Ricochet
FMA
A Kain Fuery Story :3
The Cow owns FMA.
Hiya! So, I may be just talking to an oblivious audience, but does anyone else remember an episode from the FMA anime (I forget the episode; my bad) where Edward quits the military for, what, the seventh time, and, long story short, they make it out to look like Fuery gets horrible wounded/dies, but he only broke his glasses or something? Well, I do! Here's a "What If" fic! What if…Fuery got hurt? … ENJOY!
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Edward Elric stared down the barrel of the handgun pointed at him. Then he stared down the man attached to it.
Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc was nervous. Sweat rolled down the side of his face and his eyebrows furled in frustration and his blue eyes were wide with anticipation. He hoped the young boy wouldn't notice his hands were trembling slightly.
Edward's gaze shifted slightly to the younger man behind Havoc. Master Sergeant Kain Fuery wasn't attempting at all to hide his emotions. He was concerned. Concerned for this wayward youth, and concerned for his brash superior officer. Fuery's brown doe-eyes darted awkwardly back and forth between the two.
Edward turned back to the blond. He tightened his mechanical grip on the mouth of the gun.
"Go ahead and fire."
Havoc swallowed deeply. He felt stupid for being intimidated by a child.
"If you shoot, and it ricochets off my hand, who do you think will get hurt?"
Havoc remained silent. He had no intention of pulling that trigger. He was hoping the young state alchemist would buy his bluff. His orders were merely to "bring in" Edward and Alphonse Elric.
Speaking of the younger Elric, where…?
"Brother…!" the boy screamed, leaping out from the underbrush.
Havoc panicked. In a battle, there is no room for hesitation. It was instinctual.
Havoc's finger slipped on the trigger of his handgun.
Somewhere deep in the bowels of the forest, Colonel Roy Mustang looked up at the sky. He nodded towards Hawkeye and the two sped off in the direction of a distinct gunshot. Breda and Falman, likewise searching for the Elric brothers, heard the shot, too, and ambled delicately in search for their comrades.
Meanwhile, Edward Elric stared glumly now at the ground. At his feet was a pair of thin-rimmed glasses.
And blood.
Lots of blood.
"I'm sorry…"
Havoc watched listlessly as the two brothers darted away. He looked down and saw the blood. It wasn't his, and it wasn't Edward Elric's. And it certainly wasn't Alphonse's blood.
Then he noticed the glasses.
He dared not turn around. He willed his body not to look, for fear of what would meet his eyes, but he looked anyway. Turning around, the sight that greeted Havoc shocked him.
There stood Kain Fuery. His eyes were wide with pain and confusion, his mouth twisted in a wild grimace. His arms lay limp at his sides. Crimson blood dripped, clearly visible in the extreme contrast of the blue of his uniform, down to the ground. He stared straight passed Havoc. Straight through him. Staggering backwards a bit on his feet, the young man lost his balance and fell to the ground.
He wanted to speak, but he couldn't find any words. He wanted to see, but everything was growing dark around him. He wanted to feel-- even pain would suffice-- but his senses were dulled and his body was numb.
He wanted to live, but his life was gone.
Master Sergeant Kain Fuery was dead.
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Rest in peace, Fuery.
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