ShadowCloud62
Child at Heart
Rated PG-13
Pop Goes The Weasel
By ShadowCloud62
Summary: Fernleigh is a friendly community with friendly people. It is unlikely that anything terrible would occur. When a string of murders begin in Fernleigh, however, the Fuhrer King Bradley demands that Roy Mustang and his crew investigate. (Contains mild Roy x Riza)
Prologue
Eastern Headquarters remained quiet for the rest of the afternoon, the sun setting upon another day of signing paperwork and receiving prank phone calls.
It was quiet, yes, but the tension in the air was so thick you could slice it with a knife, or burn it with fire.
In the medical quarters, Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc raised an eyebrow, lighting yet another cigarette as he rested in the medical bed, “Say that again,” he said seriously.
“I said, Havoc, that a murder has occurred in Fernleigh.” Colonel Roy Mustang said, raising his own eyebrow in annoyance at his friend’s constant chain smoking. His eyes, black as midnight, narrowed.
“Fernleigh?” Fuery sat beside Havoc’s bed, “That quiet, peaceful place just beyond Amestris?”
“Yes, that Fernleigh,” Roy glared at Havoc smoking, preparing to snap his gloved fingers.
“But that place is so peaceful and cheery pink rabbits are there. They might even play hopscotch on weekends,” Falman said, his white hair standing up a little more than it should have.
Breda rolled his eyes at Falman ‘s comment and said sarcastically, “Yeah, and little girls skip in pink dresses.”
“Guys, would you quit joking and be serious here?!” Roy snapped angrily, finally snapping his fingers and soon Havoc’s cigarette was soon on the blue blanket in ashes, “The Fuhrer has demanded that we head off to investigate.”
“Who?” Havoc asked dumbly.
“Us.”
“In other words,” Falman began scanning the room, “me, Breda, Fuery, Havoc, and you?”
“And Riza,” Roy added, nodding.
Fuery almost choked on his own spit, “Me?! And RIZA?!”
He was referring to Roy’s spunky first lieutenant, Riza Hawkeye. She was deadly with those guns, and she wasn’t someone to mess with. Secretly, Fuery found her intimidating. Actually everyone did, even Roy.
“Fuery, I suggested myself that you join us,” Roy said, “I know you’re used to reporting on a radio, but we could use your intelligence to help us here.”
Fuery was surprised that Roy of all people was telling this to him. Behind his black-rimmed glasses, his eyes gleamed proudly, “I’ll come along, sir! I promise I won’t let you down!” he proclaimed.
“I’m definitely coming,” Havoc said, lighting his fifth cigarette that day, “I’m not staying here all by myself.”
“Count us in!” Falman and Breda both raised their hands.
“Good, I knew you guys would come.” Roy said, his lips slightly upturned in a tiny smile. So tiny it probably wasn’t a smile.
Turning serious, Roy snapped his fingers yet again, the transmutation circles on his gloves glowing.
Havoc whimpered as his cigarette once again became ashes on the bed.
“We’re leaving in two days,” Roy said, “just in time for you to get out of his hospital bed, Havoc. I’ll head outside and tell Riza you’re all coming.
Short prologue, chapter one will be up soon.
EDIT: I understand my prologue is short and I see I need more description. It seems rushed, but once they get to Fernleigh, it will be very slow....not too slow, but, you know what I mean.
Pop Goes The Weasel
By ShadowCloud62
Summary: Fernleigh is a friendly community with friendly people. It is unlikely that anything terrible would occur. When a string of murders begin in Fernleigh, however, the Fuhrer King Bradley demands that Roy Mustang and his crew investigate. (Contains mild Roy x Riza)
Prologue
Eastern Headquarters remained quiet for the rest of the afternoon, the sun setting upon another day of signing paperwork and receiving prank phone calls.
It was quiet, yes, but the tension in the air was so thick you could slice it with a knife, or burn it with fire.
In the medical quarters, Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc raised an eyebrow, lighting yet another cigarette as he rested in the medical bed, “Say that again,” he said seriously.
“I said, Havoc, that a murder has occurred in Fernleigh.” Colonel Roy Mustang said, raising his own eyebrow in annoyance at his friend’s constant chain smoking. His eyes, black as midnight, narrowed.
“Fernleigh?” Fuery sat beside Havoc’s bed, “That quiet, peaceful place just beyond Amestris?”
“Yes, that Fernleigh,” Roy glared at Havoc smoking, preparing to snap his gloved fingers.
“But that place is so peaceful and cheery pink rabbits are there. They might even play hopscotch on weekends,” Falman said, his white hair standing up a little more than it should have.
Breda rolled his eyes at Falman ‘s comment and said sarcastically, “Yeah, and little girls skip in pink dresses.”
“Guys, would you quit joking and be serious here?!” Roy snapped angrily, finally snapping his fingers and soon Havoc’s cigarette was soon on the blue blanket in ashes, “The Fuhrer has demanded that we head off to investigate.”
“Who?” Havoc asked dumbly.
“Us.”
“In other words,” Falman began scanning the room, “me, Breda, Fuery, Havoc, and you?”
“And Riza,” Roy added, nodding.
Fuery almost choked on his own spit, “Me?! And RIZA?!”
He was referring to Roy’s spunky first lieutenant, Riza Hawkeye. She was deadly with those guns, and she wasn’t someone to mess with. Secretly, Fuery found her intimidating. Actually everyone did, even Roy.
“Fuery, I suggested myself that you join us,” Roy said, “I know you’re used to reporting on a radio, but we could use your intelligence to help us here.”
Fuery was surprised that Roy of all people was telling this to him. Behind his black-rimmed glasses, his eyes gleamed proudly, “I’ll come along, sir! I promise I won’t let you down!” he proclaimed.
“I’m definitely coming,” Havoc said, lighting his fifth cigarette that day, “I’m not staying here all by myself.”
“Count us in!” Falman and Breda both raised their hands.
“Good, I knew you guys would come.” Roy said, his lips slightly upturned in a tiny smile. So tiny it probably wasn’t a smile.
Turning serious, Roy snapped his fingers yet again, the transmutation circles on his gloves glowing.
Havoc whimpered as his cigarette once again became ashes on the bed.
“We’re leaving in two days,” Roy said, “just in time for you to get out of his hospital bed, Havoc. I’ll head outside and tell Riza you’re all coming.
Short prologue, chapter one will be up soon.
EDIT: I understand my prologue is short and I see I need more description. It seems rushed, but once they get to Fernleigh, it will be very slow....not too slow, but, you know what I mean.
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