Beneath It All

Hey people! I'm so glad that you liked Split Second Changes. This is my newest fic. I hope you like this one.

Prologue: Storm

Riza had been walking for hours. The rain was coming down harder now. She shivered, it was so cold. Suddenly she saw a hut. Relief poured through her. She jogged the rest of the way. It looked deserted. She opened the door and stepped inside. There was a fireplace, bed, blankets, and a woman's clothes chest. Firewood was stacked in a corner. She sat on the bed. A hand grabbed her. She sprang away, pulling out her gun and aiming it. Terror had coursed through her veins at the unfamiliar touch.

Scar watched as the woman in front of him fought with her conflicting emotions. The terror left her brown eyes. She knew him. He saw it in her eyes. For some reason, not known to him, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Scar." It irked her that she had been frightened. "Next time warn me when you're going to grad me!" She snarled.

Scar cocked an eyebrow. 'This woman is certainly odd. Not much scares her. I've seen her shooting. One wrong move and I would be dead at this range.' "Why are you here?"

Riza looked at him with irritated brown eyes. "If you hadn't noticed, it's raining. Hard. Quite frankly, I don't have any sort of death wish. Unlike some people I would prefer to stay alive and out of the hospital." 'Now what do I do? I can't just kill him. He hasn't tried to kill me.' "Listen up, Scar, I have to get out of these wet clothes. Turn around and don't do so much as twitch. If I see you moving I'll kill you for trying to look."

Scar looked amused, slightly, but turned around.

Riza looked through the clothes but only found one dress that would fit her. It was a winter dress. She growled but started to undress anyway. She quickly redressed. The dress went all the way to the floor. The soft material whispered as she turned to look at Scar. "You can turn around. I'm decent."

Scar turned. He was glad that his glasses hid his expression…