Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist Not Mine. Fullstop. Cass Closed. End of Disclaimer.

O-kay, Do-kay, this is my little Dark at beginning, fluffy at the end...thing...oh right, it's a 2-shot (no, I will not keep saying 'heck, i'll keep going' like I did for 10 reasons for this one). It wouldn't work if I continued it anyway, the end of Chapter 2 is very dismissive.

There's the shortest Prologue I've ever written at the beginning, the rest of this Chapter is practically a dream/nightmare. I was in a bus when I wrote this, and I was very tired and relatively grumpy, so this might turn out a little worse compared to the others and a lot shorter, but heck, whatever.

Self-beta-ed...4 times... Blame me for mistakes (though I hope I don't have any major ones...after 4 proofreads --"). Don't ask me why I beta-ed it so many times...I guess I didn't trust my writing when I wrote it on a bus...or something... Now, On to the first chappy!

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Don't Dream, It's Over – Chapter 1

Prologue

Bombs whizzed and shrapnel shattered, snipers shot and soldiers were the cause of more Ishbalan deaths. No ones voice could be heard unless it was screaming, as the explosions and cries of others drowned it out.

The war had raged for years and it was no way near the end yet. So the Fuhrer ordered for all the state alchemists to go to war to finally draw the curtains on the massacre of violence- all the way from the Strong Arm Alchemist to the Flame Alchemist (1). And with them went their subordinates. That's how Riza Hawkeye got pulled into this unfair bloodbath (2) going by the name The Ishbalan War.

End Prologue

Dream

Riza squat down on her haunches, with a sniper rifle balanced on her shoulder while one hand held the barrel stable. She sat silently waiting for an Ishbalan to stumble into her range of sight.

After sitting there for a few minutes, she glanced up just in time to see her colonel, Roy Mustang the Flame Alchemist, snap his ringed fingers (3) and blow up a whole street worth of buildings.

Riza turned back to her post and noticed a small family of two children not yet over even seven years old and a run down weary mother stumble into her sight. Riza aimed and in one shot, the mother sank to the ground, lifeless, a bullet through her heart. The two young children collapsed to their knees beside her and tried to shake and hug the life back out of her with tears forming in their eyes. Riza aimed again and in another two shots, the children followed their Ishbalan mother up to what ever there was behind death.

Riza didn't know if she felt anything or not when she watched Roy destroy homes, or when she watched the small family die. She may have, but her poker face was so good, she herself didn't know if she felt guilty or not.

Riza was silent as another two children fell into her pathway of sight- one only thirteen, the other ten. Riza began to synchronise her rifle with the older of the two when the ten year old jumped out in front of her sister when she noticed Riza with her two red eyes.

"Don't kill Lynnie, Mister!" She called out to Riza, assuming she was a male because of the military uniform.

Riza's face fell slightly, never so far had the victims tried to talk to her, let alone spot her, they had all preferred to just run for their lives. How could this girl make her mask slip?

"No Ann!" The thirteen year old called 'Lynnie' yelled.

"Run Lynnie! Run! Please don't kill her, Mister Military!"

"Ann!" Lynnie looked like she wanted to cry.

"PLEASE! DON'T KILL HER!!!" Ann screamed, begging in despair when she noticed that Riza was not going to reply. Lynnie didn't say anything. She hugged her little sister from behind. The younger continued on desperately.

"HAVE YOU NO HEART?! NO GUILT?! WHAT DID WE EVER DO TO YOU?! YOU WENT AND KILLED MUM!!! WHY?!?! PLEASE DON'T KILL US!!!!"

At this point Riza nearly wanted to cry, she no longer remembered why she was ordered to kill them, she almost forgot why she was here squatting behind a ruin, shooting any tanned skinned, red-eyed person she could see…

"Shoot them, Lieutenant." A deadly calm voice said behind her.

"NO! DON'T!!"

"Shoot them, Hawkeye, just shoot them."

"C-Colonel…" Riza muttered, acknowledging his presence. Ann began to cry, to bawl her eyes out.

"P-Please…our m-mum w-was j-ju-just kill-ed…s-she wanted us t-to live-h…"

"Kill them, Hawkeye, that's an order." A stern voice said before a snap sounded and two streets exploded in fire.

"Yes sir!" Riza aimed and in two trigger pulls and two bullets, the sisters flopped to the ground, dead.

"Lieutenant, you said yourself that an order is an order and that we are," there was a pause as Roy blew up another street of buildings, "to kill the Ishbalans with no falters so that I can reach Fuhrer without any hitches" Roy finished.

"I'm sorry, Colonel." Riza picked up her broken poker mask and continued her slaughtering.

End Dream

Riza shot open her eyes and felt her face to find smudged trails of tears that had slid down her cheeks and into her ears. There was no way she was going back to bed any time soon.

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(1) I used Armstrong because he has to move around a lot to cause damage, and I used Roy because all he had to do was snap a few fingers, just for a bit of contrast…

(2) That's like massacre, if you don't know.

(3) Unfinished Philosophers Stone Ring, he's not married or engaged…or anything.

I can't use asterisks! oh the horror!!! So yeah, R&R Please, Tell me what you think, Constructive Critism welcome, same for Flames...yeah...that's just about all I gott say...Jyane Minna-san!

V. Plum.

Written: 7th September 2007

Words: 773

Inspired: Don't Dream, It's Over by Crowded House (that's a song).