Noxious Jest Chapter 2, a fullmetal alchemist fanfic

Noxious Jest- Chapter 2

UPDATE- I fixed grammar mistakes and made it more in character over all. It's been half a year since I last updated so I had to improve my writing to match the newer stuff. Overall not my best, I like the next chapter much more.

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Things you should know: Not all is what it seems, and that all will be explained soon so for those of you confused I apologize. I will explain every detail, down to Roy's mismatched eyes ;)~~~~~Also, I don't have a beta-reader, so I'm the only one that is proof-reading this so it may have a few mistakes, I normally re-read it the next day and improve it, but I try to avoid that because I end up re-writing everything and end up unsatisfied…heh

Things to expect: Roy POV this chapter and it sadly has no Ed in it…yet. It's a bit of a background chapter and its pretty short (2000 words).

Warnings: None for this I think...

Infringement is not intended upon any of these people and/or companies; this is purely for personal entertainment.

Mustang sighed for the thirtieth time as he repetitively signed away papers. Hawkeye was as dedicated as ever at not letting him slack.

She was perched at her desk outside his office as usual, organizing paperwork and keeping an eye on her co-workers.

She really was the only competent one out of all of them.

Realizing where the rest of his thoughts would lead he stopped thinking and continued signing papers. The stack on his desk shrunk too slowly for his liking. As much as he liked procrastinating, he didn't want to stay in the office too long.

It was common knowledge that the military building was an uncomfortable place to spend the night finishing work. Simply because if your superiors felt it was time to have a friendly chat, you had no excuse to escape.

Roy's diligent writing was interrupted by the shrill of the office phone ringing. He made a grab for the phone, but Hawkeye beat him to it. Disappointed, he forced himself to smother his curiosity and wait.

The phone didn't ring often enough. He sulked. At least when Hughes was alive, he would call Roy every chance he could. Now the office was silent most of the day, leaving them with nothing but work to do.

Sure enough, he heard Hawkeye's sharp footsteps approach his door. He piped up, making a scramble to appear productive.

She tapped his door briefly before opening and peaking her head into the room.

The colonel was sitting with a dramatically concentrated look on his face, clutching his pen mid-motion on a document.

Riza sighed.

"Colonel, it's a call from sector-9. He says it's important,"

He raised his head and looked at her with feigned boredom and motioned for the phone.

He stood coolly from his seat and strode over to her, where she held out a phone to him.

Roy tucked the phone onto his ear.

"Colonel Roy mustang speaking,"

'Colonel' he mused. It felt just like old times. Before everything. He used to be a Brigadier General, but dropped everything, his title and his rank after the assasianation.

"Sir, I was told to call you if I noticed anything strange in my sector. I'm noticing flashes of blue in the abandoned church by my post. I'm not sure if it's just some kids pulling pranks or something, but whoever it is, is causing a real commotion in there."

Roy's blood went cold.

Flashes of blue? An Alchemist?

He shook himself back to reality. Annoyed that he was jumping to conclusions

"Did you check and see?"

There was a pause behind the phone.

'Incompetent soldiers these days, couldn't they think for themselves?' Roy had an urge to face-palm.

Roy signed "I didn't think so. Now go and check it out. In the future, I expect you to report to me after you have done so."

The man managed a meek "Yes sir" and hung up.

Mustang set the phone down onto the receiver and turned to his lieutenant. Her eyes met his.

"Anything of importance, sir?"

Roy's eye twitched slightly. She smirked at his comical expression.

She knew better than the both of them that it was unimportant, she was only asking in hopes to irk Mustang.

Which she succeeded in, as always.

"Ever since I have been burdened the responsibility of monitoring the exits to the underground city, all I've been given are novices. The government should take this more seriously. After all, the underground city was the cause of the Central Massacre was it not?"

Roy remembered that day clearly. To come back from his post in the north after two years, and find his home ravaged in such a way brought him back to life. He took up his position once more as a military leader and barked orders at the troops. They followed him without protest, recognizing a commanding officer by tone.

That was the day he saw a ghost. He was never a man of religion, but he saw a dead man in flesh. And somehow, at that moment, he realized that he never thought this man to be dead to begin with.

Edward Elric. He didn't stay long enough to answer the countless questions in store for him. But that was all the same. Mustang always suspected Edward would be a mysterious man, It was fitting. Edward had been mysterious, even as a child. The things he had seen that faithful day remained a secret, but Roy knew the boy had seen things beyond his understanding. Mustang never brought the topic of his human transmutation with Fullmetal. They respected each other too much to go digging in one another's pasts.

"Furthermore, the Underground city is a liability to Amestris. I don't think the Assembly understands that their capitol is basically sitting on top of hollow cavity. What do think the enemy, Drachma, would do if they knew this?!" Mustang continued, slamming his hand down audibly on his desk.

Hawkeye interrupted his thoughts with a quick nod.

"Yes, the new government has been neglecting to supply us properly. They are quite troublesome."

She sighed in annoyance and brushed past him, back to her desk.

"Roy, I suggest you get back to work." She glanced at him, but from her tone Mustang could tell she wasn't playing.

He was halfway through a document when the phone rang again. He paused, turning to face her desk once more.

Hawkeye brought the phone up to her ear and listened.

Her face turned solemn.

"Calm down. What did you see?" she said sternly.

There was a pause then, "A man attacking a child?!" she exclaimed

He was at her desk in a moment, yanking the phone from her hand.

"What did he look like?"

The soldier paused, seeming to be confused at the deeper voice but answered briskly.

"He had blonde hair, but I wouldn't make anything else out. He and the girl were covered in dirt. They were getting close to me so I had to retreat. It was alchemy. None like have ever seen before. The place is almost unrecognizable now; they did a number on the church."

Blond hair?

"Roy," Riza was looking at him, coming to the same conclusion as he. "Do you think it's our culprit?"

Mustang's mismatched eyes narrowed.

"Yes." The soldier said slowly, hesitating to believe his fortune.

Mustang turned back to the phone.

"We will be arriving with backup soon. Stay close by but out of sight until then. Do not engage the target."

Roy was investigating a child-murder case for the last three years; the murders were done by alchemy so they fell under his jurisdiction as an alchemist high up in the food chain. The culprit left no finger prints, which was an achievement considering alchemists use chalk for their transmutations. The circles were too complex to fathom, even with his expertise. It was anyone's guess what it was used for. Roy spent months in the library researching ancient glyph and symbols to put it together, but simply couldn't find enough information to read it. He got more luck with the underground city's library, though few books remained. He did successfully identify the ancient Xerxian symbol for soul.

It was stressful. Riza recommended that he take a break from the case, but Roy couldn't. Not with the lives of children at risk. He didn't want to see another child die in front of him ever again. The military let the bastard get away with murder for far too long. The investigation was hitting a dead end.

It was always the same. A child went missing, then a few months later was found dead and sliced in half. Bellow the body was always a complex array, one that rarely changed. In exchange another child was kidnapped at the scene. This went on repeatedly every few months. Only now it seemed that the intervals in between were getting shorter and shorter.

Interestingly, the children had no signs of mistreatment. They were well fed, nourished, and taken care of. Almost as if they were in consent of being kidnapped. The victims were never bound or punished. There was also no sign of struggle. Roy shortly considered the possibility of hypnosis, but discarded it after a thought.

The victims were all girls, suggesting either a pedophiliac or a criminal with a grudge. The children were never harmed, and no evidence suggested sexual abuse so he wasn't so sure about the former.

Never the less, the bodies were brutally carved up. To the point where one of the forensic crew members threw up. In his defense he claimed that they were not used to seeing victims this young endure such brutality.

Whoever could possibly do something like that was a disgusting human being.

You did it in Ishvvaaaaal…

Mustang stiffened. No, he was forced into that, while his man was doing it out of pleasure.

Although, how forced he was could be debatable.

But despite his defense, in Roy's mind remained the faint reminder that he too was a disgusting human being.

Roy buried those thoughts deep within himself in hopes that he would forget, but his efforts were futile.

He would never forget.

That is why Roy wanted to catch that bastard alive and make him pay for his sins.

With a vengeful smile he left to grab his coat, listening to Hawkeye as she barked at the crew to behave while they were gone.

The next chapter is massive. I felt bad for not updating in a while so I made it 5000+ words. I think I may split it up.

Ahhhhh I love writing this, it's what I've been looking forward to all day! YAY! Next chapter you get the heavy stuff ~lucky you! 3 You are here for angst in the first place, so I'll gladly give you some ;) sOon. Mwahahahahahah!

Coming up…

Where is Al?

Why is Ed in Central?

Who is that crazy girl?

Why is Ed attaching a child?

Why was there a shot?

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