Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Spoilers: through 51
Summary: Roy hasn't learned from other people's mistakes
Previous Parts: Prologue | Part I | Part II | Part III
Notes: Once again love to tatooine, who is the awesomest ever. I apologize for the lack of anything happening. There's a reason, I swear!
Another murder. This time Roy is there at the crime scene to see for himself. It's a back alley, at night, lit in dim street lights and the flashlights they brought with them. The body lays in a pool of red, its dark eyes open and unseeing. No one even flinches at the sight of it. They've all become too used to seeing these things.
Havoc comes along, his cigarette dangled from his lips and his impassive face not even twitching at the smell of decaying flesh. Same old, same old. Roy admires his poise.
Another man, identified as Benjamin Jacobs, beaten to death like the other one. Another message on the wall.
"Wrath as soon as fed is dead / 'Tis starving makes it fat." It looks like part of a poem, and the tension eases just a little. There's a lead, even if it's just a small one. There's also a common word: "wrath". It looks promising, but Roy won't let himself get his hopes up. The killer might be toying with them, trying to lead them down a wrong path.
The victim looks somewhat similar to last one. He's around the same age, with the same dark hair and probably around the same height. His skin is slightly less purple, and Roy can see traces of the same light skin. So there's a pattern at least.
Roy glances around for anything else, a footprint, a dropped piece of clothing, anything. He squats down to get a better look, but there's nothing.
The frustration begins creeping in again. There's just too much they can't do. He could go into that section of his mind, the one that's been different after the Incident. Edward learned how to do alchemy without a circle after he attempted human transmutation. Roy doesn't know how to do it, but he suspects that he could if tried. It's dangerous. There are more important things.
He watches as the body is carried away. It's not even really human any more. Not in Roy's eyes. It may have been, once, but Roy didn't know Jacobs. He doesn't mean anything to Roy. He thinks of Maes being carried off that way from the telephone, and the anger that rises up surprises even him. Maybe he should care about Jacobs, but it's hard to change the associations after so many years of seeing inhuman charred bodies.
Things still aren't quite fitting together. They have a killer who targets dark-haired males and has an eery obsession with anger. They could try to profile him, figure out how his brain works, but that's not Roy's specialty. That was never Roy's strong suit. He can understand rational thinking. He can use logic against people, but he could never wrap his mind around insanity. It's too different.
As he walks around the crime scene, he thinks he sees movement out of the corner of his eye, but when he turns to look, there's no one there. He might be hallucinating. Maybe performing human transmutation makes you go insane. He writes it off to nerves and forgets about it.
He talks with the inspectors for a few minutes before retiring home. There's nothing he can add to the investigation at this point. Havoc drives him and glances up into the rear view window every few seconds to make sure Roy isn't doing anything drastic.
The two men stood there, bathed in moonlight. One of them was wearing glasses, even though he didn't need them. The other carried a sword. He did need that.
"What's your next move?" the one with the sword asked. His hands were folded behind his back, giving him the impression of stillness, especially compared to his companion.
The man with the glasses twitched. He seemed a little on the tense side. "I think I'll go pay Colonel Mustang a visit. Thank him for creating me."
"I'm sure he'd be thrilled to see you again." The man with the sword smiled, and his teeth glittered white.