Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist

Rating: R for gore

Genre: Drama

Characters: RoyMustang, an unnnamed Ishbalan


The alchemist watched the carnage around him even as he participated with a sort of sickened fascination. After all there really shouldn't be anything fascinating about war should there? He snapped his fingers and watched with the same detached horror he had long ago learned to ignore as his enemies screamed their lives out in front of him, blazing away like grotesque parodies of torches.

If ever there was Hell this was it. The scene in Ishbal was like something out of a nightmare, and indeed it would inspire nightmares for years to come. The alchemist mused that they were told this was for a noble cause, but there was nothing noble about listening to the eerie sound of thousands of innocents screaming in agony, nor was it a beautiful sight to see the night sky turn red and bruised purple with the results of his alchemy.

He watched as Amestrians and Ishbalans alike were torn apart by explosions. A soldier ran over to him and yelled something about taking the town square. He nodded not really caring, then went rigid, stunned as half the soldiers face was blown away.

The alchemist looked and saw the perpetrator, an Ishbalan no older than him holding a smoking rifle. Then as blood red eyes met jet black Hell seemed to fall away. They saw the same things in each other, the fear and horror of war, the haunted eyes of a man who wants nothing more than to undo the things he has made. They realised for one moment that under different circumstances they could have been friends. Then as one man squeezed the trigger and the other snapped his fingers, Hell came rushing back in all its hideous fury.


This idea just came to me and i happened to be sitting at my computer so I just had to write it please tell me what you think (thats what the review button is for folks)