I couldn't think as I wandered the streets of Central. Everything seemed so wrong. I felt so wrong here. I didn't fit, with my old and ripped shirt and pants. Ed and Al seemed so far away. It was a while ago when I last saw them. I now served as a dog for Mr. Mustang. I was fine with that. We got along better now, a couple of insults each day.
Hughes sadly was murdered. My heart ached with each thought of his smiling face, him sticking his daughter's photo in my face when I'm trying to eat lunch, and of course... his cheerful mood. Hawkeye seemed stricter as Mustang grew more stupider.
I felt eyes follow me as I walked down a dark alley, a shortcut to my living quaters. (Aka a room with Hawkeye, as there is no place else to go.) I rubbed my left hand against my black cloak and as I felt someone get closer, I turned and clapped my hands together. A spark of electricity flowed around me, and I heard a crackle as it shot toward the ground. A man in a shirt with a jacket. I couldn't see his eyes, they were covered with glasses. The dark skin. The X-shaped scar on his forehead was partly visible.
I glared, my hands still held together.
"You. You're Scar." I muttered, watching him intently, for any movement. I knew I could die. I could run.
"State Alchemist."
"Die! Die! Die!" I screamed as I sprinted for the apartment building at least a few blocks away. Scar didn't follow.
"Riza!" I called as I bursted into the apartment. Black Hayate barked a few times, his tail flung around happily. I gave him a quick pat as I heard the shower that was running turn off. I noticed the door was still wide open, I twirled back and closed it. A nice loud bang was made as the door closed.
Oops. I guess I could go to bed.. I mean.. I bet Scar won't break into the apartment.. Hawkeye would shoot him.. I think.. Or will he... Crap.
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