Never Let Go

[flamealchemist]

Title:  Never Let Go
Author: flamealchemist
Rating:  PG [Violence x Angst]
Pairing:  Riza x Envy
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist isn't mine, I just play in their playground from time to time...  call it trespassing, but I love that world.
This is a story set in an alternate future.  See: Twilight-Lament's post on "The Great and Terrible Future"  http://twilight-lament.dreamwidth.org/4283.html   Sometimes we just let these things run away with our brains.
 

Their final speech.  Their final act.  The curtain was coming to a close as he stood before the people one final time.   A new government was in his wake, the City was back in balance, and yet there were some people who couldn't let go of their hate of the Flame Alchemist.  Yet the way to Roy wasn't through hurting him,  it never was and never would be.  Instead the sniper took aim and his golden haired prize that stood just behind him and to the right.  

The snow started to fall even as he was wrapping up the speech, thanking the people for their patience and support in their new endeavor. Words that would make Riza proud had they been spoken by the real Roy Mustang... but Envy had given her something back for all the pain he had caused.  He had given her Roy back, even for that brief few years,  made him the man he used to be and not the monster he had become.  

The rifle round cracked the silence and people fell to their knees, covering their head.   He heard the bullet whiz by his ear.  He turned his head in time to see blood and brain matter explode behind him.   A small enterance wound between her eyes, and that clip that had held up her long golden locks was destroyed, her hair covering the ugly wound that died her golden hair red.  "NO!!!!!!!"   Was this how Roy felt when Maes had been killed?   She never got to see the utter despair in his eyes as he caught her before she fell.  No,  this time he was running back to the safety of Headquarters with the womans dead body heavy in his arms.  Heavier than it should've been.   Her blood stained his uniform, and he b lined right up to his office.

Turning, he kicked the door shut then locked it.  He set her down even as other officers knocked on his door, telling him that he had to let her go.   Envy wasted no time in grabbing the heavy marker from Roy's desk,  walked over and threw the heavy throw rug to the side and marked on the floor.  Yet it was no ordinary mark...  it was a circle with a very distinct purpose.  He heard the pounding on the door again and looked up as he finished the elaborate circle like it had been nothing to him.   "Go get Doctor Fields!!"  He snapped.   Oh yes... Roy had eradicated most of the Alchemists.  Most... not all.

Throwing the pen aside, he moved over to Riza's lifeless form.   Lifting her up in his blood stained arms, her head fell back, hair falling away from those glazed chocolate eyes.  The entry wound seemed so small.  He laid her out on the floor, her crimson and golden hair fanning out around her where it didnt mat together.  He reached a hand to her cooling cheek.  He could imagine her lashing out at him for even considering this as he leaned forward, his forehead against hers.  Yet there were no tears of grief...  Envy's motivations had always been different from a human's.  No... she was the only thing,  no,  only person that he had left.  He wasn't going to give that up.

When the Doctor called out from the other side of the door, Envy walked over to the door, unlocked it, opened it, pulled the Doctor inside and then locked it again.  The Doctor's eyes widened when he saw the circle on the floor.  "My Furher, you don't intend me to try..."  The man turned in time to see the false Roy draw a gun on him.  

"I won't lose her.  I can't lose her.   Do it."   His voice dipped low, and for a moment, the man almost thought he saw the old Roy that everyone was terrified of years earlier.  Ironic how everything had come full circle.  

"If I refuse?"

"I will destroy this country that she and I built."  

The Doctor let out a sigh, knowing all too well Roy's history.  The man had never promised anything he couldn't achieve, one way or the other.  Envy's anguish melted into that painful history perfectly.  

Moving to the edge of the circle, the Doctor kneeled down and reached his hands out to the fine lines drawn.   Envy walked around him, closing the blinds to the windows and watching as the room grew dark.  There was one piece missing and he knew it.  If he wanted his human to come back whole, he knew what had to be done.  Heavy footfalls walked towards the circle, and as the light went from gold to purple, he stepped into the circle of light.  It ripped apart his disguise to leave him as the unsightly creature grinning down at the doctor.   There was a scream, but it wasnt Envy's.  The doctor's body was ripped away beyond the gate at the same time that Envy turned to see Riza's eyes widen in horror.  Parted lips had no sound to scream.  

Envy knelt down beside her, his hands turning into cruel claws to rip open his own chest and expose the glowing red stone that was there as those grabby black hands from beyond the gate tugged at his body and hair.   One of her hands reached up, trying to stop him from what he was trying to do, but he didn't listen.  Instead he broke off a chunk of that stone in his chest and with a seemingly caring hand held it over her forehead wound.  

The red glow crackled sharply between them and finally that scream erupted from her lips.  It is a painful experience for the both of them.  They had experienced so much together, this was just one more thing.   He watched as she slumped back to the floor fully, her dark eyes closed.  He hurt, the pain radiating from his chest.   Was this what having a broken heart felt like?   The choice to save her left him vulnerable.  His wounds healed slow as the light in the room faded away, leaving them in darkness.

He sat there motionless, listening to the sound of her breathing,  yet it was deep amythyst eyes that greeted him when she awoke.  A hand snapped out and seized him by the throat, demands of why echoed in his ears as he was thrown down to the ground almost too easily.  He felt familiar claws,  slight pinpricks against soft flesh.  He didn't have to be able to see her to know exactly what had happened.  The transmutation was still incomplete.  It wasn't Riza... not the real Riza... that he had gotten back, but an illusion.  Almost as much of an illusion as the Roy Mustang he had given her for so many years.

Even with the woman at his throat,  the ease as to which he'd been thrown down,  he reached up and curled his arms around Riza's neck, pulling her down to him even as he felt that cold carbon shadow take her over.  He wasn't alone, and he knew he was with someone who would never let him go.