Can You See Me Now?:

Simone’s Notes:

There are several types of rape, generally categorized by reference to the situation in which it occurs, the sex or characteristics of the victim, and/or the sex or characteristics of the perpetrator. Different types of rape include but are not limited to: date rape, gang rape, marital rape or spousal rape, incestual rape, child sexual abuse, prison rape, acquaintance rape, war rape and statutory rape. Men can be raped as well as women. The victim does not have to be penetrated to be raped, the perpetrator can use objects to stimulate the genitals. The perpetrator can use his hand to stimulate the genitals. The perpetrator can use drugs, roofies and others, or hypnosis to incapacitate the victim. Rape is not always done for sexual satisfaction of the perpetrator. Blackmail, punishment, curiosity, money, and power are all motives for rape as well as sex. Rape can be categorized in different ways: for example, by reference to the situation in which it occurs, by the identity or characteristics of the victim, and/or by the identity or characteristics of the perpetrator. These categories are referred to as types of rape.

The military had another disturbance to deal with in the early morning hours. Mustang was woken up when his phone rang. He grumbled as he reached for the receiver. The man clearly didn’t want to be woken up at insane hours of the morning. His first thought was that Hughes had lost his mind and decided to call Mustang to marry Daphine right away. Mustang took the phone to his ear.

“Hello!” he said, roughly. The unknown voice’s speech went by rather rapidly. Mustang was half-asleep during most of it. However, one word caught his ear.

“Blood?” he asked. Roy suddenly became alert from there. “Blood? Where?” The voice on the other line went too fast for comprehension.

“Okay, slow down, slow down.” Mustang told them. “Tell me what you are talking about again. Where do you see the blood?” The answer came out and shocked him to the core.

“I’ll be right there,” he said. Mustang hung up the phone and quickly leapt out of bed. Daphine awoke a few seconds later to see her boyfriend putting on his jacket. She squinted in confusion.

“Roy?” she mumbled. “Don’t tell me you have another case this early in the morning.” Her boyfriend didn’t turn around.

“I’m sorry, but I have to go,” he said. “There is a stream of blood down the radio tower near the river.” That too woke the nurse up. She sat up with a confused look on her face.

“Huh?” she asked. Mustang turned around.

“I’ll explain it later,” he said. Daphine nodded at him once.

“Okay…” she replied. Mustang gave her a quick kiss on the lips and raced out the door. It took an hour for him to reach the radio tower. The rest of the military stood, watching and waiting. He slowly stepped out of the car and looked up. He had blink a few times to see if he wasn’t seeing things. Mustang stood between Hawkeye-Riis and Havoc.

“What do we have here?” he asked. Neither one answered him verbally. Havoc just pointed up at the tower.

“I can see that,” his boss replied. “But what else about it?” Havoc shook his head.

“We haven’t checked it out yet,” Hawkeye-Riis answered. Roy looked at her puzzled.

“Well, why have you not?”

“We’ve been waiting for you.”

“Well, I’m here now.”

“Think that the Fallen Ones did this?” Havoc asked. Mustang shook his head.

“Nah. There wouldn’t be any blood in the first place.”

“That’s true.” Then, Mustang’s phone rang. He picked it up and flipped it open to his ear.

“Hello?” he answered.

“Roy, you might want to come up and see this!” Hughes said on the other line. Mustang looked up at the tower still.

“Why? What have you found?”

“It’s not a pretty sight.” Mustang’s face turned dead serious.

“We’ll be right there!” He quickly hung up the phone. His lt. and captain looked at him, waiting for the green light to go in. Their boss gave them a sharp nod.

“Let’s go!” he commanded.

“Right!” they agreed. The trio all headed inside. Good thing that the elevators were still in service. Hawkeye-Riis couldn’t handle the stairs with her pregnancy. (Not that she would voice it or anything.) Mustang, Hawkeye-Riis, and Havoc all made it to the top floor. They found Hughes and Price waiting for them at the balcony. Mustang stepped forward.

“What is it?” he asked. The other two men didn’t answer. Hughes just moved his hand to look all around them. Mustang picked up a few things as he did so. Bits and pieces didn’t seem to fit together in this picture. Two dead officers on the floor, the spilt blood on the face of the tower, and the message written on the back wall in blood. Mustang read the blood-covered words.

“Two more will die,” he said. Hughes nodded. His friend whipped around to him.

“Do we know who the bodies are?” he asked. Price nodded.

“Major Colleen Pharrell and Sergeant Phillip Stewart,” he answered. “They came from the North with us.” Brandon inspected the bodies.

“They both have been stabbed. She looks as if she was strangled as a last resort. Job looks to be rushed and rather unexpected.”

“I see,” Mustang mumbled. Then, all of their cell phones rang at once. Everyone answered them right away. The conversation lasted only about a minute. They all looked at each other. Time to move out again.

“Brandon and I will wrap up here,” David told them. “You go on ahead.”

“Right!” Mustang replied. He told to his comrades.

“Let’s go!” They all quickly left. Price turned back to the message. Two more will die. He shook his head at those words. Who was going to die?

Mustang and his crew made it to the Mangrove Apartment Circle. They found the owner standing in the gateway in silence. She looked so eerily calm. Her hands were firmly pressed together.

“I’m so glad you’re here!” she said in a hoarse whisper. Mustang stepped over to her.

“You own this place?”

“Yes. I have owned for fifteen years now.”

“Are you the one who made the call?”

“Yes! Yes, I am.”

“Take us to the body, Ms…”

“Ashcroft and come with me.” She led the dogs through the gate. Everyone stayed close behind. They came to apartment building Schwarz. Ms. Ashcroft led them up the stairs. They walked all the way to the third floor. She took them to apartment number 389. The owner slowly drew out the master key from her sleeve. Mrs. Ashcroft slowly unlocked the door. As she pushed it open, the smell of death slowly weaved through the air. Hawkeye-Riis’s morning sickness slowly uncoiled to life because of it. Mustang turned to his captain.

“Hawkeye-Riis, you might want to stay out here if it gets too much for you,” he said. Riza shook her head.

“I can take it just fine, sir,” she said. Mustang didn’t seem to believe her at all. Yet, he choose not to speak his thoughts out loud.

“Just take it easy, okay?” he commanded. Riza saluted him.

“Sir!” she replied Everyone walked into the darkened apartment. The TV was still on to a channel of infomercials. The sickening stench got even worse. Havoc stayed by Riza in case she was to faint. She tried to push his hand away to no avail. Hughes turned on his flashlight looked forward. There was the body in question. A man in his late thirties sat in a soft armchair near the window. His eyes were wide open with terror. His body looked drained of all blood judging from the tubes jabbed deep into his neck. Mustang and Hughes trailed the tubes all the way to the bathroom. The inside of the bathtub was coated in dried blood. The boys backed away in shock.

“How bad is it in there?” Havoc called from the living room.

“Uh…” Mustang began to say as he looked up. Then, something else caught his eye. He tapped Hughes on the shoulder. His pal turned and looked at him.

“What is it?” he whispered.

“Maes, look!” Roy whispered back. His pal slowly looked at where the general was pointing. His eyes grew big in shock at what he saw. On the bathroom mirror written in blood read, “Can You See Me Now?”

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