Stand up Lieutenant.” I heard Alphonse say.
“What a shame you had to show up and fight armor boy, what a setback” Lust whined. Al’s hands clapped together and alchemical sparks formed around his newly transmuted sword.
“Oh would you look at that, you don’t need a transmutation circle to use alchemy!” Lust said. “Even with such talent, I’m afraid I can’t let you live either.”
I hated to think that disgusting voice would be the last Roy would ever hear. Terrible thoughts kept flooding my mind of how she might’ve killed him, and where. That didn’t matter though, because the room soon lit up in flames. Alphonse’s arm wrapped around me as he shielded me from the fire.
“What do you think you’re doing to my lieutenant.”
It was Roy.
“How?” Lust shrieked, now bent over on the floor. “How in the world did you
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“You even carved a transmutation circle into your hand! And you’re using that lighter for ignition.”
And with the flick of the lighter, sounds of Lust’s screams filled the empty room.
“Don’t underestimate me.” I heard him say in a very dark tone. Flame after flame, she slowly started losing grasp on her life. Finally, her body started breaking off into specs of nothing.
“You’ve finally done it, you killed me. I hate losing, even if there are better ways to die at the hands of a man like you.” Roy’s cold black eyes stared at her, emotionless. “I like your eyes, I can’t wait for the day when their wide with agony. That day, is soon.” Then it was over, her body didn’t leave a trace. Roy fell to the floor in pain from his wound.
“Colonel!” I cried out, running to be by his side.
“Lieutenant, are you okay?” He asked.
“Please sir, worry about yourself for once! We need to get you to a hospital, fast.” I could still feel tears trickling down my face.
“We need a doctor for Havoc too, hurry, before he’s gone for good.” But at least the Colonel was okay. This was definitely not the fight we were looking for, but we were able to escape with our lives, and that’s what
I came to a halt. My hands were bloodied and bruised. I finally let out the tears, and it wasn’t because of the pain I inflicted on my hands. It was realisation of losing my friend. Maybe we would have been more than that, even- if he was alive. I heaved, I whimpered, I couldn’t breathe. I yelled in agony, my fists didn’t hurt like how my heart
“I would never stab you. No, this is the part where I set you on fire,” she said pulling away. She started to mutter something and I pulled on my reserves of strength to bring my body up, relying on the chains to keep me suspended. I slammed my foot into her throat with a satisfying crunch. She flew back with a gurgle and clutched wildly at her throat.
Blood dripped from my knife as I grasped the leather wrapped handle, my hand seemingly frozen. I couldn't bring myself to move my arm or look away. "Did I do this? What have I done? Who am I?" Paralyzed as the crimson liquid built up at the tip of the bright blade, then fell, as if in slow motion. I was snapped from my trance as the glimmering droplet spattered on the dry, hard, dirt. "Who are you. The girl you used to be wouldn't be so heartless." Quickly I snatched up the hem of my tattered, brown cloak. Urgently wiping away the blood, as if that could wipe away the pain, the thoughts, the memories.... "That's not who you are know! She was weak and valuable." I quickly turned and walked swiftly
“In fifteen years, there’s been only one person who’s ever gotten the drop on me.” He angled his head back, not daring to look at the gunmen, letting the mystery unfold before him. He’s a wait-and-see man, she knows he always has been. Careful consideration, and exertion at the right moments; he’d taught her that and it’d been a hard lesson to learn. Not the hardest, but certainly hard. “And I know that person’s dead.”
“No, I’m just making sure she knows what she took away from me! I’m making sure she knows the pain she’s causing me! I want to make sure she feels that same pain!” He raised his voice as a wild look appeared in his eyes. I backed away faster, only to trip backward on the root of a tree. I quickly sat up and watched the man, my heart racing. I took a deep breath. I’m gonna die. I thought. This is how I go down. The man stepped closer and with every step I could smell strong whiskey. He was drunk and irrational. I started shaking from cold and fear. The man stopped, raised his gun, and spoke.
“I know,” she replies faintly. She tries to mentally prepare herself for what she’s about to do. She can still hear the noise of a gunshot, and she can feel the ringing in her ears. She closes her eyes, and the memory of Alex’s blood spilling onto the concrete is still fresh. Everything hurts, and she doesn’t want to do this anymore.
Two weeks later Barry woke up in a hospital surrounded by his family, Kate, Dr. Wells. Dr. Wells was the head of star labs and was concerned for Barry. At once they took him to star labs to examine his vitals. Surprisingly everything was normal and he was actually more healthy than he was before. The next morning he was running late for work and he needed to get to his car quick then a flash of light and he was downstairs with his cloths on teeth brushed and coffee in hand next to his car.
The room was empty except for a single, half-rotten low table. On it sat a single pendant, with another just beneath it. They both sparked slightly in the eerie light. Takemi picked them both up, taking special care of the one off the
“I wasn’t proposing that Montague was a mage! And you didn’t seem to think it was a big deal. So why now?”
Lilah flinched as the pain settled in her bones. She would’ve been okay with the death, with everything that came with it, but the pain. She’d never been too fond of the way the sting turned to itching. Or the way that the blood pooled around the cuts. The deep red that stained hand and lips the same way. It was everything she detested and lived for.
“NORA. Very likely. But you neither think nor talk like the man I can share my life with. When your terror was over- not for what threatened me, but for yourself- when there was nothing more to fear- then it seemed to you as though nothing had happened.
He opened the front door and immediately, heat blasted its way into his face. She clutched his baby close to his chest and sprinted to the car. The fire was already closer to the cabin than before, the flames beginning to scorch the back
“How do you think I feel? I left my best friend burning in the fire; her skin was melting off the way a hot knife cuts through butter! Those images you can’t unsee; things you could never imagine seeing in your life are now burned into my mind. So, how do you think I feel leaving my best friend melting away in her bed?”
She didn’t expect to be doing this again. To sit at the table on her apartment balcony, eating dinner as if they still loved each other, as if they were still together. A plate of barely touched food laid in front of her, taunting her with its appetizing smell, but she didn’t think she’d be able to stomach any of it if she were to eat it. She made an effort not to look at him choosing to look at the grey buildings behind him that were known as the Dromund Kaas citadel whilst his eyes burned into her skin, trying to express what he afraid want to put into words. I’m sorry. She may have silently forgiven him, but she’ll never forget what he did and how much it hurt her. Oh force, it hurt so much, she
“My name is Cecilia. As you can see, I am not getting burnt. This is not painful, this is not harmful. That’s why I can do this.” Cecilia spoke for the first time since she had been revealed, twirling the fire around her arms as she did before the lights were cast down. She paused a moment more after rolling the fire between her fingers and over her hands again. Embers from the fires had fallen beneath her feet and immediately snuffed out before anything around her could catch flame.