First attempt at an Roy x Ed, or a war fic. I am not too good with the violence, but hope you enjoy it. Please review folks! Also, I understand that I use Pov wrong in this but I couldn't put my finger on the word to use.
Love and War
Chapter 1; Ed's Pov
"General Elric, we're under attack!" The teen shot up from his cot, gunshots firing in the background as he took a grip on reality. As he realized what was going on, he immediately reacted with a smooth calm voice.
"Hurry and inform general Mustang, now!" The soldier sweat under his stern gaze and saluted him quickly, running off to do as he was told. The teen sighed, running his fingers through his long silky, golden hair and dashing out of bed. Not having time to braid it like he normally did, the 15 year old simply grabbed a pistol off of the small 'desk' and stuck it in a holster on his belt. Slipping into the belt, he ran out of the tent not surprised to see explosions and some tents on fire. Eyes widening, he narrowly dodged a bullet whizzing right past him.
"God damnit, it's too early for this!" As he saw another explosion go off, he clapped his hands together and was about to put them on the ground, but before he could bend down slightly, he felt cold metal against his neck. Shuddering, he saw himself get surrounded by Drachman men, all with smirking faces while he kept a stern look that said 'Don't mess with me on it'.
"Heard that one man call you Elric, what's your full name?" He just stood in silence as they waited for an answer, being defiant as usual. One of the men in front of him, walked up, obviously not very tolerant or patient and lifted his chin as if examining him.
"I see, not gonna answer ey? "As he kept his quiet, the mans face grew red, drawing back his fist for a punch. The teen hunched over a little from the pain, but got a cut on his throat in the process, from the sword still located at his neck. He settled for wincing, and glaring at the man as blood tricked from his throat. Another man stepped forward as the other grinned proudly from the pleasure of hitting him.
"You gonna answer us now, cause there is plenty more where that came from," He just deepened his defiant look and spit in the mans face. Curling back slightly from disgust, he raised his hand to slap the boy, but was stopped as the teen clapped his hands and put them on his chest, careful not to switch positions with his head or neck. In a flash of blue light, the man was flung backwards, bringing two of the others with him. Finally the man flew into a tent, knocking it down and being knocked out in the process. Another man reached from behind the man with his sword occupying his neck, and grabbed his hands. As they were being forced behind his back, one of the others shouted and drew his sword, charging at him blindly.
"I've had enough of this brat! I don't care who he is, just that I want him dead!!!!!" All the boy saw was white-hot pain as time seemed to go slow motion. The man had succeeded in stabbing him, stabbed him in the stomach in fact. Blood came out of his mouth as the man kept it in him, smirking before suddenly going up in flames and falling to the ground, sword still wedged in the teen, after a loud snap was heard. Looking up, the boy saw a tall dark haired man, with a concerned look on his face rushing towards them. His vision blurred, and the only thing he could comprehend was a man releasing his hold on his hands and the sword removed from his neck. He swayed slightly in the wind as the blood loss began to get to him, falling on his side before passing out.