Sorry it took so long, but I just couldn't write this chapter, and everything else I have been writing. Anyway here is the end. I might write an epilogue but it depends if I can get my creative muse back or not.

Chapter 11

It was amazing how fast tings could completely change. In the split second it took Riza Hawkeye to come running around the corner, a set up for a tragedy had formed. In the small alleyway two Roy Mustangs stood facing each other, both pointing a gun and gloved hand ready to snap for the deadly attack.

Looking for a sign betraying one of them to be Envy, Riza raised her gun drawn, her hand steady as always but her trigger finger was trembling. One simple wrong move would betray one as the imposter. She knew him well enough to guess his reactions but it didn’t stop her from worrying she would guess wrong.

“Lieutenant!” two identical voices called.

Envy wasn’t just playing stupid mind games with them anymore, now he was really trying to confuse her, not just stall her for a few seconds. They needed to get rid of Mustang, he had gotten in deeper than they had ever wanted him too. It was a little unfortunate really, he had been one of their top candidates as a human sacrifice, right under the Elric brothers, but dogs that bites had to be put down.

“DAMMIT COLONEL, SNAP!” She yelled to him, whatever one of the two he really was.

Her finger put a little more pressure on the trigger. One thing she had learned from her brief knowledge of these creatures was that for whatever reason they could not do alchemy. Whichever one could snap and actually produce a flame was clearly the colonel.

The uncharacteristic yell brought him out of his stare at and with a snap fire erupted from the small spark and ignited Envy. He couldn’t help but find the irony in seeing himself go up in flames.

She fired a few rounds into the burning figure. Maybe they would actually kill it. She realized how naive her hope had been when she heard another gunshot to ring out. The fire stopped as Roy’s body became rigid in pain before going slack. Once again back in his original form, Envy emerged from the flame.

The boys came dashing around the corner just in time to see the Colonel fall backwards sprawled across the ground, his head supported by the wall behind him. Riza was at his side in a second. She knelt down and bit her lip to keep in a gasp when she looked at the blood that quickly spilling from just his chest.

For a second everything was still, even Ed was silent, staring in a mixture of awe and horror as the man fell. He could see the crimson stain growing on his white shirt. Sure he had never particularly liked the colonel, he was a complete ass most of the time but he had done things for him and Al that he doubted he would have been able to do if he had been placed under the command of anyone else. Yes, he couldn’t stand him on the best of days, but he would always be a little thankful for him even if he didn’t agree with the way he tried to ‘help’. A second later he was launching himself at Envy again, Al right behind him.

With her gun still in hand, Riza was trying to bring the colonel to his feet to get him out of there. She could lift him if it was necessary, but it would slow them down and she wasn’t sure what would happen if they were here any longer than they had to be. She didn’t want to leave the boys out here fighting that thing by themselves even if they were both capable of killing that thing if they got the chance, but her first responsibility was to her colonel.

“Can you hear me sir?” she asked her heart racing in fear that she would loose him. She had come so close to losing him forever so many times in the last few weeks she wouldn’t lose him now. He was still breathing, it was labored but he was still breathing and it was one of the best noises she had heard in a while. Getting only a pained groan in response, she ran to the phone to call for help.

Roy began to cough violently, blood spilling from his mouth. His eyes opened a little, only revealing the whites of his eyes. Hanging up the phone, Riza knelt next to him and held him in a sitting position as the coughing fit shook his body. She pressed her hand tightly against the wound hoping the pressure would stem the flow but wondered if it would help anything.

He gave a gasp when she pressed down, his eyes squeezing shut. He wondered why she was even trying to save him. Even with the limited consciousness he had, he knew he was dying. After all that had happened, one bullet had ended it.

“Riza,” the word was barley audible and it was a struggle for him to get it out but there was something he had wanted to say for a while, and now was his last chance.

She looked down at the man in her arms in surprise when she heard her name. She could count the times he had called her by her first name on one hand and this time it sent chills up her spine.

“Help is coming sir.” She told him wondering how long it would take for they to arrive and how long he could last.

“I...I loved you.” He managed to gasp before another coughing fit racked his body

Had he really just said what she had thought? Had he meant it? She held him tighter trying not to let the tears spill from her eyes.

“I love you to.” She managed to say but her voice was cracking. She could feel his body go limp as his last breaths rattled in his chest. She heard sirens not to far off but it was to late, Roy Mustang was dead.