When the blaze subsided somewhat, H staggered towards Roy, his burned body oozing lymph and blood all over the floor. He shook, raising his hands and clapping his palms together, touching them to the wall next to him.
There was a bright flash of light, and Roy screamed in pain as a metal spike leapt from the wall and drove itself into his shoulder, slashing through muscle and snapping bone.
“You fool!” H howled. “I was so close! So close! Now I need to find a new body!”
“Oh, shut up,” retorted Roy, clutching his useless arm. “I left you alive, didn’t I?”
“Why? You’re an idiot, boy. You think I won’t try again?”
“Not with her, you won’t,” he panted. “I can guarantee that. Because wherever she is, I’ll be there, watching. And next time, Hoenhiem, I will kill you.”
“How do you know my name?”
“That’s not a good question.” Roy grinned mischievously. “A better one is what else do I know?”
Hoenheim smiled painfully at him, his blackened lips cracking sickeningly. “You know, I rather admire your courage. I hope someday my sons will be like you, boy.”
Roy’s eyes smiled at the man through the pain. “Stop calling me boy. My name’s Roy Mustang.”
“Roy Mustang. I’ll remember the name.” The charred man staggered out of the door and vanished into the night.
And I’ll definitely remember yours, thought Roy.
