A fire danced sickly in Mustang's cold heart, scorching the lining of his soul. His young mind played a furiously fast slideshow of blazing guns, lost morals, and cold men buried in blue uniforms. His round, dark eyes darted between the two civilians – the woman who was crying and the man holding Roy's face in a hateful, hostile gaze.
Mustang was trembling and the handle of his hand gun had never been so heavy. His fingers fought against his subconscious, trying to pry themselves from the trigger – his legs screaming to run.
His eyes begged their forgiveness but were only met by fear, helplessness and denial. The woman had beautiful blue eyes – eyes so strong and trying to fight back her tears.
The general gave Mustang a quick gesture - a slice of his massive finger against his meaty throat.
Suddenly the years of obedience learned by the young soldier surged through every muscle and ligament in the foolish mutt that was Roy Mustang. His armed hand raised, his other hand supporting its aim. The barrel of the gun rocked on its axel. The sickening sound of metal on metal was all too familiar to the young man.
Then the man made a quick dash in front of his wife – Roy hesitated – his eyes widened – his muscles tightened. There was a crackle of death and the smell of gunpowder. Blood splattered at Roy's feet. The woman screamed – turning to reach the desk behind her. One quick shot to the back – the woman fell limp on her face beside her husband. Roy heard the shriek of glass breaking. Two more shots – one bullet lodging into the woman's spine the other into the blood spattered wall behind her.
A stained, broken frame holding the face of a beautiful young girl lay next to the woman's lifeless hand. Death hung in the air and the smell of blood lay hard on Roy's senses. Roy went silent. He held the gun towards the corpses, wishing he had the courage to turn it on himself. The words "traitors" and "scum were all he heard from the general ranting behind him. And as the general's words faded to silence, the youthful flame in Mustang's heart died, never to be relit again.