Nightmare.

I wrote this while listening to the Avenge Sevenfold song Nightmare.

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I was running through the streets, chasing after the infamous Scar, when it happened.

I had just rounded the corner of a large building, when i was grabbed by hair, and yanked backwards. The next thing i knew Scar was kneeling over me. My heart almost burst from the rapid pacing it was keeping.

"Ah, Fullmetal. Why do you always chase me so? It's almost if you wish to perish by my hand."

I just sat there looking at him, at a loss for words. Why was I always chasing after him? The man who killed people like me? The man who was going to kill me? His hand grabbed my throat, " The chasing ends here fullmetal." was whispered in the wind. A flash of red.

Splat


As i crouched over the child alchemist, i couldn't shake the forboding twing i was feeling. Were there more people coming this way? I quickly stood, and as i turned away. A flash of red.

Gods.

I looked over my shoulder to see the child alchemist standing. Standing.

I just killed him. Didn't I? Why is he standing there?

"Scar. . . You have killed so many innocents, along with the cursed. Yet you say you are doing the work of a God. Would a God kill innocent people, for revenge? Revenge. Scar, all you are doing is seeking revenge," He took a step closer to the ishvalan. " on those who already seek revenge on themselves daily. Flashbacks are a dreadful thing Scar. Do you think they killed your people just for fun? It was orders Scar. If you don't obey orders you are to be executed." another step closer, "Kill or be killed. Many of those men that have died by your hand had families." Another step," Now those families seek revenge against you. And your people. It's a never ending circle Scar. And you're just making it larger."

The child alchemist was standing right in front of him now. Did he move? Did he try and kill him again?

A flash of red.

Splat

And the alchemist killer was lying on the ground, killed by his own technique.

"Fullmetal!"


Why am i still alive?

I brush my human fingers across my throat, there isn't even a raised bump, or scratch.

"Fullmetal!"

I turn to look behind me. I must of been a sight, because Mustang and his whole crew froze, and the color had drained from their faces.

Well i can't blame them, I chuckled, I'm standing here covered with blood, with the infamous Scar laying on the ground with his chest blown wide open! I let out another chuckle, which soon led to a maddening laugh. I held my face in my hands, and stopped. I just killed someone. A mass murderer albeit, but i just killed someone.

"Fullmetal? Are you alright?" I look up, into the eyes of Mustang. They're filled with concern for me. For me. I chuckle. There's no way Mustang is concerned for me. He's a self-righteous perverted bastard, that avoides paperwork at any cost.

"Fullmeta-"

"SHUT THE HELL UP! I'M TRYING TO THINK!" I scream at him. I back further into the alleyway, almost tripping over Scar. I crouch beside him and tear off his sleeve. Is he the reason I'm still alive? I look closely at the arm, turning it this way and that. No this arm was made only for pure destruction. I drop it without a thought, and stand up straight. And take a quick glance at the alleyway. A dead end. And the only exit has a group of people, of friends, wanting to help.

I take off my red jacket, and quicly wipe the blood from my throat and face. And swing it over my shoulder in a casual manner. And start to walk towards the entrance with a sigh. This is going to suck Ass.

As i approach the entrance everyone backs up, out of fear or personal space, I'll never know. I look Mustang in the eye. Should I tell him. Should i tell him that i was on the Gates doorstep and i came back. No.

I dropped my gaze and turned towards my apartment. Walking at a steady casual pace.

"Fullmetal?! Where the hell do you think you're going?! There's a dead man on the ground, are you planning to tell me what happened?!" I stopped. My shoulders dropping fron there usual proud stance. And look over my shoulder.

" I killed him. Now I'm going home, to get the damned blood of me." I say in a dead tone. " Or would you rather have me stand out here in the rain?"

"It's not raining. . .Fullmetal. . ."

" Yes it is."

I turn and walk away. Tears straming down my face. It's always raining, always, always, always.