Hi guys! I'm back. Sorry I didn't update last week, I was busy trying to catch up with friends, doing chores and catching up on lost Z's.

Anyway, sorry about the length of this chapter but the next one will be at least a little longer. This chapter is a quick check up on our heroine, Riza. The next chapter is basically a recount of chapters 14 and 15. It's really just a filler. Sorry. But don't worry, it's got it's share of humour mixed in.

Y'know, what's funny is that this story was only supposed to go for 10-15 chapters. Instead it's gonna go for 27 or 28. I've finished writing it down, now it's just a matter of typing it up and posting it.

Disclaimer: Look, it's not --ENVY! PUT THAT DOWN!-- mine. I don't own -- WRATH! QUIT BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS-- FMA or -- HAVOC! QUIT SMOKING IN THE HOUSE! DO YOU REALISE HOW MANY PREGNANT WOMEN ARE AROUND! INCLUDING YOUR WIFE! -- it's characters. All I own is the plot of this story... "What... no one's gonna do anything?..." BANG RIZA NO SHOOTING IN THE-- Oh... you're not shooting... you're... you... Roy... OH GROSS!

I'll leave you to your story now... I'm just gonna go hide somewhere... Maybe if I'm lucky you guys'll find me and kill me... I don't wanna see that again again...


Chapter 17

Contemplation

Riza's teeth chattered as her body shivered in a futile attempt to keep itself warm.

She had no clue what time it was. She guessed it was mid- to late- morning or early afternoon. It was really hard to tell, the light was slowly dimming. It wasn't dimming like if the sun was setting, more like clouds or something was blocking out the sun's light.

Both of her arms were completely and totally numb. She couldn't move them at all unless she really focused. Of course, her mind was in such a groggy state that she couldn't focus on something as trivial as that for more than a few seconds. As well as that, it hurt to move her arms, especially the left one.

The same went for her right leg. It was numb through and through. It was easier to move than her arms but it caused even more pain to move her leg.

The only limb that she could move without pain was her left leg. Not that it did her much good. Standing wouldn't do much for her.

Her eyes started to slide shut. As soon as they were closed they shot straight back open. She couldn't fall asleep. If that really had been Edward and another military officer she'd seen earlier, and not just another hallucination, then help should arrive soon.

Hanging there, forcing herself to stay conscious, she felt useless. Completely andutterly useless. This was the first time she'd ever felt truly helpless. It scared her.

Three out of four of her limbs were unusable and even if they weren't and she wasn't chained up, she had no weapons. Sure she could do hand-to-hand, but it really wouldn't do much good if her opponent was armed with a knife.

Her amber eyes started to slide shut again. She let them.

She would just rest her eyes for a minute.

Just for a minuteā€¦


A/N: rocking back and forth Kill me. Kill me. Kill me. It's not like I haven't seen them before... but still... Kill me. Kill me...