Whoo-whee. Disturbing one, this. It's... uh... it's...
I'm not entirely sure what this one is, to be honest. It's probably set in the manga canon, one where the good guys didn't win, but 'probably' is the best I can do. WARNING: disturbing Kimblee-ness ahead, thus the rating. You can most likely figure out who else is there by the rest of the story.
You have pride.
Does that answer your questions?
Maybe not, because you still seem to be glaring at me.
Let's play a game. Wrong answer- 1 point. Right answer- minus 1 point. What are the points for, you ask? Shall we say lashes? Shall we say lives? I have many Ishbalan lives under my hands. What shall we play for, hm? Oh dear. I can see you don't like this game yet. Well, it's my party, and you'll cry if I want you to. Oh my, won't you just. Just like the rest of your people cried out for their petty god.
Ah, I see that look- you don't like that, do you? Well I'm certain that these eyes have never- ooo… that's interesting. I like your nerve, my red-eyed toy. I never expected you to snap at me, just because your words are burned away. Ah, don't give me such a hateful look.
But back to our little game. Here's your question. Who do you belong to? I see- that's the primary Ishbala prayer gesture, isn't it? I believe in the more recent books, it's being marked as 'obsolete.' Don't fuss so- I am only stating simple fact. First wrong answer; if you'll look at this paper- oh wait… I was forgetting; you're a red-eyed savage, aren't you? Can you read? Ah-hah, now that's an interesting reaction. Oh yes… you would've learned to read from that dead man in glasses, is that correct? But that point is moot, for now. Actually, as you can see it is clearly stated in this paper that you officially belong to me. You know, I was right to acquire you, even with the amount of effort I had to put in. Of course, that means the pathetic old Ishbalan idiot you seemed to respect so much was shipped off to some meat-grinder somewhere- Ah-ah-aa-ah… I wouldn't try that if I was you. You know what those wounds will do if you try to use the remnants of that arm.
Oh, here's another question; what's the most pain someone has ever caused you? Oh yes, give me that blank stare all you like, but you can't avoid the question. I bet it was the second war, when- Hm. You shouldn't pull on those bonds- They're alchemical, as demonstrated, and the more and the harder you struggle, the more often that pain you just felt will come. That pretty wife of yours, she went first, right? You were asleep when they captured her. What an exhilarating way to wake up- the pained screams of a woman. My, what a disturbing sound that was just now. Is that what it sounds like- remembering your helpless child's screams as she burned to death? I believe, since you didn't even attempt to answer, that's another point for me.
Is that shame I see on your face? Or maybe that famous 'agony of the spirit' that I've been hearing about so much from the survivors of the war? There are your questions. You thought you'd won. That we had been beaten down, us and our… father. How does it feel, now that we are the ones in charge? I was under your foul 'mercy', and you deigned to let me survive. Now I am in control. Now… I am Wrath.
Calm, my little Red Lotus friend. I'm truly sorry for freaking any readers out, but I needed to get that out of my system. I had almost forgotten, reading so many OOC Kimblee stories, what a sadistic little (*&^ he is.
That's Not Funny,
-Another Gestapo