There's a Fire, Sweetie
By Aiya Nova
Accompanying poem of my own creation, inspired by the My Chemical Romance song, Famous Last Words. Roy and Riza.
Very sad, actually. Not to be taken seriously, I really do love these characters and would truly hope for an ending not nearly as tragic.
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Sweetie,
Let's watch the sunset
The fire couldn't be contained. The attempts of the fire department had failed, and the military was helpless. It, after all, was the victim.
I think I've seen the last of day
Because, I'm sure that night's about to fall
The building was engulfed in fire, sending out waves of heat through the crowds, sparks leaping to clothing. Gunshots were fired, useless and frightened bullets whizzed through the flames. The smoke rose in pillars, a dark, murky plight for help from the Heavens.
But her gun, her prayers, were empty. She rushed for the building aimlessly, no destination in mind. Pure fear and resentment toward the fire plaguing her thoughts. It was painful, just to watch…
She was unable…
The sun never was something I enjoyed
I somehow felt that night could mask my sins
"Sir! Please, be within reason!" His back was turned toward her, the sweat licking at her face was uncomfortable. It trailed down her cheeks in beads. It was mixed with tears. "You can't guarantee your own protection! How can you possibly stop the entire fire?!"
"I'm not sure." He turned to face her, and the two stood in silence beside the roaring flames. "But that's what I'm here for. As a soldier, I must protect my comrades, this city. You."
"How!? It's too dangerous, it's not worth risking your own life! Can't you see that?! Didn't Ed tell you a life doesn't equal another?! It's not equivalent!" She hadn't noticed how he now stood towered over her. He put a hand under her chin gently.
"I've always loved your logic, You've been the sensible side of me from the beginning." His smile became a frown. "But I can't afford for the world to lose that." He let his grasp go as he rushed toward the flaming doors flashing a final smile as he entered the ignited building.
I thought that you could help heal these scars
But I realize that I was too naïve to see
You're far finer then I ever will be
"GENERAL!" Her scream was swallowed by the thunder of the flames, as she watched it devour him. How helpless? How reckless? She couldn't put a word to it.
Why would a proper mistress desire a stray?
I never could understand your logic...
The Colonel observed the eerie dance of flaming shadows on the wall, the heat an unexpected relief from winter's chilling bite.
He knew what he had to do, simply switch up his normal alchemic process. Instead of producing a spark, he would reverse it. He would adjust the oxygen levels just enough…with the right winds, and the effort the fire department was still putting forth, he could do it.
It was an amazing beauty to behold. The tribal movements of the fire's own flames, elegantly bouncing off the dilapidated structure. Tragedy never was so beautiful, especially his. He looked up as the building collapsed. It's ironic, dying by my very own element. My own flame. He sensed a smile surface as he reached his glove in the air.
There's a fire, sweetie
See it in the moonlight?
She watched the pandemonium behind her settle as the flames died down. Had he succeeded? The flames…she watched with a neutral expression as they began to die.
There's a fire
"My God." Her tears hit the ground.
"The fire's out!" Someone beside her yelled, their voice bordering horror and amazement.
"Yes." She watched the tears hit the ashen ground. "It is." She watched hopelessly as the faintest traces of the fire ceased to exist.
And it dances in your eyes