Title: Bullet
Fandom: FMA
Author: ice shredder
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Warnings/Spoilers: Envy's POV on how he takes delight using something small like a bullet to wreak havoc and incite bloodshed.
Summary: "It truly amazes me what a single bullet can accomplish."
One shot.
That's all it took to set Ishval on fire. I'm particularly proud of that conflict. If I accomplish nothing else destroying those religious maggots will be my masterpiece.
First rule of combat: know your enemy.
Second rule: find their weakness and exploit it to your advantage. Let me tell ya this. Everyone has a weak spot. I don't care who you are.
When Father assigned me to instigate violence in Ishval for creating the Philosopher's Stone I was ecstatic. I went wearing the face of some no-name soldier that needed to pass under the radar because 'he' was getting ready to do something so bad so unforgivable it'd give the Ishvalan worms a cause to fight for and the military an excuse to be there fanning the flames of hatred and war. I could hardly wait to get the party started.
It didn't take long for an opportunity to present itself. A child maggot approached me clutching a dirty teddy bear in her tiny fist clothes stained with sweat and dirt. Smiling up into my face with nothing but blind trust radiating from her red eyes.
That made what I was about to do all the more sweeter.
Humans really are stupid if they think everyone who dons a uniform of some sort has their safety in mind.
I raised the gun to her face, relishing the look of pure shock before I 'accidently' squeezed the trigger, splattering blood and brain matter all over the concrete.
It didn't take long for the humans to retaliate. I wasn't gonna complain about the results though. I got a seven year show of unrelenting violence and murder. Wrath sending in State Alchemists to annihilate Ishval and the rest of the rebellion was the cherry on top.
Why exert myself? The humans did all the heavy lifting for me.
Not bad for a single bullet.