Another depressing oneshot. XD I've had this idea for a while and I hate how it came out. Oh well. Enjoy!

My little siblings poke me. This is the way I usually wake up, and today is no different. I yawn, then smile at my brother and sister. They don't smile back; and their red eyes are clouded with worry. My smile disappears. "What's wrong?" I say, jerking out of the thin cot I slept in. I throw my robes on, and run to them, checking for injuries. "Did the Amestrians find us? Are you hurt?" My little brother-Derrick, he's 11, and tough as dad was, before he got killed- shoves my arm away as I go to feel his forehead for a fever. "We're fine Brother." He grumbles. I straighten myself. "Are you sure?"

"Yess!" He glares up at me, which is hard, as I'm 16 and taller than mom. I smile, tousling his white hair. "Good."

"Brother!" My sister whines, poking her twin's shoulder, "Tell him!"

Derrick turns to me. His eyes are worried again. There's so much age that shouldn't be in there. This is what a war does, after all. The words he tells me make my heart miss a beat. "Mom didn't show up last night."

I can't explain to you the fear you get when your little brother tells you that. Mom is special. Dad was one of the first of the Ishvalans to die, and after he did she hid us in a secret basement, so we'd be safe. Every day she goes off to help fight the Amestrians, and she returns at night to see us. She'd never not come home; that's not the woman she is. Something's wrong.

I force myself to smile down at my brother. "It's ok. I'll go find her." I slip on my sandals, planning to go out for the first time since this war started.

My little sister- Iliana- grabs my leg. "Brother, you can't! Mommy said not to!" I hold back my worries as I hug Iliana. Then I turn to Derrick, and hug him too. "Derrick, if I don't show up by nightfall, then assume Mom and I are both dead. You'll be in charge of the house." Derrick swallows, but then forces a watery smile.

And I climb out of the hidden basement, knowing this could be the last time I ever see my family.

I am submerged into chaos. There's gunshots and far-off explosions. There's screams and incessant smoke. I can smell blood. The air is full of the metallic scent. I started out walking, but now I'm running.

I have only one plan. If I'm lucky, Mom only got injured, and she's somewhere being treated. She's probably fighting to go back to us, I think with a dark chuckle.

I don't notice the explosions are getting nearer until I get caught up in a crowd of running Ishvalans. I am one of them, and an old man grabs my arm, pulling me along as he runs. "Wh-what are you doing?" I cry. I have to get to Mom!

The man's panting too heavily to answer, but I soon get my answer. He walks around the corner slowly, taking his time. His eyes and hair are pitch black, his skin pale. It's a far contrast from my dark skin, red eyes, and white hair. I stare at his blue Amestrian uniform until I notice the silver chain hanging out his pocket. He's a State Alchemist.

Suddenly, the Ishvalan dragging me stops. I turn to ask him why, but then I see the transmuted wall blocking our path.

I turn to the Amestrian. No. This isn't happening. I still have my family! I-I have to take care of them.

He lifts his hand, in a position suggesting he's about to snap. Suddenly, his cold eyes flicker. That expression, is it- SNAP.

Burning. Pain. Intense, unbearable pain. At first, it's all I recognize. Then, as I burn to death, surrounded by the screams of my own people, I smile morbidly. At least I got to learn some Amestrians felt guilty, before I died.