‘Never.” He knew his defiance would cost him but it was only fair warning the man what he was dealing with.

“You’ll change your mind soon enough.” His interrogator said as he bent Roy’s finger backwards with a sickening snap then moving to the next one until all the fingers on his right hand were broken. He looked up at him wondering if he was going to say anything but the Colonel stayed silent. So he began to break the fingers on his left hand.

“Now you can’t snap. Not like it would do anything without your gloves but I wouldn’t put it past you to find a way to cause trouble. You have quite a reputation Colonel Mustang. But what would you expect from a man who traded his freedom and well being for a handful of his men. ”

Once again the Colonel did not respond. It was true. He had traded himself for his men. They had been ambushed and Havoc, Hawkeye, Falman and Furry had been taken hostage. He had made a trade. A well-known Colonel not to mention State Alchemist. They had traded in an instant, Roy had nearly more power than the small group combined. He knew more about the military secrets and his fame would make his ransom easy. The military didn’t want it to become public that one of the most publicized members was now a prisoner of war.

It had only been three months here in Lior. Such short a time and already disaster was happening on both sides. Massive causalities had hit them both a lot with torture cruelty and just the ugliness of war.

People said it was going to be another Ishbal but the ones fighting knew that wasn’t true. Ishbal had been one sided. The State Alchemists had gone in and destroyed everything then it was over. It was different here. The people could defend them self’s this time, their military was just as brutal as the Amstris military was.

“Not very talkative are you?” the man asked as he began to throw punches into Roy’s chest and stomach. He could feel the ribs cracking with each blow. He saw the air leave Mustangs lungs as he groaned and struggled to breathe. “So are you going to tell me where the philosophers’ stones are being created?”

“I don’t . . . know” Roy said trying to get air in his lungs but it hurt badly just to breathe. He seriously wondered how long he could keep this up. He knew that they had just gotten started. Would he be able to hold out until the very end when he was somehow rescued or they finally killed him?

“Come on Mustang, we know that’s a lie. A top-ranking promotion hungry colonel like you not knowing where the military’s best weapon is being created.” The man said with another bone cracking punch into his rib cage.

“We haven’t even used them since Ishbal.” He said before he was punched in the face and he could taste the blood forming in his mouth.

Ok this was a lie, a few of the top ranked State Alchemists had been given them. He had handed his over to Hawkeye on the way out and now he was very glad that he had. It wouldn’t have done him much good here anyway. It gave him a little of an advantage, now they had no way of knowing that he had actually had one.

“Stop lying. You are a good liar but we know differently.” The man said as another blow connected with his face breaking his nose, blood splattered to his chin but Roy Mustang said nothing more.

After nearly an hour of beating him into unconsciousness they tossed him into a small cell. His badly broken arms tied behind his back as his blood smeared on the cement floor. It didn’t matter how tough a man was, he wouldn’t make it too much longer here, even if they didn’t keep beating him. He was going to die here.