Glorified Killer
by chikou
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Creak.
A pair of terrified scarlet eyes followed him from the far side of the room. The old floorboards groaned disdainfully under the polished military-issue boots worn on the feet of a State Alchemist-- a glorified killer, holding a pistol and a grim indifference to the lives it had taken not moments before.
Creak.
The Ishvarite girl curled up against the wall began to whimper and glance around in vain for an escape, clutching the bundle of rags tighter against her chest. She opened her mouth to speak, to beg for her life, perhaps, but the only sound that would come out was a strangled moan that punctuated her ragged breathing.
Creak.
As the State Alchemist neared the quivering form of what he had come to know as the enemy, the pistol was drawn and a pair of scarlet eyes widened more than what could be humanly possible and the bundle of rags in her arms began to wail. She was protecting her child. For a moment the State Alchemist faltered and took a step back with a hand over his eyes, deliberating over what he was about to do, when the Ishvarite girl leapt from her place in the corner and sought to flee the inevasible danger. The State Alchemist uncovered his eyes just in time to see the Ishvarite girl flying desperately towards him and as if on their own accord, his hands brought the pistol up in front of him.
Click.
A scream.
Then she hit the ground.
Blue uniform stained in a colour more exotic, the State Alchemist stared down at the Ishbal girl lying in a pool of her own blood. Slowly, the red liquid that matched the horrified eyes of it's origin began to creep up to the polished military-issue boots worn on the feet of the State Alchemist-- a glorified killer, holding a pistol and a remote sense of self-reproach as he took one last look at the ashen face frozen in hysteria before he turned around and walked out the door.
fin.
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