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Adult ++
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5
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6
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In the Darkness
When Roy came to, he was still somewhere in the warehouse but definitely not in the same room. This room was smaller and in place of crates and boxes were chairs and tables. “Look who decided to join the party,” said Kimbley from somewhere behind him. “Please, don’t get up.” Mustang tried to move his arms and found that they’d been tied fast to the chair he’d wound up on. “Not that you could if you wanted.”
“Where is she?” Mustang demanded as he realized his gloves had been removed.
“You mean your faithful first lieutenant?” His chair suddenly spun around and Kimbley pointed to another table that she was lying on top of, completely still. “Alive and well, I promise you. As long as you cooperate with me, that is.”
“What do you want?”
“First, I want you to help me get out of the country. Second, call off the military dogs that are looking for me…”
“You just want to run away…coward.”
“Being here as a wanted man makes it hard to enjoy my hobbies.” He grinned. “Not that it matters because you won’t do either of those things. You’ve got this idea that bad people need to be punished and you’re just the one to do it. You’re God’s right hand…the great Flame Alchemist. I really hate you, Roy.” Kimbley walked over to the table where Hawkeye was and placed one hand on her leg. “Maybe I’m just jealous…because you have everything I should. That’s how this whole ordeal got started, right, Hawkeye?”
“Stop it…” she said to him and Mustang realized for the first time that she was still conscious. He’d tied her arms and legs down to the table.
“Stop it! Don’t.” He mocked. “You said the same thing back then. Ever since the last time, I’ve wanted to tell you something, bitch.” He leaned over her. “I told you then that I was going to take you over and over again until he showed up to save you and then blow you up in front of him. I took care of the first part back then but the last two parts had to wait…I had to let you think about it for a whole year. How close have you two gotten over the past year? Did you go to his bed, you little whore? Hm? I bet the whole time you couldn’t stop thinking about me, right? Just when you thought things were getting better…when you thought your Roy would help you get over everything that happened showed up…That’s right. I came back right when he was about to save you. Can you guess what I’m going to do next?” Kimbley looked back over at Mustang. “Wait…I want to hear you guess.”
“I won’t let you harm her.”
“Look at you!” The Crimson Alchemist threw his hands up into the air. “You’re tied to a chair without your precious gloves…you’re helpless and you think you can stop me? Why would you want to?” He moved closer to Mustang and bent over so that his face was directly in front of Roy’s. “I want to know how it feels to know that I got her before you did. Would you believe me if I told you she moaned like a whoar the whole time? You’re getting angry…that’s good. That makes the whole setup more effective…lets me know I picked the right target. Now you can watch helplessly as I blow up your lover and you’ll be all alone in the world…”
“You fool…” Mustang smiled.
“What are you smiling about?”
“Roy Mustang is never completely helpless.” The ropes bounding him to the chair suddenly erupted into flames and he pulled free, lunging directly at Kimbley. He wrapped his hands around the man’s throat and held tight. The very surprised Kimbley struggled to free himself from Mustang’s grasp to no avail. Roy held the struggling Kimbley in his grasp until he lost consciousness and then tossed him to the floor. He then slipped on his gloves and ran to Riza’s side and untied the ropes that held her to the table.
“I don’t understand…” came Kimbley’s weak voice. “Without your gloves…you didn’t have a transmutation circle. You couldn’t have made a flame out of nowhere like that.” Mustang turned back to him and pointed to a small, charred stick lying on the floor. “A match?” Kimbley said and shook his head. “I was beaten by a match…”
“Make so much as one move and I’ll cook you where you stand.” Roy warned him and helped Hawkeye to her feet. As soon as her feet were back on the floor she pulled her sidearm and aimed it at Kimbley’s head.
“This is why I came,” she explained, staring at him coldly. “I was hoping to have the chance to kill you. I just didn’t realize it until now.”
Should I stop her? Roy wondered. She has every right to put a bullet in his head and no one would have to know what happened.
“I thought you’d ruined my life.” she continued. “I can’t sleep in my own bed now without worrying about whether or not all my doors and windows are locked. I can’t take a walk, I can’t be alone, and I can’t be with anyone… I’ve been so afraid that it’s going to happen to me again. I was told that I was lucky you didn’t kill me. I’ve thought all this time it would have been better if you had. I could have escaped this torture you’ve put me through for more than a year. Death would have been the easy way out. But you didn’t kill me. You wouldn’t let me take the easy way out and I won’t let you…” She lowered her gun. “I want you to rot in prison, Kimbley, and suffer there for the rest of your life. I want you to curse my name every day for letting you live and I want you to wish that I’d killed you today.”
“Riza…” Roy grabbed her and pulled her into an embrace as if to say, “It’s alright…it’s over.” Kimbley just stared at the two of them with his mouth open.
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Kimbley was retried and sentenced to die for his crimes. Thanks to Roy pulling some strings and using what connections he could rely on, however, Kimbley’s sentence was reduced to life in prison…no chance of parole. He was put back in his wooden shackles and shut in the darkest, most secluded room of the prison where the world should have forgotten him.
Sometimes, Riza would still wake up crying as she recalled the events she desperately wanted to forget. And sometimes she still felt inadequate and half empty, wishing she could give more of herself to the man she loved. But even on the darkest of nights, she could still bury herself in his arms and make everything alright again.
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Authors notes: Not sure where this would fit in the series but I hope you enjoyed it just the same. Thanks for your reviews!
“Where is she?” Mustang demanded as he realized his gloves had been removed.
“You mean your faithful first lieutenant?” His chair suddenly spun around and Kimbley pointed to another table that she was lying on top of, completely still. “Alive and well, I promise you. As long as you cooperate with me, that is.”
“What do you want?”
“First, I want you to help me get out of the country. Second, call off the military dogs that are looking for me…”
“You just want to run away…coward.”
“Being here as a wanted man makes it hard to enjoy my hobbies.” He grinned. “Not that it matters because you won’t do either of those things. You’ve got this idea that bad people need to be punished and you’re just the one to do it. You’re God’s right hand…the great Flame Alchemist. I really hate you, Roy.” Kimbley walked over to the table where Hawkeye was and placed one hand on her leg. “Maybe I’m just jealous…because you have everything I should. That’s how this whole ordeal got started, right, Hawkeye?”
“Stop it…” she said to him and Mustang realized for the first time that she was still conscious. He’d tied her arms and legs down to the table.
“Stop it! Don’t.” He mocked. “You said the same thing back then. Ever since the last time, I’ve wanted to tell you something, bitch.” He leaned over her. “I told you then that I was going to take you over and over again until he showed up to save you and then blow you up in front of him. I took care of the first part back then but the last two parts had to wait…I had to let you think about it for a whole year. How close have you two gotten over the past year? Did you go to his bed, you little whore? Hm? I bet the whole time you couldn’t stop thinking about me, right? Just when you thought things were getting better…when you thought your Roy would help you get over everything that happened showed up…That’s right. I came back right when he was about to save you. Can you guess what I’m going to do next?” Kimbley looked back over at Mustang. “Wait…I want to hear you guess.”
“I won’t let you harm her.”
“Look at you!” The Crimson Alchemist threw his hands up into the air. “You’re tied to a chair without your precious gloves…you’re helpless and you think you can stop me? Why would you want to?” He moved closer to Mustang and bent over so that his face was directly in front of Roy’s. “I want to know how it feels to know that I got her before you did. Would you believe me if I told you she moaned like a whoar the whole time? You’re getting angry…that’s good. That makes the whole setup more effective…lets me know I picked the right target. Now you can watch helplessly as I blow up your lover and you’ll be all alone in the world…”
“You fool…” Mustang smiled.
“What are you smiling about?”
“Roy Mustang is never completely helpless.” The ropes bounding him to the chair suddenly erupted into flames and he pulled free, lunging directly at Kimbley. He wrapped his hands around the man’s throat and held tight. The very surprised Kimbley struggled to free himself from Mustang’s grasp to no avail. Roy held the struggling Kimbley in his grasp until he lost consciousness and then tossed him to the floor. He then slipped on his gloves and ran to Riza’s side and untied the ropes that held her to the table.
“I don’t understand…” came Kimbley’s weak voice. “Without your gloves…you didn’t have a transmutation circle. You couldn’t have made a flame out of nowhere like that.” Mustang turned back to him and pointed to a small, charred stick lying on the floor. “A match?” Kimbley said and shook his head. “I was beaten by a match…”
“Make so much as one move and I’ll cook you where you stand.” Roy warned him and helped Hawkeye to her feet. As soon as her feet were back on the floor she pulled her sidearm and aimed it at Kimbley’s head.
“This is why I came,” she explained, staring at him coldly. “I was hoping to have the chance to kill you. I just didn’t realize it until now.”
Should I stop her? Roy wondered. She has every right to put a bullet in his head and no one would have to know what happened.
“I thought you’d ruined my life.” she continued. “I can’t sleep in my own bed now without worrying about whether or not all my doors and windows are locked. I can’t take a walk, I can’t be alone, and I can’t be with anyone… I’ve been so afraid that it’s going to happen to me again. I was told that I was lucky you didn’t kill me. I’ve thought all this time it would have been better if you had. I could have escaped this torture you’ve put me through for more than a year. Death would have been the easy way out. But you didn’t kill me. You wouldn’t let me take the easy way out and I won’t let you…” She lowered her gun. “I want you to rot in prison, Kimbley, and suffer there for the rest of your life. I want you to curse my name every day for letting you live and I want you to wish that I’d killed you today.”
“Riza…” Roy grabbed her and pulled her into an embrace as if to say, “It’s alright…it’s over.” Kimbley just stared at the two of them with his mouth open.
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Kimbley was retried and sentenced to die for his crimes. Thanks to Roy pulling some strings and using what connections he could rely on, however, Kimbley’s sentence was reduced to life in prison…no chance of parole. He was put back in his wooden shackles and shut in the darkest, most secluded room of the prison where the world should have forgotten him.
Sometimes, Riza would still wake up crying as she recalled the events she desperately wanted to forget. And sometimes she still felt inadequate and half empty, wishing she could give more of herself to the man she loved. But even on the darkest of nights, she could still bury herself in his arms and make everything alright again.
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Authors notes: Not sure where this would fit in the series but I hope you enjoyed it just the same. Thanks for your reviews!