Tainted Creations

Chap4

The room was cold... she could feel her skin shiver out of it’s own accord. Curling into herself did little to warm her chilled flesh, but it comforted her all the same. She could feel eyes on her, she knew someone was in the room with her. She could smell their skin… cense their body stir when she moved.
Who ever it was, they were not comfortable around her. She hesitated to open her eyes, fearing that she could be restrained if the being in the room with her felt threatened enough. Was she still in the facility? No, the smells were completely deferent. Only humans occupied this space. Not a drop of Chimera blood had permeated these floors… nor was her own cent present beyond the small bed she lay on. No, this place was clean… truly clean, not just the elusion of spotless, sterile tables and floors. Only human blood and sweat had touched a thing… and for purposes of healing if her acute censes were setting her strait. Panic fell away slowly, the thoughts passed of being strapped into submission… these beings would not harm her as long as she cooperated, she assumed. This was manageable. It would take restraint, but she would not lash out on humans that had offered no ill treatment. If anything she was indebt to these people… they had freed her.
A friendly knock at the door stole her train of thought. A woman’s voice from inside the room spoke firmly, “come in.”
The door swung open with well oiled hinges, as a set of heavy boots paced into the room against tile flooring.
“Coronal sir, I wasn’t expecting,”
“Well... how is she recovering?” a man with a strong, yet somehow gentle voice asked. She could feel is eyes fall on her form against the mattress... for some reason this man’s voice and steady gazes stirred her to open her eyes.
Nether of them noticed.
“She seems to be coming off the sedatives that were in her blood stream rather quickly. She’s been moving around more frequently. Frankly sir, I’m surprised she was still alive when we found her... that amount of morphine in a normal human should have killed her, ser.”
Roy closed his eyes... having to realize that this girl’s obscurities was making him think twice about Full Metal’s statement. “Thank you, Hawkeye... that will be all for now. I called on Havoc to take the next shift. I just don’t think we should leave her alone with the medical staff until she wakes up. We don’t know how she’s going to react.”
“Yes sir. I’ll be leaving now. Will you be staying here a wile?”
“Not for very long... just until Havoc arrives.”
“Good sir, you need your rest.”

When the door shut behind the woman named “Hawkeye” the air seemed to grow a little bit thicker, harder to take in. This man was powerful... she could feel the power resonating softly, subtly from his body. He was... gorgeous... and she hadn’t even laid eyes on him yet. She could just tell that his power was warm...very warm.
“I don’t know if you can hear me, but...” he took a seat in chair that faced the girl’s back, it screeched as he pulled it a little closer to the bed.
“ you shouldn’t be scared… we…”
She couldn’t take it anymore. She tuned over to see him, yearning to find a face to match that beautiful voice.
He was a little stunned to say the least. Mismatch eyes… green and brown cast softly over his own dark orbs. She looked… fascinated? Was that it?
those strange eyes showed pride, power, confidence, things he would have never dreamed of seeing in a woman who had been an experiment, living in the basement of a lab.
“Miss,” Roy didn’t move his gaze from those odd bright eyes, “My name is Coronal Roy Mustang. You’re in the Central Headquarters Hospital. We had to transported here from the testing facility you were found in this morning. I mean you no harm. Nor dose anyone ells in this building. You seem to have minimal physical injuries, but it would be best if you stay in bead for the time being. ” His words were reassuring, his eyes showed warmth that was truly radiant. It wasn’t just the speech of a soldier who had been practicing outside the door. This man knew what the hell he was talking about.
She glanced dawn at his gloved hands thoughtfully. “You’re an alchemist I assume?” It was much more of a statement than a question, but she left the questioning in her words to be polite.
“Yes, State Alchemist to be more priciest, but yes, an alchemist all the same.”
Suddenly those eyes didn’t look so strong, something fell from them, fallowing the shiver that ran dawn her left arm. Roy didn’t know weather or not to tell her anything more about himself. She looked a little taken back.
“ Would you like a glass of water, miss.?”
She closed her eyes slowly, “That would be nice, but I ashier you, you needn’t trouble yourself with me... I’ll be fine.”
“ I insist miss. Please.” Roy stood and walked to the other side of the bead, were a pitcher and a glass sat on a small table. The woman sat up slowly, her eyes her to the wall. He poured the glass half full and handed it to her. Her eyes were again drawn to his hands as the glass passed to her own.
“I don’t mean to be intrusive, but may I ask your name?” Roy shifted, a little bit uncomfortable after a longer silence than what he would have hoped for. She moved a little stiffly in the bead before she looked up at him.
“Iris Finch, sir.”